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i'm out of things to say for the time being......
CHARLEY
What do you weigh these days, slugger?
TERRY
...eight-seven, eighty-eight. What's it to you?
CHARLEY
Gee, when you tipped one seventy-five you were beautiful. You should've been another Billy Conn. That skunk I got to manage you brought you along too fast.
TERRY
It wasn't him! It was you, Charley. You and Johnny. Like the night the two of youse come in the dressing room and says, "Kid, this ain't your night- we're going for the price on Wilson." It ain't my night. I'd of taken Wilson apart that night! I was ready-remember the early rounds throwing them combinations. So what happens- This bum Wilson he gets the title shot- outdoors in the ballpark! - and what do I get- a couple of bucks and a one-way ticket to Palookaville. It was you, Charley. You was my brother. You should of looked out for me. Instead of making me take them dives for the short-end money.
CHARLEY
I always had a bet down for you. You saw some money.
TERRY
See! You don't understand!
CHARLEY
I tried to keep you in good with Johnny.
TERRY
You don't understand! I could've been a contender. I could've had class and been somebody. Real class. Instead of a bum, let's face it, which is what I am. It was you, Charley.