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Coyote Ugly (2000)

Why don't you, like,

ever realize the truth, Vince?

I ate nine pies and a meatball hero

in one hour. That's a record.

It wasn't nine pies.

It was eight.

You left two slices of mushroom

on the last tray.

- Violet?

- You guys, it was six pies. No hero.

I had to call the paramedics

to pump your stomach,

and it was

three and a half years ago.

When are you guys gonna talk

about something else?

When someone comes through

that door and breaks the record,

then we'll stop talkin'

about the subject.

Enjoy your pie, guys.

Last one I'll ever serve.

- Aren't you forgetting something?

Quit it, Pete.

I'm not doin' that.

It's a tradition.

Sign the card.

I got it, folks.

I got the first autograph.

- Hey, Violet. All right!

- Violet's on her way to the wall.

That's 20 years

of girls leaving town.

That wall is jinxed.

I won't sit near that wall.

Let's hope you have

better luck than they did.

Ladies and gentlemen.

As you all know, my best friend,

Violet Sanford,

has decided...

has decided to leave

South Amboy tomorrow

and travel the 42 miles

to New York City.

So.. Okay, come on.

Bring her up here, girls.

Come on, Violet.

Come on, Vi.

Come on, everyone.

Hey, Violet, come on.

Come up here.

Come on, honey.

- You guys!

Now, I think it's only fair that tonight,

on her last night with us in Jersey,

she grace us

with a little tune.

No way!

Look at this!

Four people killed

last night in New York.

No reason at all.

Police have no leads.

Tragic.

- Dad, what're you doin’?

I guess four out of

seven million ain't so bad.

Headlines should read

"Millions Survive Night in New York".

Dad, stop. I get the point.

Here. Eat your eggs.

They're not eggs. They're egg whites.

And I'd rather eat the carton.

You've already lost six pounds.

You're staying on this diet.

No fast food. No sausage.

Oh, and I bought you some

of those Lean Cuisine meals,

and I put 'em in the freezer.

My mouth is watering already.

And I lined your vitamins

up on the counter.

- I don't take vitamins.

- You do now. Just take them.

Oh, and I put fresh batteries in

the TV remote and set the VCR timer so that...

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Am I missing something here?

I'm the parent. You're the child

running away to live by herself.

I should be tellin' you

how to live.

Fine. How should I live?

Simple. Don't go.

I got that Irish Spring you like.

Oh. And, dad, whatever you do...

- Don't do the laundry.

- Don't do the laundry.

Just leave it by the dryer and

I'll do it when I come home every Sunday.

Ah, this is interesting.

They say the handrails on the subway system

could one day lead to an outbreak of plague.

Dad. Look.

You said I could be

whatever I wanna be.

I never said songwriter

in New York City. That's the exception.

You said anything,

and I believed you, so...

I'm not leavin' this house

without your support.

That's Gloria.

What's it gonna be?

Violet, I saw how hard it was

for your mother when she didn't make it.

But, if she was here,

she'd tell me to shut up,

wish you luck

and give you a big hug.

I'm not gonna give you a big hug,

and I'm not gonna wish you luck, but...

I am gonna shut up, sit here

with my coffee and pretend to be mad.

Is that okay?

This is the last of it.

- Honey, are you okay with that?

- Yeah, I got it. I got it. Wait.

All right.

That's everything.

- Let's hit it.

- Good luck.

There, I said it.

Love you.

Put some pepper spray in your

purse. Even if you're not sure.

Just start spraying.

You know, you're not alone,

Mr. Sanford.

Hey, you know, me and you

should have dinner sometime.

I'm lockin' the doors.

All right. This is it.

What do you think?

I had a feeling

you were gonna need this.

What are you doing?

What? It's just some

emergency cash I saved up.

Honey, from the looks of this place,

I'd say this is our emergency.

Well, I'm not takin' it.

Fine, then.

I'm freezing your assets.

So, thanks for everything.

I'll call ya.

What is this?

It's just that,

all our lives, you know,

we always had one thing

in common, you and me.

What are you talking about?

It's like, you know, we said

we wouldn't lose our virginity

until we got married,

and that didn't happen.

And then, we said we'd go to

college or junior college

or dental hygienist school,

you know.

And that didn't happen.

We've never followed through

on a single thing, you know.

And I think that's

what makes us so special.

And this is

why you're cryin'?

Well...

a long time ago you told me that

you were gonna move to New York.

But everyone thought

you'd just stay in Jersey

and get married like

me and Danny are gonna.

You know, and...

And look at you.

No matter what,

you really did it right,

and I'm so proud of you.

Enough in there!

You hear me?

You be quiet!

Enough in there!

Hi. I'm Violet Sanford.

I just recently moved to New York,

and I was wondering if you would give

my tape to one of your artists.

Violet, that is so cute.

Now, let me

tell you about me.

My name is Wendy,

and I first moved to New York

when I was 21 to be a dancer,

but I broke my big toe.

And then I got

knocked up by this actor

who dumped me

to join the Peace Corps.

So, for the last 16 years I been

raisin' my daughter all by myself.

And then, two weeks ago,

she tells me that she is a bisexual

and that she hates me more

than any person on this planet.

Now, tell me how I can

help you, please,

because I am dying

to make your dreams come true.

You don't take the tape

unless it comes from an agent,

but I can't get an agent

until I get published?

If we were to listen to that tape,

that would give you grounds

for a copyright

or plagiarism lawsuit.

It's just a little tape. All I want

is someone to sing my songs.

Welcome to the music business.

- Good evening. I.D., please.

- Hi. Uh, sure.

- What can I get ya?

- Let me ask you somethin'.

I'm a songwriter. Is there someone

here I could talk to about my songs?

I've been a struggling

sax player for 12 years.

What can I get you from the bar?

- Pepsi and some crackers.

Hey. How you doing?

Excuse me.

Who's that guy?

That would be Mr. O'Donnell.

Mr. O'Donnell.

He's the manager or something?

Yeah. He's the music manager.

He's in charge of, uh, finding bands and

booking new talent.

Hey, where the hell were you,

O'Donnell?

I got 15 orders stacked up here

and nobody to run the grill.

Fifteen orders, Walt.

Is that all?

Gimme ten minutes,

I'll catch us up. Go on. Lie down.

Relax. You look tired.

We can talk about

my raise later.

You think this is Australia?

There's no raise. I'm about to fire you.

Um... excuse me.

Mr. O'Donnell?

- Yes.

- Mr. O'Donnell. My name is Violet Sanford.

I'm a songwriter.

I just wanted to give this to you.

I know it's not the most professional

way to submit a tape,

but this is all pretty new to me.

- It's pretty new to me too.

I just figured,

as the manager of a club like this,

you must know

every band on the East Coast.

The manager... of this club...

Um, you guys go ahead. I'll catch up.

- Sure thing.

Mr. O'Donnell.

I don't usually do this,

Violet.

Um, but I... I have

a feeling about you.

So, I'm gonna take your tape,

and I'm gonna see what I can do.

Thank you.

I can't believe

how easy this was.

Neither can I.

Uh, you wanna go for

some coffee or something?

O'Donnell, who do I look like?

Your goddamn maid?

That's Mr. O'Donnell,

but I'll let it slide this time.

I told you to take your stuff

home and wash it.

You got cow grease

caked on the front.

Walt, I've warned you

about your attitude. You're fired.

Oh, you better not push me, kid.

I can find a hundred other little punks

like you can burn a turkey burger.

Minimum wage punk.

Maybe we should start over.

Uh, I'm Kevin O'Donnell,

and I work the grill

here at the Fiji Mermaid Club.

I just made a complete

fool of myself.

I was gonna tell you.

I'm almost sure

I would have told you.

I just want you to know

I'm not following you home.

I'm just walking myself 26

blocks in the wrong direction.

- I asked you to leave me alone.

- Did I mention how sorry I am?

I mean, not that it's all my fault.

You did throw yourself at me.

I didn't throw myself at you.

I was pretending to be sweet

and innocent, so you'd give me a break.

- Can I ask you a question?

- What?

Is there a reason we just walked

in a circle? Are you lost?

I'm not lost.

Somebody just moved my street.

You... You wanna play a game?

I bet I can guess

where you're from.

I'm about to get out

my pepper spray.

I reckon you're

from a big city.

And there's no sign from here

of a belly button ring

or a tongue piercing.

I gotta go with Chicago.

Okay. I've never had anyone

stare at my a** for half an hour,

so I'm gonna say good night.

And I'm hoping

you're gonna say it back.

Okay. I can take a hint.

I really do know a lot of people

in the music business.

You just don't give up,

do ya?

Oh, it was the sweet

and innocent thing. It did me in.

Good night, Kevin.

Just for the record, I was only staring

at your a** for the first 15 minutes.

- William Morris.

- I don't mean to interrupt.

I just want to leave this...

- I'll transfer.

William Morris. Please hold.

- It's a demo. I'm a songwriter.

William Morris.

I'll be right with you.

I just wanna leave this

for Whitney and Mariah.

I'm sure they're personal friends of yours.

- Look.

I'm sure it sounds great in your shower,

but karaoke ended a half hour ago.

So, if you'd like to get your songs heard,

you're gonna have to take them

to an open mic night,

just like everyone else.

William Morris.

I'll transfer.

You're not getting validated.

Can I help you?

Um, yeah, hi. Uh, I'm sure all

your spaces are filled for tonight.

I just wanted to

come down and check out

what this whole

open mic thing was about.

I can squeeze you in ten minutes.

A couple of my regulars, they called in sick.

So, uh, I got

some spaces to fill.

I need you to sign your name

in here and get yourself ready.

Bathroom's around the corner

if you wanna throw up.

Next up we have a young lady

named Violet Sanford.

So, let's put our hands together

for... New Jersey's own Violet Sanford!

Come on up, Violet.

Good! There we go.

Yeah. Whoo!

Yeah, Violet!

Whoa, woops!

- I'm a little nervous.

- So are we, honey.

Don't tease me, honey!

Sing!

Come on, give her a break.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

You gotta cheer up. You look like

somebody ran over your dog.

Hey, um, how... how much

is a slice of pie?

Oh, uh, we happen to have

the best French apple in town.

And, uh, it's on the house.

- That's enough. Shut up.

- You just have to pay attention.

Okay?

- Twenty.

- Twenty says it's "Pretty Woman".

- I will raise you ten,

because it is "Home Alone".

All you guys have to do

is read the signs.

I call with

"Saving Private Ryan".

- What?

- Let's fip this over,

and Miss Jennifer from Austin

says her favorite movie is...

No way. There's no way!

You already saw this one.

Oh, you are such a cheater.

Hello! A naked girl in army boots?

Easy play to call.

Thank you.

- Those boots are kinda cute.

I have to get me

some of those.

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, Romero!

You gotta turn that up,

baby. That is the jam.

Turn it up!

There you go, there you go.

- Girl, what are you doing?

- Remember this? Remember this?

That's my belly dancing,

New Yorker.

Do you know those girls?

Oh, yeah. They're here every

morning around this time.

Winding down.

- Wa-wa-wa-wait.

- They have to, in their line of work.

- Are they hookers?

No.

Coyotes.

All right.

Oh, oh, you guys. You guys wanna

see what Al gave me for my birthday?

This.

- You let him brand you?

- Isn't it cute?

- She let the man brand her.

Hey, check it out, ladies.

We each made 300 bucks tonight.

You sure you wanna be

goin' off to law school?

Hmm?

- Let's make a toast.

- Yeah.

To Zoe's last week

as a Coyote.

She's gonna be

impossible to replace.

I just wanna tell you both

that I will never, ever forget you.

Who's up there?

- I'm lookin' for the owner.

- Hey, come on down. Bring a case with you.

What're you doin' here?

Uh, I'm-I'm gonna drop this case.

Where do you want me to put it?

That depends.

What do you want?

Well, I heard you might

need a new, uh..

that, uh, there might be

a job opening.

Put it right there.

Let me take a look at ya.

Ah, let me guess.

Piedmont, North Dakota.

South Amboy, New Jersey.

Same thing.

You do any drugs?

Just coffee.

That's all I can afford right now.

- Let me see your arms.

- Are you kidding?

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Ooh, where'd you get

that scar on your wrist?

Pizza oven. It's a permanent burn

from pulling slices for four years.

That could be the saddest

thing I've ever heard.

Um, what's next?

You want a urine sample?

Ha-ha, I prefer blood.

Look, are you really the owner?

Cause I've had a rough couple o' days,

and, so, the last thing I need is some waitress

on a power trip, wastin' my time.

You start Friday night. Be there

at 11:00. That's when we get busy.

- You're givin' me a job?

- I'm givin' you an audition.

Don't be late, Jersey girl.

I don't mean to press my luck,

but would you mind telling me

why you're hiring me?

Because the, um, average male

is walking around with

a toddler inside of his pants.

A two-year-old, right there

inside his Dockers.

Men have two-year-old

children in their pants?

That's why you're hiring me?

You look like a kindergarten teacher.

The kids'll love it.

Sorry I asked.

I.D., please.

Oh. I'm supposed to

start work here tonight.

Go ahead. Hey, you picked

a good night to start.

It's a little slow right now,

but it should pick up.

Okay.

Is this a church meeting or

is this a bar? Make some noise!

I'm sorry. Sorry!

- I don't think so.

- Just in time.

- Where you goin'?

- I was... I was looking for you.

Good. Let's go.

- Really love your top.

- Thanks. I got it, um, on sale...

Okay. Hair.

Let's see your moves.

That's Rachel.

You can learn a lot from her.

She just cut some guy's

ponytail off.

Yeah. The court ordered her

to take anger management classes

after she pummelled a customer

for grabbin' her a**.

He pressed charges.

I gave her a raise. Cheers.

There is only two rules,

okay? What do you want?

Two beers.

- Don't date the customers.

- Okay.

Second, don't ever bring

your boyfriends into my bar.

As of this moment you are

to appear available,

but never be available.

Break my rules,

I fire you on the spot.

- I und... I understand.

- Jesus.

Hey! Hey, everybody!

Shut up!

I'd like you to meet

my new girl,

whose name is...

- Violet.

Jersey.

Jersey is an ex-kindergarten teacher

and a former nun, who just

escaped from the convent

and is tired of being the

only virgin in New York City.

Would anyone like

to buy her a drink? Whooo!

- Come on, move! I'm workin' here.

- Sorry.

- Four margaritas with salt.

- All right.

Got tequila.

No mix, no salt, no blender.

- Okay, how about a... black Russian?

- Got vodka, no Kahlua.

- White wine.

- Never carry the stuff.

- So, basically you have...

- Jim, Jack, Johnny Red, Johnny Black and Jose.

All my favourite men.

You can have it anyway you like,

as long as it's in a shot glass.

Okay, I-I'll take a beer.

- Four dollars.

- I'm Cammie, the Russian tease.

Violet, the Jersey nun.

That one's Rachel,

the New York b*tch.

We all play our little parts,

only Rachel really is a b*tch.

And... I really am a tease.

Cammie, you can only be a tease

if you stop sleepin' around, babe.

Yeah. I keep

forgetting that part.

I'll have a shot of tequila, and don't

forget one for your pretty little self.

Oh, thanks, but ever since

I got really drunk on tequila,

I never drink the stuff anymore.

Hey, Lil! Your new girl's

refusing your good booze.

No! I was..I-I was suggesting

this gentleman buy me a double.

That's more like it.

I need eight shots.

Four Canadian, four

South of the Border,

six-pack MGD and

a double-blended back.

- You want eight shots of what?

- I got it.

Forty-six even, honey.

Hey, Lil! Yo!

Your Jersey girl

can't quite keep up.

Hey, gimme

a... scotch and water.

- Okay, you got it.

- Lil, do we serve water with our whisky?

Only water I serve's got

barley and hops in it!

Hey, everybody!

Do we serve water in this bar?

Hell, no H2O! Hell, no H2O!

Hell, no H20!

Sink or swim time, Jersey.

Get up there!

I can't do that dance.

Okay.

- Here's some cash. You did okay for a nun.

- You're firing me?

I told you, this was an audition.

Thanks for comin' in.

Now, get outta here.

Please!

Guys, guys, back off,

back off!

Look, the way I see it,

you got two choices.

You can start a fight here,

throw some punches,

get a bloody nose, make

complete fools of yourselves,

or you can take this

ten bucks I got right here

and buy, uh, these two pretty ladies

a round at the bar.

Come on. What do you say?

- To the bar!

Party!

Hold it, Jersey. I'm just dyin'

to know where that came from.

Try serving a beer and

pizza on Monday nights

when the Giants play

the Cowboys in November.

I'm giving you

a second audition.

There's a store at the corner

of Sixth and Hill.

Be there at noon tomorrow.

I'm sending my fashion coordinator

there to take you shopping.

Now, go home before

I change my mind.

Hey, and Jersey... I'd be shocked

if you survived another night.

Here we go!

And left, and right,

clog, clog, clog.

Oh, yeah!

- Hey, honey, how are you?

- Hi, I miss you.

- I miss you, too.

- What are you eating?

One of those Lean Cuisine meals.

Rice and vegetables. Delicious.

Oh! See, they're good, right?

So, uh, tell me more

about this bar.

What kind of place is it?

- I don't know. It's just a bar, dad.

Uh.. hold on.

So, well, yeah, wha-what's

going on with your songwriting?

Songwriting. Oh!

He still has my tape.

I want my tape.

I had a feeling

you'd be back to see me.

- No dates in the kitchen, O'Donnell.

- I'm not staying.

I just want my tape.

Please.

Thanks. Bye.

- Did you really write all those songs?

You listened to my tape?

No, of course not. I mean,

that would be invasion of privacy.

Go ahead, laugh it up.

Cause there's nothing you can

say that's gonna bother me.

I'm just trying to tell you

I like your music.

I mean, do you always

take compliments so well?

- I gotta go.

- W-wait! Uh..

I wanna see you again.

Where are you workin'?

- I'm a Coyote.

- Good.

And what the hell is that?

If you wanna see me again,

you'll figure it out.

That good? Uh-huh.

Sorry I'm late.

Al and I had a big fight.

And then we made up. Twice.

You're the fashion coordinator?

Lil told me to get you something

that would make the kiddies drool.

Trust me, Violet.

I have a serious...

shopping problem.

Ah, no. Forget it, honey.

That's a church dress.

I wouldn't be wearing

that dress in church.

You sure that's

in the right direction?

Take this one.

Very tasteful.

- It has a zipper... in the crotch.

- Yeah!

Who'd wear that in public?

Actually, I have it in blue.

Forgive me, father,

for I've sinned.

Here I am! Yeah, baby!

Come on! Knock it...

Hey! Knock it off!

Lil! The ice!

How do you like that, huh?

I don't know how you guys do it.

I can't have another drink.

Next time that guy buys you a shot..

That's on me, honey.

Chase it with a beer.

- I don't get it.

- I don't swallow it.

I just spit the shot

back into the beer bottle.

They'll never know.

You try it.

Hey, just keep an eye

on your spittoon bottle.

Once Rachel served hers to Lou

by accident. Huge drama.

Cammie, I think I just fell

in love with you.

Oh, Violet!

I'm not a lesbian.

I've played in the minors,

but... never went pro.

- Th-That's not what I meant.

- What are you doing?

Lil's starin' straight at you.

Come on. Grab this guy.

Make yourself look busy.

- Uh, hi. You look like you could use a shot.

- No, I'm waiting on Lil.

Oh, sorry. It's a no parking zone.

If you wanna sit here,

you gotta order a drink.

- Okay. Gimme... a glass of water.

- Okay.

- He just ordered water.

- Yeah.

You know what to do.

Te-testing. Um, hey, everybody,

this guy just ordered water.

Do we serve water in our bar?

Hell, no H2O!

Jersey! No!

It's okay, Lil!

Nobody orders water in your bar!

He can order whatever he wants.

He's the fire marshal.

Hey, Mike, I'm so sorry.

She's new.

I'm okay.

Let's step outside.

Nice knowing you, Jersey.

Come on, you guys!

Let me hear you!

You okay?

Who am I kidding?

I can't do this.

Of course you can.

Now, cheer up,

because there's a really

cute guy at the bar asking for you.

Somebody's asking for me?

He says his name

is Mr. O'Donnell.

He's hot.

Jersey. The fire marshal

threatened to shut me down.

He let me go with a 250 dollars fine.

- Lil, I'm really sorry..

I'll make you a deal. You figure out

a way to make me 250 tonight,

I'll let you come back tomorrow.

Great.

So much for sweet and innocent.

So, you found me.

Some guys at work told me

where I could, uh, look for Coyotes.

Well, take a good look,

because... tonight's my last night.

I think I'm gonna get fired.

- Why?

- I have to make 250 dollars in two hours.

It's completely impossible.

Here's nine dollars,

just to get you started, okay?

I always like to help

a friend in need.

Why are you looking

at me like that?

Kevin... I don't want your money.

All right, uh, listen up.

Ladies.

The bidding will start

at 25 dollars,

for one night only.

You get this:

Purebred, housebroken,

fully trained, yowling stud.

- No way.

- That's pretty cheap.

Violet, what are you doing?

You said you wanted to help,

so... turn around, sir,

let 'em take a look atcha.

Wh-why are you doing this to me?

It's payback time,

Mr. O'Donnell.

Now, turn around.

No, God, no.

Don't, don't do this.

Go on, show 'em

what you've got.

- Are you in?

- Yeah.

Do you wanna do this?

- All right, ladies. What'll you give me?

- I got twenty bucks.

I got... I got 25 dollars

right here.

Make it 35!

Thirty-five dollars!

- Forty dollars!

- Get... What are you doing?

- Come on, girls, fifty?

- Fifty!

- Sixty-one dollars.

- I got 70.

- Come on, girls. Seventy-five?

- Seventy-five dollars!

Eighty dollars!

Come on, girls. Do I hear 85?

Ninety! Ninety-five dollars!

One hundred dollars!

- That's it.

- You wanna come home with mama?

Whoa! Nice!

Oh, yeah!

That's my boy.

- Oh, yeah. Shake it, shake it.

- $125 back here!

140 dollars, right here.

Come on, come on.

My goodness, girls, come on.

One fifty and you'll see the butt.

Come on, girls.

You can do better than this.

One seventy-five.

Yeah!

There we go.

Two hundred dollars!

- You got 215 righ there!

- Two hundred and fifty dollars.

Sold, for 250 dollars!

Come on up, honey.

He's yours.

Damn you!

The blonde would have gone 275.

Come with me.

You're gonna owe me big-time

for this one. That's 250 even.

- Mmm. Mmm!

- Oh.

Better close out, girls.

- Can I ask you something?

- What?

What does "Coyote Ugly" mean?

Did you ever wake up sober

after a one night stand

and the person you're next to is layin'

on your arm, and they're so ugly

you'd rather chew off

your arm than risk wakin' 'em?

That's coyote ugly.

- Let's go, ladies.

Well, why would you name

your bar after something like that?

Well, because "Cheers" was taken.

Cabs are out front.

- You're rich, Jersey.

- See ya.

Yeah. Good night.

The woman who purchased me

is named Sandy Rosenfeld,

a divorcee with three grown kids,

a passion for long walks and short-haired

hunting dogs and Italian opera.

Her ex-husband is a C.P.A.

Her... favorite artist is Van Gogh,

and her New Year's resolution is to lose

15 pounds... and to see Barbra in concert.

Okay. I owe you.

What do you want?

Well, it's, uh, 3:30 in the morning.

I want what every man wants.

Breakfast.

And that's it? I go to breakfast

with you, and we're even?

No. We're not even close to even,

because I danced on a bar,

I took off my shirt,

and I unzipped my pants.

Okay. Let's make a deal.

Breakfast and... lunch.

- Breakfast, lunch and two dinners.

- That's four dates!

Yep. Which would make it the second

longest relationship I've ever had.

Get in the car.

Oh, I hate to spoil

your evening,

but it looks like we're

not gonna go anywhere.

Oh, my God.

It's hard to find parking

in New York.

You ever eaten Turkish?

This is the place.

Hey. How you doin'?

- Hi, Kevin.

Four of the regular?

- Sure, yeah. Hey.

- Hey, Kevin.

- How are you doin', man?

- How you been, man?

- Good.

Here it is, man.

Flown in from Miami.

Check out the merchandise.

- Hey, man, no. I trust you.

All right, all right.

Look, uh, I don't know

what you're into, but...

The Amazing Spider-Man,

number 129, mint condition.

Worth a thousand bucks.

- A comic book.

No, it's not just a comic book.

This is the first appearance

of the Punisher.

This is the holy grail

of comic books.

You collect comic books.

That's so cute.

Cute... It's... very

rugged and manly.

It's just a bit kinky. Huh?

- I think it's sweet.

So, do you always eat breakfast

on the hood of your car?

What can I say?

I'm a romantic.

You think this is romantic?

Well, you may not be feeling it

now, but... I think one day

you'll be on stage singing

a song about this very night.

"When We Were Downwind

From a Trash Barge."

Yeah. Catchy title.

Hum a few bars.

Sorry to disappoint you,

but I'm a songwriter, not a singer.

When I get on stage,

I freeze.

What if the fate of the free world

rested on your voice?

Okay. If the fate of the free

world depended on me singing,

maybe.

All I ever really wanted

is to sit in the dark

and hear someone great

singing my songs.

I wanna be the one

who writes the music.

I remember the first time

my mother played me

"Bridge Over Troubled Water"

by Simon and Garfunkel.

I remember exactly

what she was wearing.

I remember exactly how her hair smelled.

I remember exactly how I felt.

And every time

I hear that song,

I remember exactly

what she was wearing

and exactly

how her hair smelled

and exactly how I felt.

Cause the great songs

last forever.

- So, what's the problem?

- Well...

now they're telling me the only

way to get my songs heard

is to go out there

and sing 'em myself.

So, we're gonna have to try fix this

little problem straight away.

Hmm. And how do you

propose we do that?

Well, is there any place

you feel comfortable singing?

- The shower.

- We'll start there.

I mean, I-I don't care

how long it takes,

how many hours we have

to spend in that shower.

Let's get to it.

- Okay. Before we hit the showers,

maybe you could tell me

a little something about yourself.

Oh, really?

What do you wanna know?

What part of Australia

are you from?

I'm from all over.

My family moved around a lot.

So, the rest of your family

doesn't live in New York?

Do you always ask

this many questions?

Do you always dodge

this many questions?

You can at least tell me where you got

all the moves you pulled on the bar tonight.

Well, if I told you,

I'd... I'd have to kill you.

That's original.

The sun's coming up.

We're gonna be late.

Late? Late for what?

This is incredible.

- Look at that fish!

- All right. Put this on. You're gonna need it.

Why? What are you

talking about?

You're... gonna help me

unload the next bin.

- You're joking, right?

- No. It's not that bad, Vi.

I do it all the time.

- Exactly how many jobs do you have?

Tuesday through Saturday,

I'm at the club.

Sunday and Monday

I park cars at the Plaza.

I've been a telemarketer.

Would you like to switch to AT&T?

And... for six terrifying hours,

I delivered phonebooks in Queens.

Don't forget your

extensive work in fish.

This is an expensive city,

and these guys pay cash.

I don't care if

they pay in lobster.

I'm not sticking my hands

in that fishy bin.

I was gonna, ugh, split

the money with you.

A hundred bucks apiece.

- A hundred bucks?

Wait, wait. Why-why didn't you say so?

- Thanks, Dan.

- Wait.

- You're not ready, are you? Fifty bucks.

- Twenty-five.

- Okay.

- Ten.

- Okay, yeah.

- Ready?

- Okay.

- Yeah?

- Umm-hmm.

Ooh! That's disgusting!

Hey, you'll hurt their feelings. Okay.

Just on top of the other fish.

So, I know I just met you a few days ago.

There's something I have to tell you.

You smell really bad.

Well, so do you. I mean,

I was gonna kiss you good-bye,

but, um, I thought I might gag.

You're a real charmer.

Okay. Good night.

Good morning.

Don't look at me like that.

Spend it.

- What are you doing here?

- I... changed my mind about... this kiss.

I think we should

give it a shot.

Well, have a nice day.

"Have a nice day"?

Yeah. I panicked.

I didn't know what else to say.

Have a nice day.

All right. Back of the line

over here. Back of the line.

Yeah, I like it!

- Hey, baby!

- Make a hole. Make a hole!

- s**t, the cops are here.

- Nobody else gets in here. Look at this place.

Hey, Lil. I'm sorry.

There's nothing we can do here.

You're 50 people over max.

They're trying

to shut us down, okay?

Let's go outside and talk.

I'll take care of it.

This is not a gas pump, son!

Wait your turn!

- Hey, no pictures, man!

- Hey, I'm a reporter from The Voice.

What are you doing? Hey!

Put me down!

- Put me down!

- Cammie!

- Help!

- Come on! Let her go!

Rachel... help!

Come on, boys!

Come on! Break it up!

- Lou, where's Rachel and Cammie?

- I don't know!

Let me go!

Jersey, they're tearing

this place apart!

Rachel! Rachel!

Let me go!

I'm talking about that!

- Great. Yeah.

- Last call, Lil.

Start clearin' 'em out.

- You got it.

Let's go.

Did you see their faces?

I mean, wow.

They all wanted you, honey.

Even the girls.

Not a dry seat in the house.

You guys, that was, like,

a one-time performance...

That I have to repeat,

like, every night.

She sang along with a jukebox.

Let's not start polishing a Grammy.

Oh, come on, Rache.

She saved your butt. Admit it.

No. She saved me from kicking

the s**t out of a couple of drunks.

That's it.

- Ooh.

- Where you goin'?

- I don't know.

I gotta... walk or...

celebrate or...

ugh, pass out or somethin'.

Hey, ladies and gents,

how about a big round of applause

for the singing Coyote from Jersey!

- So, I'm a Coyote?

- Five nights a week.

Hey, what is it?

What's wrong?

Why would anything be wrong?

Um, you called me in the middle of

the night and said there was an emergency.

What was that for?

Oh, I... had a good night.

I wanted a... good-night kiss.

Well, wait a second.

Where are you going?

Have a nice day,

Mr. O'Donnell.

"Have a nice day"?

What's going on?

Why do I need my guitar?

You'll find out soon enough.

No. This way.

Okay, now there's a seat.

Just there.

Okay. Take a look.

Your fans wanna hear you sing.

I told you. I... I can't sing

my own songs. I never could.

Well, that's too bad, because... they've

requested to hear your songs.

Be gentle on the keyboard.

I borrowed it from the club.

You did all this

just to help me sing?

I thought maybe we could cure that

stage fright I've heard so much about.

Kevin, I wish you could.

Come on, let me try.

Tell me what it feels like.

You really wanna know?

Yeah.

You asked for it.

What are you doing?

The only way I can show you...

is to make you...

really... nervous.

The first thing that happens...

is... my heart... starts to race.

Good.

Racing heart. Yep.

Got it.

- And then...

my entire body starts shaking.

Shaking body.

I'm... I'm getting that. Yeah.

And...

then everything gets... a bit...

cloudy.

Clouds are definitely

rolling in.

Then I start...

losing control.

Well, how long

does this usually last?

Oh, it's been known

to last all night.

- That must be horrible.

- It's excruciating.

I think that audience got more

than... they paid for, really.

What's "L.M.S." stand for?

Lynn Marie Sanford.

It was my mom's guitar.

She died five years ago.

She moved to New York to be

a singer when she was my age.

She came pretty close

to the big time.

Well, what happened?

She hated the stage.

She said it was the scariest

place in the world.

Sounds familiar.

You really want me to sing?

Just tell me

what I have to do.

Disappear.

All right. No problem.

If you wanna write a song,

if you wanna be

like a serious songwriter,

you simply gotta go

with the Mac.

Laptop. You can lay your tracks down

on a blank CD, and you're done.

Do you..

Do you have a payment plan?

Rachel! Rachel!

Come on, Cammie!

Come on, Cammie!

Come on, Cammie!

- Hey, Lil.

- Yeah.

I tell you what.

You're two out...

Base is loaded.

How 'bout we double the bet?

Forget it, Earl.

Cammie's my worst hitter.

I know that.

Why don't we triple it?

- All right.

- All right?

- All right.

- Hee-hee-hee. Let's go, tits.

- Hey, Cammy.

- Yeah.

It sure is

a beautiful day out here.

It'd be a shame to waste it,

don't you think?

Sure is.

Yeah, Cammie!

Get the ball over the plater.

Okay, boys.

Throw me those balls.

Five, and here is

your 600 dollars.

Yes, sir. Thanks, sir.

I will be sure to put you on

the schedule for next year.

Yeah, you do that.

What are you doing?

What are you, brain damaged?

You know what kind of maniacs

we got driving through here?

They don't stop for nothin'.

Whose boat?

- I borrowed it from a friend.

Yeah? Looks like

a guy's car to me.

How can you tell?

I've been staring at cars

every day for the last 16 years.

Who is he?

- He's a friend.

Look, I brought you a turkey sandwich,

no mayo, extra sprouts.

Thank you. Great.

I'm starvin'.

Now, tell me about this bar.

Is it a bunch of bankers

havin' martinis after work?

I gotta go. Look. Love you.

I love you too. Be careful.

Hey, do I come to your office

and honk? Come on!

I got you a gig. There's this club

where a lot of music people

hang out, called the Elbow Room.

My friend's the manager.

He owes me a favor,

and you're it,

next Thursday night.

Are you forgetting

about the stage fright?

Uh, what about the bar?

Come on, Kevin. All I do

is sing along with the jukebox.

See? You're making progress.

A few more nights at my place,

and you'll be cured.

I hate to burst your bubble,

but I'll never be cured. It's genetic.

Stage fright DNA.

Yes, I saw that on E.R. last week.

Okay. Laugh all you want,

but my mom couldn't do it,

and neither can I.

So, was your mother

afraid to try?

Look, I just wanna be a songwriter.

Why won't you give up on this?

Because I've been giving up on people

my entire life, and it's a nasty little habit.

So, you're gonna sing

at the club, or I'll...

Or you'll... what?

I'll never kiss you again.

That sounds like a threat,

Mr. O'Donnell.

Well, let's just say...

it's gonna be quite

a long, cold winter.

That's supposed to convince me?

It's working, isn't it?

Your... knees are getting weak.

- I'll think about it.

- Try again.

Uhh, I'll see

if I can get off work.

You're gettin' warmer.

All right. You win. I'll do it.

Oh, I love winning.

Hey, we have a special treat

for you tonight, boys and girls.

Look who dropped by for a visit.

- Zooooe!

- No! I'm a paying customer tonight.

Besides, I have class in the morning.

What... what are you doing?

Come on, Zoe!

Zoe! Zoe! Zoe! Zoe!

Time to get wet, girls.

Whoooo!

- Excuse me, does Violet Sanford work here?

- Yeah, she's on the bar.

- She's on what?

- She's on the bar.

What do you guys say?

Dad! Wait!

Dad, it's not

as bad as it looks.

Dad, it's not

as bad as it looks.

I just sing here every night.

People come here to see me.

Say something!

The guys are putting your

picture up in their booths!

I gotta go, get up early.

- Dad, it's just a bar.

You can trust me.

- But you're my daughter.

Hi, you've reached Bill Sanford.

Please leave a message

when you hear the beep.

Dad, you can't avoid me

for the rest of your life.

I have to come over

and do your laundry.

We both know you're

running out of clean shirts.

I bet the one you're wearing

stinks pretty bad.

I'm not gonna apologize, because

that would mean

I'm doin' something wrong.

And I'm not sure I am, so...

I'm playing at a club tonight.

A real club. Someone important

could hear my song, and

next month somebody

might be singing it on the radio.

So, wish me good luck.

- Good luck.

Anyway, um, I'll call you

and tell you how it goes.

Take care of yourself,

old man.

Old man.

All right. You should

be dancing on the floor!

I wanna see your bras!

I'm in heaven.

I'm in heaven but I've been seeing it.

Is this the greatest party

we've ever been to or what, man?

Lil, I can only

stay two hours.

- What are you talking about?

- I gotta leave early tonight, remember?

Bourbon.

- Why?

Maybe you haven't noticed all the bodies

you had to crawl over to get in here tonight.

Lil, I told you I gotta leave

by 10:30 no matter what.

Here.

- Got it. I got it.

Seven.

- Here you go.

- What are you doing?

I gotta go. It's half past.

Can you have Lou call me a cab?

Listen, Jersey. You're not

going anywhere. Not tonight.

This place is out of control.

But, Lil, I told you.

I'm only working two hours...

You wanna sing?

Sing for them.

These people dragged

their asses out here to see us.

This is New York, and there's

a line halfway around the block.

That's something, Jersey,

whether you believe it or not.

And if I go?

If you were going,

you would have left by now.

- Where are you?

- Lil won't let me go.

Violet, just walk out.

She doesn't own you.

You can still

make it here.

I'm... sorry.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Violet.

- What's the story?

- She's not coming.

So, what am I supposed to do,

Kevin? I got a whole spot to fill.

I'm sorry, Richie.

I made a mistake.

Whoa, this doesn't change

anything with us, Kevin.

A deal's a deal.

Am I right?

I'm the guy! Me!

Zach, who said

you could be up here?

You're not supposed

to be up here.

All right.

Take it easy, Zach.

Zach, take it easy.

Hey!

- Hey, hey, knock it off!

- Kevin!

Lil!

Break it up!

Kevin, that's enough!

- Help!

- Lou!

Stop!

Kevin, that's enough!

Kevin, that's enough!

- Get off me!

- Stop it!

Kevin, Zach's a regular,

and he was just having fun.

Having fun

with my girlfriend!

Lou, get him out of here.

You're gonna chill outside,

or I'm calling the cops.

Out of my way! Move!

Let me go!

- Get the hell out of here!

- Hey, everybody, free drinks on the house.

I'm paying. Get up here.

Kevin. Kevin.

What is your problem?

Look, I'm sorry about tonight,

but look at this.

There was no way

Lil was gonna let me out.

This is not about Lil.

This is about you and this place.

This is my job.

It's a goddamn sandbox for

you to stick your head in.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- The place is a joke.

All right? They don't come

to watch you sing.

They come to watch girls

shaking it on a bar!

And what would you

have me do?

Sing for quarters in the park?

Well, at least you'd be

singing your own songs.

I told you I can't do that,

so stop pushing!

I'm just asking you to try, but

I guess that's asking a bit too much.

Right. It's so easy

to be you, isn't it?

You've no dreams, no hopes,

no chance of getting hurt.

When was the last time

you took a chance on something?

- Some of us don't have that luxury.

- Why is that?

Oh, right. We don't talk about you,

right? It's a big secret?

Come on, Kevin.

Let's play a game.

I'm gonna guess why

you left Australia.

- Doesn't matter.

- You... were in jail.

No, that's not it. You... have

a wife and four kids in Sydney.

Come on. Am I getting warm?

Come on, Kevin. I don't have a lot of time.

Why'd you run away

from home?

I didn't have a home.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

I don't have a family.

I mean, that's the big secret.

Are you happy?

Huh? Are you gonna

feel sorry for me now?

You're gonna hold me close while I tell you

I had to change homes every two years?

I had a bad childhood.

Big deal.

I don't need your sympathy,

cause I'm here,

and I'm living on my two feet

like I wanted to.

That was my dream.

And at least I did it

with a little bit of dignity.

And I didn't, that's it?

Well, just unbutton the blouse

a little and unzip the pants,

show a little bit of flesh,

I think you can figure it out.

Go on in. Your fans are waitin'

for ya to crawl on a bar.

I told you not

to break the rules.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you and your

boyfriend making a scene in my bar.

I'm talking about a friend of mine

inside with a broken nose.

The rules were simple, Jersey.

I've fired girls for a lot less.

What, so, I can't have a boyfriend now?

What kind of stupid s**t is that?

Hey! This place is my home,

and I'm not willing to risk everything

I have on your personal life.

It's business,

plain and simple.

This is not business.

I worked my a** off for you,

and you're supposed to be my friend.

I never said

I was your friend.

I'm your boss, and you knew

the rules like everybody else.

Will you stop... with "the rules"?

It's a bar, for Christ's sake!

Then, what are you

so upset about?

Oh, my God. Give me a bite.

I'm starving.

Mmm, thank you.

- How does it feel to be Mrs. Molinaro?

You know, I think he was a perfect

choice for my first marriage.

Hey, Gloria.

Thanks for inviting me, uh..

I gotta go to work.

I'm on graveyard tonight.

- Thank you, Mr. Sanford.

- Yeah, well, it's not worth a hug, dear.

It's only 50 bucks.

- Aw.

Your old man's a ten, Vi.

- Eleven, some days a twelve.

Well, it's a beautiful wedding.

No, you can't go. I just want one picture of

you and Violet dancing together. Come on.

Okay. Come on. Smile.

Are you really working, or

are you leaving because of me?

You know I don't like

to wear a tie.

So, this is how it's gonna be?

You're not gonna return my phone calls?

If you needed money,

you should have come to me.

I would have found a way

to take care of you.

Dad, you can't even

take care of yourself.

Hey, I am doing just fine

on my own, thank you very much.

Oh, really? So, how come

you're not wearing any socks?

I had a minor disagreement

with a clothes dryer.

Look. Just face it, dad.

You need me.

And I moved out,

and that's what bothers you.

No. No. What bothers me

is, for the first time

in my life,

I was ashamed of you.

I would have never thought that

would ever have been possible.

Hey, it's me.

Leave a message after the beep.

Violet?

I've just finished work,

and in a few hours

I'm going to unload

three disgusting fish trucks.

I thought maybe you'd like

to come and give me a hand.

But... you're not in, or

you're not picking up,

so, I'll call back

because I'm hoping

one day you... will wanna talk.

Kevin? Hello?

Kevin? Hello? It's me.

I'm here.

- Is this Violet Sanford?

- Yes.

I'm calling from

Riverview Medical Center.

We have a patient here by the

name of William James Sanford.

Is that your father?

Violet Sanford?

- Yeah.

- Your dad's in recovery right now.

The car struck him on his right side

when he was walking to the booth.

His right leg is broken, and there was some

arterial damage we had to go in and repair.

But other than that,

it's just a lot of bumps and bruises.

I'd say he's

a pretty lucky guy.

Violet?

I told you, don't come down here.

It's your wedding night.

Oh, are you kidding? Danny's been

in my family for five minutes.

You've been in my family

my whole life.

Mmm, I'm sorry.

I love you... so much.

I never did thank you

for the dance.

That's okay.

That's all right.

My tapes.

Come on. Just call him.

Just pick up the phone... and call him.

Don't call him.

Told you.

This place is a palace.

It's pretty late. Are you sure

you wanna do this now?

Well, here's my door.

No turning back now. Come on in.

Oh, you're so right.

This place is a palace.

- Would I lie to you?

- This is a great idea. I'm so glad...

Nice strong pulse.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm a sick man.

You can eat whatever you want

now, but when we go back home,

it's egg whites

and Lean Cuisines.

- I'll see you later, Bill.

- Wai-wait a minute.

What do you mean,

"until we go home"?

I'm moving back.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't sing my songs.

I was afraid.

Do you know

why mommy quit?

Yeah, she told me,

cause she couldn't do it.

No, that's not it.

She wasn't afraid, Vi.

Your mother on stage...

Oh, she was amazing.

Then why did she quit?

Because of me.

Right after you were born,

she told me she wanted to quit,

and I let her.

See, I knew how good she was,

but I never told her.

I loved her...

more than anything.

And I just went on and pretended

that there was no other choice.

- Dad, it's okay.

- No, it's not okay.

I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

You're not goin' back to work for Pete.

I don't care what it takes. I don't care

how many bars you have to stand on.

You are not comin' home.

I'm not lettin' you back in the house.

Forget it.

You wearing cologne?

No! Oh, well, it's just a...

splash of Old Spice.

Where did you get Old Spice?

That nice redheaded nurse

gave it to me as a gift.

Then she asked me

out for coffee.

I'm scared.

Are you gonna go on a date?

God, a date.

I better buy a pair of socks.

Okay. Come on in here.

Watch out for the... Okay. Okay.

Okay if I eat here at the bar?

Do you have a reservation?

Uh, yeah. It's under, um,

"cast-iron heartless b*tch".

Could it be under

"stubborn and pigheaded"?

Yes. That's the one.

I'll have a double

water on the rocks, please.

- How'd you find me?

- Cammie.

She told me about your pop.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

He's okay.

Good.

- So am I.

- Yeah. Yeah, I can see that.

What's good to eat here?

Lil, you didn't come here to eat.

What do you want?

'kay.

I just wanted

to let you know

you can come back to the bar

whenever you want.

- I appreciate the offer, but I'm okay here.

- I figured that.

You were never a lifer.

I'm married to that bar.

Hell, I'd, uh...

I'd sleep there if I... had the guts

to walk around barefoot.

But... that's me, you know?

I'm the original Coyote,

just a small town gal trying

to make it in the big bad city.

"Small town gal"?

Piedmont, North Dakota.

You ever tell anyone that,

I'll kill ya.

Take care, Jersey.

You have one new message.

I've one message in eight hours.

How pathetic am I?

Violet, this is Lyndsey Morgan

from the Bowery Ballroom.

Listen, we loved your CD,

and we want you to play in our

songwriter's showcase next Sunday night.

You're on at 10:00 sharp.

So, drop your music by the club,

and the house band

can learn your song.

Now, if you have any questions,

don't be afraid to give me a shout.

See you Sunday.

Here are the keys to

the apartment. It's all yours.

I can't thank you enough for subleasing me

this place. You don't know how long I looked.

And when is your boyfriend

moving in?

He's actually coming in

tomorrow from Boston.

It's historic, guys. This is the first night

I've closed early in three years.

Ta-da. Will you hang

that outside for me?

Hey, Lou, you got that number

I asked you about?

So, why are you

moving to Chicago?

I'll figure that out

when I get there.

Hello.

Hey, do yourself a favor and

look at page 137 of "The Voice".

I can't believe your name's

in the paper. I'm gettin' this framed.

Dad, if you're not ready in five minutes,

I'm gonna leave without you.

Keep your pants on, will you?

I'm physically challenged.

I only got three rolls of film.

I hope that's enough.

Dad, I'm only singing

one song.

Right. Better go get

another one.

Hey, Bill.

My kid's singing tonight

at some club in the city.

She's a little nervous.

Hey, maybe you can give us

a one, two, three for luck.

You got it. All right, let's give it up

for Bill Sanford's daughter.

Light 'em up.

One, two, three.

Oh, look, Vi.

I can't do this.

Jesus!

Did I mention to you that I was

recently in a horrific car accident?!

I c... I can't do this.

I gotta go back.

- Violet, listen to me. Are you listening?

- Yes.

You have nothing to be afraid of.

You're already a star.

- Dad, what are you talking about? I'm a nobody.

- If you're such a nobody,

then why did I buy this off Pete

for 20 bucks?

Why do you have that?

I saw it on the wall, decided

I wanted the first autograph.

I figured it'd be

a damn good investment.

Now, what are you waiting for?

I didn't spend three months

in physical therapy

just to take a ride

to the state line, you got me?

Yeah, I gotcha.

So, what do you say, Vi?

How about another U-ey?

You guys call in a one, two, three!

Now, let's do it again.

This time I wanna feel chills!

There goes Bill again. He's back for seconds.

Come on now! Let's give him all we got!

Let's go!

The only reason why I came down here

tonight is to see her fall on her face.

Oh, take it easy, Rachel.

It's supposed to be a nice night out.

- Excuse me.

- I'm cool. Don't worry about me.

- Hi. Good evening, ladies. Can I help you?

- No.

It's packed, Lyndsey. The house band

has been on for 15 minutes.

If she's not here in five,

she's bumped.

Jesus!

Uh, now that we're here,

I'm feeling a little nervous.

Thank you, Mr. Sanford.

Oh, pro-probably just carsick.

Forget I mentioned it.

I'm fine. Have a great show.

Vi.

Get your butt in there.

Come on. We're right behind you.

Break a leg, sweetie.

Ladies and gentlemen,

making her Bowery Ballroom debut,

Miss Violet Sanford!

I'm sorry.

Come on, baby.

Shake it!

Hey, pinhead!

That's not long enough, baby!

Now shake it!

Come on. Don't do it, Rache.

He's a big guy, and

you're still on probation.

Don't worry. Those classes

are really paying off.

Okay. Let's give a big Coyote

welcome to LeAnn Rimes.

So, tell me, what do you do when you realize

that all your dreams have come true?

You pay off old debts.

Volume 129.

The original appearance

of the Punisher. The one I cost you.

Thank you.

Lil, don't think

your new girl's gonna hack it.

Jersey! Jersey! Jersey!

Jersey! Jersey!

Jersey! Jersey!

Okay. In true Coyote tradition,

I'm gonna make every woman's night

and auction off the most

handsome little hottie in the place.

Violet, come on.

You can't do this to me again.

Here he is, girls.

Come on, dad!

Okay, ladies. The bidding

will start at 25 dollars.

See, nobody wants to do this.

What are getting me into?

25 dollars!

You said you wanted a more active

social life. Come on, girls.

There's a lot of miles

left on these tires.

- 50 dollars!

- Come on, dad. Strut your stuff.

Seventy-five!

Take... take some of it off!

Okay, put... put some of it on.

Yeah, baby!

- I'm going 80!

- Ninety-five!

Yeah! All right, Jersey!

98.50!

A hundred!

- 150 dollars!

- Sold!

Hey, I'm a Coyote!

Well, your father has

no problem with stage fright.

So, tell me,

what do you do when you realize

all your dreams have come true?

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