She made her return trip by ambulance.
All fighters are pig-headed some way or another: some part of them always thinks they know better than you about something. Truth is: even if they're wrong, even if that one thing is going to be the ruin of them, if you can beat that last bit out of them... they ain't fighters at all.
110. Get a job, punk.
Frankie Dunn: You got big holes in your socks.Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Oh, they're not that big.Frankie Dunn: Didn't I give you money for some new ones?Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: These are my sleeping socks. My feet like a little air at night.Frankie Dunn: How come you're wearing them in the daytime, then?Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: 'Cause my daytime socks got too many holes in them.
