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Get him! Down with the monkeys!

What did you call him?

What?

Was it his radius or his ulna that cracked?

I think both. I had no idea his bones were so fragile.

You didn't have to do that.

Hey. You're our friend, Eddie.

Yeah, man, he deserved it.

He must learn it's an egalitarian society, where everyone is welcome.

Guys, I want you to meet someone who wants to join the team

and who will wrestle with you, starting Saturday.

Meet Jesse.

Hey.

How are we supposed to wrestle with a woman?

-Without hurting her? -No.

-Or looking like a jerk? -No.

How do we make it look like she can win?

Yeah, that's tough.

I mean, where do we put our hands without making it look ambiguous?

Where do we grab without making it look inappropriate?

It's common knowledge that women can't just be physical. There's always feelings.

Guys, there's no such thing as a man's job versus a woman's job. Period.

That said...

would you wrestle in Jell-O?

Hey, solid catch.

Here it comes.

You're gonna hurt his arm.

No, it'll make him strong like a man.

Jonathan, raise your hand like this. You'll see the ball better.

No. If he misses, he'll get hit in the face.

The point is to be one with the glove and catch the ball.

What the hell? Are you crazy?

Of course you're intimidated. You were always a lousy pitcher.

You used to play baseball?

I wasn't that good.

He was scared.

I wasn't scared.

He was scared. And clumsy, too.

How do you know? I never pitched to you.

Jonathan, give the glove to your father.

Like a girl.

I'm out of practice.

Sorry. The ball got away from us.

My fault.

No worries. Hi.

Hi.

So you're the neighbors with... the large boat.

Yep, that's us.

I'm Pierre-Louis.

This is Vladimir. Lady Sarah.

-My husband Patrick. -Hi.

Heads up, buddy.

I'm very open-minded. That's not what this is about.

Usually, when you start by saying that...

Gays are never content to just live. They always try to change everything.

You'll see. In just a few weeks, we won't recognize our own neighborhood.

All it means is that the homes will be nicely looked after.

Decorated and renovated.

-We'll have theaters. -And nice stores.

And good restaurants.

And clean streets.

And taxes will rise, until heterosexuals can't afford to live here anymore.

Are you homophobic, Grandpa?

Not at all. I'm just thinking of the children.

Meaning?

Meaning, what if all of a sudden, that little boy over there

decides he prefers girls as a teenager?

How will they accept that?

He'll be forced to live in secret. In shame. Just because he's different.

I find that disgusting, quite frankly.

He's not homophobic, he's just a crackpot.

You'll see.

Hi. I'm the neighbor. Not sure you remember me.

Of course, I remember.

I want to invite you for drinks tomorrow, so we can get better acquainted.

I unfortunately can't, but...

my dad doesn't work tomorrow. He'd love to come.

Lots of people say wrestling is a gimmick.

That they do it for the money. However...

I see wrestling as a window into humanity.

I can't wait for the day when we have universal brotherhood on Earth.

No matter if it's man versus woman, man versus dwarf,

woman versus Indian, dwarf versus pit bull, whatever.

When that day comes, all of human dignity will be on display.

Do you do this with all your wrestlers?

What?

Take them for a fancy dinner.

Of course. Why do you ask?

Did Goodwill have a special on sweatpants?

The 80's called, they want their jacket back.

At least my clothes don't look like one of the signs of the apocalypse.

More like a sign there's a girl nearby.

No. Listen up. I'm not gonna give Jesse any preferential treatment.

I'm not gonna change my behavior. She'll be just like one of the guys.

When Eddie gets here, he'll tell you the same thing.

Oh, boy.

I had to do the laundry, that's all I had left. What's the matter?

Hi, guys.

-Hey, hi. -Hi.

Hi.

What were you saying?

Unité 9.

Yeah.

That's cool.

-Did you watch it last night? -I understand.

It was crazy. All these female prisoners...

I understand, no worries, baby. See you in a bit.

Sorry, Patrick got held up at work. He'll join us a bit later.

Limoncello.

Homemade, of course.

What would you like?

-Do you have Coke? -I have cola. Is that okay?

I hope so.

-Your place is beautiful. -Thanks.

It stands out in the neighborhood.

Yes. Exactly.

Why buy such a nice house in such a boring neighborhood?

We saw the potential the moment we laid eyes on it.

Oh, yeah?

Don't pretend you didn't know this was a vintage house.

I knew that. In fact, this whole neighborhood is vintage.

Tonight's opponent for Sugar Chris for this very first

and historic battle of the sexes within the Federation,

the ferocious, the bloodthirsty,

the spectacular Brutella.

Let's adlib for about five minutes and after that, just lay down. Okay, sweetie?

Five-minute improv, then I submit.

Perfect.

What are you doing? It's been five minutes.

At least that was entertaining.

Hope you didn't take it the wrong way. I was just playing.

-Not at all. I got to study your style. -Yeah?

It's working!

-You're a hit. -Really?

Yes, more people are coming in. Would you be willing to go again?

Right now?

Yeah. You're going to fight... Carl.

-Oh, yeah? -This will be awesome.

And we're going to tear down this wall so that the whole room is open.

It'll be beautiful.

A nice environment is so important.

-Especially being here all day. -You don't work?

No. I've stayed at home, ever since Patrick and I married.

He insisted on being the bread earner. Otherwise, he would've felt demeaned.

Gays getting married these days, doesn't it feel a little straight?

You have no idea, it's the end of a long struggle.

Someday I'd like to take my husband's name. That would be great.

Mister and Mister... Patrick Thionne.

Hi, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting.

-Hi, honey. -I had a crazy day.

It's over. Relax, put your stuff down.

Hi.

Uh, hi.

-Let me see this. -Hi.

It's over now. There you go.

It's over, my love, it's over.

Oh, yes.

Could you make us something to eat? I'm so hungry.

Oh, come on.

Are you kidding me?

It's fine. I have to say I was a little surprised at first, but hey...

-I'm glad you're okay with it. -I know it's professional touching.

Of course. The Body Slam, the Bear Hug... all official moves.

-I know neither of you enjoy it. -Absolutely.

I'd be horrible if I didn't like a woman succeeding in a non-traditional job.

-You couldn't be horrible if you tried. -Oh, you're cute.

I hope she didn't feel bad about you guys.

How so?

You know, when a girl joins a boy's club, the boys tend to change...

They start dressing cute and speaking nice.

They talk in a very different way, thinking the woman won't notice.

Where do you get that? That's not true at all.

I'm sure you're not like them.

No, I'm not.

Okay, go get changed.

-Right now? -Yes.

-Okay. -I'll wait. Okay.

You know, Carol, when boys are young,

they dream of becoming policemen, cowboys, or soldiers.

Or any Village People, for that matter.

Me? I knew I was meant to sell insurance.

And here I am.

Well, when you're passionate about your job...

Sure. Do you wanna know the most inspiring thing about insurance?

That feeling of pride when you find a way

to turn down a payment to a client that's just being a pest.

I'm defending the interests of a major corporation

that just wants to give back to the community.

It's that feeling of being one of the good guys.

You know? I think sometimes we lose sight of what's really important.

And don't get me started on morals. We're just making small talk,

but you can't tell me the death penalty is 100 percent bad.

-Not that you're at risk. -Not a chance indeed.

Hey now. Patrick, please.

A nice ass is a nice ass, no?

-Hey. Nice fight. -Thanks.

And your opponent, boy, you give him quite a whooping.

Oh, yes.

-You saw right through him. -For sure.

I'm glad I saw you. I wanted to thank you.

Me?

On behalf of all women. You made a place for yourself in a man's world.

Well...

It's true. And you're still super feminine.

Look at you. Look at those breasts.

-Were they expensive? -Excuse me?

Usually, they leave a red scar right underneath.

With the scars and nipples, you just need eyes to make two clown faces.

They're real.

Oh. Cool.

I guess they just sag when you take off your bra.

Thank God. Otherwise, I'd be jealous.

Still, it takes a lot of courage to get in that ring in front of everyone.

-A little. -I understand.

And to all those people who think you prance around like an exotic dancer,

I say, "No way. That's not what Jesse does.

There's no sensuality whatsoever in what she does."

People say that?

No, forget it.

-I just read it on Twitter. -What? Something about me?

No, don't even worry about it. I don't wanna encourage gossip.

I think a woman's body belongs to her.

It's no one else's business if she makes a living rubbing up on men.

People are so mean.

I know.

Some even say you should change your name from Brutella to Brutal.

I couldn't believe it. Typical.

Anyway. Have a good night.

No, please don't... Don't do this.

Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

About what?

About Jesse. She just quit.

Why?

I don't know. You tell me.

Which one of you said something? Did anyone slap her butt?

I'd never do this to a woman. Especially to one that can beat me up.

I'm trying to advance women's rights. I'd appreciate a little help here.

You have food on your lip. No, over there.

You know, Patrick, I'm so happy we met.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. You helped me realize we're all the same after all.

There's really no big difference between you and me.

-Maybe the color. -That's for sure.

Just knowing you

makes me realize that even if society changes, we shouldn't be afraid.

We're heading towards a better world, where crooks will be punished.

Thanks to you, I have a more open mind.

I'm so happy to hear it.

That one hurt.

Are you trying to tear my arm off?

It'll make you stronger.

Don't be such a faggot.