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There's a time for love and a time for living. Take a chance and face the wind.

An open road and a road that's hidden. A brand new life around the bend.

There were times I lost a dream or two.

And found a trail.

And at the end was you.

There's a path you take and a path not taken.

The choice is up to you, my friend.

Not so long, but you might awaken to a brand new life, a brand new life, a

new life for groundbreaking.

Angela, I can't get in there.

Oh, well, it's no wonder with those big gloves on. No, no, no, I don't mean

that. I can't go through with this, Angela. You've got to get yourself

boy. Your honor is at stake.

So is my faith.

Do you know what you are?

Scared? You are mad, man, Miss Kelly. You are tough. You are hard as nails.

Oh, Angela, that's... Get in the way.

Get in the way.

Good evening, Fight fans.

Welcome to World Famous Sid's Gym.

I'm your host, World Famous Sid.

Please refrain from showing food, beer bottles, or one another into the ring.

And please observe the no smoking sign.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I just tiptoed out of here.

How did this all get started? It seems like a lifetime ago.

I thought I had a brilliant idea that would raise funds for the Parents

Association and bring two communities together and get rid of some of those

frozen hors d 'oeuvres from New Year's Eve.

Hello, Brooklyn.

Welcome to Connecticut. Hi, Melva. Come on in. Hey, everybody. You remember

Philly Fingers? And this is Melva Allen, president of the Brooklyn Parents

Association. How very nice to meet you. How was the drive up? Did you hit much

traffic? Just a sedan and a Winnebago.

Philly drove?

I think maybe you better sit down. Hey, Philly,

nice hat.

Raiding the morgue again?

Oh, big shot. President of the Parents Association.

Do I kiss your ring or curtsy?

Why don't you just rabble at my feet?

Well, Mr., is it finger or fingers?

Plural.

Well, Mr. Fingers, what do you do for a living?

Why, what have you heard?

Nothing. Oh, good, good.

You're the last of the leftovers.

All right, well, now that we're all here, how about I call this meeting to

order? Hey, boy, you're good.

Mr. President, I know I speak for all of us when I say thank you so much for

organizing this Olympic event between our two communities. The monies we raise

will be put to good use, more books for our libraries, and new equipment for our

gymnasiums. Oh, thank you, Angela. Thank you. I couldn't have said that better

myself. And now I don't have to.

All right, let's get right down to business. What events do we want to

I made a list. I have tennis, gymnastics, archery, and badminton. Wait

What are we doing? Raising money for a concert?

Let's have some violence, like wrestling, hockey, boxing.

Yay, boxing.

Biceps, triceps, sweating bodies.

Ooh, I changed my vote.

Let's 86 the boxing, guys. No, hold on a second, Tony. We need a blockbuster

event. Something we can promote that will draw in a big crowd.

Well, I think boxing is brutal.

That's the idea.

Hell, I don't know anyone in our association who would engage in such an

activity. Are you kidding? On the streets, Tony used to engage the hell

people.

Philly, Philly, Philly, Philly, it's a bad idea. Please, let's drop it, okay?

Well, Tony, I am very proud of you for having become so enlightened.

Boxing is very dangerous.

Yeah, and somebody could get hurt.

Really? Then I volunteer my husband, Herb.

He used to box in dental school.

They called him Kid Novocaine.

Well, I... I volunteer my little brother, Wilbur.

He's a typing teacher.

Oh, great. The match of the century.

So, what do you think, Tony? Well, I guess... Tony!

Well, come on, Angela. How bad could it be? A dentist and a typist.

And anyway, if Herb knocks out one of Wilbur's teeth, he'll be there to put it

back in.

And Wilbur can type up the insurance claim. All right. I'm a bird. Why didn't

listen to Angela?

I thought I was in the clear with kid Novocaine and piping Wilbur.

Little did I know I had a one -way ticket to Palookaville.

Hey, Steve, how are you?

See, I haven't seen you in so long. You look terrible.

I haven't seen you since your voice changed. Oh, is that a low blow?

Hey, I want you to meet my boss, Angela.

Come on over here, Angela.

Angela, this is Sid.

Sid, this is Angela.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Who's the girl?

Oh, this is my boss -in -law.

Mona, Mona, this is Sid. Sid, this is Mona.

Nice place you got here, Sid.

You give away free samples?

I was just going to ask you the same thing.

Later, Sid. I'm going to window shop a little.

And this is Angela's son, Jonathan.

Hey, hi.

And, of course, you remember Sam.

Hey. Oh, I remember Sam.

Go ahead. Give it your best shot.

Sid, come on. Don't you think I'm getting too old for that?

Good reflexes, Sid. Thanks.

Can we check out some of the equipment, Mr. Sid?

Yeah, sure. Over there, over there.

Hey,

guys. Hey, Wendy.

Where's Herb?

Home. What do you mean, home? His back went out again.

His hygienist found him locked over the rinse and spit bowl.

Well, what does that mean?

It means Herb and I can't have sex.

No news there.

And I can't find anybody else to take his place.

In the ring.

Hey, Sid, it's nice seeing you. Yeah, nice to meet you. Come on.

Oh, by the way, do you validate parking?

You brought a car into this neighborhood?

Yeah, I gave it to the valet.

What valet?

Bye.

Mona, come on, let's go.

Why are we going? I was just teaching this guy how to dial my number.

Mona, Herb heard us back. We're going to have to scratch the boxing match. Come

on. Wait a minute, Tony.

Why don't you fight?

When you was a kid, you used to love bopping people up. But I'm not a kid

anymore. You're still in good shape.

Trust me, he is.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Tony, what about our opposition to violence?

Oh, shut up.

Come on, you can do it, Tony.

Oh, I don't know, Mona. I don't know.

Tony, what are you?

A tourist?

No. Remember when you used to come in a ring?

You know what I mean? You used to train here. You were bad. You're still bad.

Yeah, yeah, I'm bad. I'm bad.

How bad are you?

I'm very bad.

Oh, no, you're bad and you're mean.

I'm very mean.

Hey, let's hear it for the raging housekeeper.

Yeah, great white help.

So, Dad, does this mean you'll do it?

Why not?

Are you kidding me? I'll tear that typing teacher from A to Z. Hey,

typing teacher.

I'll reset his margins.

Hiya, Melba.

Tony, I'd like you to meet my little brother, Wilbur.

Who's margin are you messing with?

That's good enough.

No,

Tony, I don't understand this. You're going into this fight. Your heart's not

it. I don't understand it. What's wrong?

Something very painful from my past, but look, you don't want to know about it.

I know what it is. I know what it is. I saw this movie once with John Wayne.

See, you were a promising young fighter.

And then came the fateful day when you beat a man so brutally that he never

regained consciousness. He died a lingering death with you at his bedside.

You felt such remorse that then and there you hung up your gloves and you

you would never fight again.

Boy, that was a good movie.

I'm sorry, Angela, because in the real -life version, it was me who got beat up

so bad that I saw a few stars, but none of them were John Wayne.

Somebody beat you up?

I never told nobody about this, but here goes.

Look, I was just a kid, you know.

But you know me, I thought I was a tough guy.

And so did this promoter from up in the Bronx. So he gives me a shot at a pro

fight.

I was only 16, but I lied about my age.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

When first we practiced to deceive.

Here I am pouring my heart out. She's quoting Mary Worth.

Anyway, I climbed into the ring, you know. And I knew I was better than this

guy, but it didn't matter.

Because he was staring me down.

He wouldn't blink.

I couldn't look away, but I couldn't move.

until he bounced me off the canvas. The fight was over before it even started.

Oh, you poor thing.

And I thought my teen years were painful.

It wasn't the pain, Angela.

It was the humiliation.

The whole crowd was laughing at me.

The promoter called me a weak sister.

I went back to the old neighborhood. I never mentioned that fight, and I never

set foot in the ring again.

Well, that part's like the movie.

I vowed that one day I'd get her for that.

Tony, you know, if you lost by a stare, you can win by a stare.

And I think I can help you.

You? Yeah, me.

You should have seen some of the guys I had to play hardball with in the

boardroom. After I stared them down, they were walking around cross -eyed.

Oh, well, you're one tough mama there, Angela. Who?

Yo.

Psychology of the stare is very simple.

Most people think that it's in your eyes. It's not. It's in your mind.

It's telling you that you're not afraid. He is.

He's not going to win. You are.

Oh. Well, what if your mind is telling you that you should have listened to

father and gone into fast food?

Well, your mind's not going to be telling you that because I'm going to be

trainer.

You're going to be my trainer?

Angela Dundee.

Hey, thanks, but no thanks.

Hello,

trainer.

We're my only one.

I thought I was dreaming, but I

was wrong.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I'm gonna keep on dreaming until I...

I'm so happy.

I guess it's easy to feel confident in the safety of your own living room.

What a fool I was.

Sorry,

Tony. He's just a human being. His body is 65 % water. Yeah, well, mine's 100 %

jello.

Once you set foot in that ring, there's no place to hide. And believe you me, I

looked everywhere.

And now for the main and only event tonight. Three rounds of championship

coming from world famous Sid's Gym.

In this corner, weighing 160 pounds, A typing teacher from Brooklyn.

120 words a minute. His hobbies include kung fu, underwater shark hunting, and

strolling through Central Park at night.

Wilbur, the Terminator, turn up!

Wilbur, honey, now don't kill him all at once.

Why? People pay to see three rounds.

Oh.

And in this corner, weighing 162 pounds, parent association president whose

hobbies include wiffle ball, weather stripping, and baking brownies, Tony,

Madman, and the Silly.

That's my dad.

That's my housekeeper.

That's my fantasy.

Now, boys, this fight's going to be fought according to the rules that I

up. No head -butting, no rabbit punches, and no scratching yourself below the

belt.

Shake hands, go back to your corners, and when the bell rings, come out and

fight.

Good luck, Wilbur.

Yeah, same here, Brownie.

Fantasy.

Give me that mouthpiece. I'm going the distance.

Judge Benelli votes two rounds for Turner, one round for Mastelli.

Judge Wendrad votes two rounds for Mastelli, one round for Turner.

Judge Wendrad votes two rounds for one for Mastelli.

And the medal is Tony Mastelli.

Hey, good fight, Mastelli. Hey, you...

Hey, man, just one thing.

Where did you put in those brownies? Oh, Wilbur, it's easy, it's easy. It was

two cups of flour, right? Yeah.

fight was a big success.

And you were terrific.

I couldn't have done it without you, Angela.

Anytime. There's something else we can't do without you.

What's that?

Walk.

Pick up my arm. Come this way, towards me.

Easy, easy. Okay, here we go.

Well, at least I had my moment of glory.

Yes. See, I could still hear the roar of the crowd.

Doctor said I'd be hearing that for about a week.