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Dancing and everything? Yeah. I was a good dancer. You’re laughing. I danced like a top. Don’t laugh. He was terrific. I got a job. Yeah, with Mr. Henderson. You must be getting excited. Well, I’m not going to be working… at Mr. Henderson’s office. I got a job at the El Flamingo. Dancing? No, not dancing. Parking cars in the lots. You’re working at… Mr. Henderson’s engineering office this summer. Well, I don’t think so. I asked a favor of Mr. Henderson to do this. An office boy is a good job in his firm. It’s the ground floor to an engineer. But it’s the summer, Dad… and I don’t want to be working in an office. Listen, besides, the pay is so much better here. How much do they pay? You mean wages? No, box tops. Of course wages. What else? There’s tips. I get tips. I don’t believe in tips. Tips I don’t believe in. Well, I like parking cars. Well, you can park our car… and still work with Mr. Henderson. I mean, what-what is this? Did you know about this? What’s this? We agreed on… Arthur, maybe you should have a word with his boss. Just take a swing out to Rockaway after work… Wait a minute. No swing outs. Please, no swing outs to Rockaway. I’ll be bringing home money every week. Look, there. Forty dollars. That’s just one night. I’ll be able to help pay for my tuition. What about Mr. Henderson? Oh, come on, dad. Let’s face it. They only hired me because you fix their plumbing. They don’t need me. I did this on my own. I got to get ready to go to work. He gave you $. I’m going to practice. Forty dollars for parking cars. Eighteen years old. Hey, what’s the matter with your arm? Nothing’s wrong with my arm. I’m just developing my left for college ball. Not a bad left hand. Well, you know, I’m a lefty. Oh. Hey, I made some good tips here last night. Is it like that all the time? Usually, I guess. But I just started. See, if I have a good summer… this parking lot’s gonna pay my room and board to college. And this ball here… it’s gonna pay the tuition. I got a scholarship. Where are you going? Notre Dame. That’s a good school. Can’t you see it? “He’s at the line.” “The crowd hushes.” “Fortune Smith of the Fighting Irish.” Wait a second. Jeffrey, Fortune, go see Alfred. He always welcomes new staff to the club. Better get going. Pretty nice guy, that Freddie. Swish! Is it necessary for us to jump, Alfred? Yes, it is. You see, as new staff… you must go through formal initiation. Excuse me. Could you play with that later? You jump off the cabana railing and catch a wave. Simple. Of course, if you miss the wave… you land in the sand. Splat! I always like a good splat. This is a very old El Flamingo tradition. Let’s go, pencil-necks. Jump. We better get going. Did you ever see “The Defiant Ones”? No, and I don’t think we have time. Why don’t you go first and break my fall? Maybe next time. One… two… three! Shit. No splat. Piece of cake. Yeah! Ok. Let’s go. Now you can play with the whistle. Jeffrey, it’s awfully nice of you to carry that… to the car for me. Any time, Mrs. Unger. Oh, look. There’s Mr. Getzer. I’d like to go say hello. He just got divorced. Wait for me, will you? All right. I’ll be over here. Ok. What’s new, fellas? Hey, Jeffrey! Keep your hands off the popcorn! Ok. Who’s the guy in the pink shirt? That’s Paul Hirsch, number cabana boy. Makes bills weekly. Mr. Brody’s playing Colonel Easton. He owns the club. He’s a retired Air Force colonel. Brought down planes. Four of ’em were ours. See that fat guy over there? Big Sid, the watcher. That’s all he does. He watches these guys play gin. That’s Charlie Cooper… Olympic cough champion. The striped shirt’s Mario Manetta. Swallowed a bug last summer. He sells used furniture. All summer they play Mr. Brody’s team. All summer they lose. The upside-down fan is Phil Brody, the King. The guy’s a genius, a master. Really. Excuse me. Today, Colonel. Pull a card today, will you? That’s it? That’s it. You throwing the ? I’m throwing the . You’re giving me the . I’m giving you the . Take it! Sweet Ginger Brown. Shit. Thirty points. How’s he do it all the time?