Background info:
Duke and Steve had had a fight. Duke hit Kayla, then Steve pulled a gun on Duke. In the end Duke left and Andriane, Steve and Kayla convinced Jo to go to a women’s shelter. Later at the clinic Adrianne told Kayla she would lock up so Kayla and Steve could go have a night out.
They enter the Cheatin’ Heart:
S: Jimbo! I told her she can go anyplace in the world today, tonight – This is our night. She wants to come to this dump.
K: Well, I, uh, got an urge to shoot a couple of tables. That’s all
S: Oh you got an urge to… shoot a couple of tables?
K: Yeah. You know a game or tow of pool helps you relax a little bit. So how ’bout it?
S: Look, look, Kayla, don’t ever try to hustle a hustler, baby. Alright? Something tells me you’ve been getting in a little practice time
K: Well, what if I have? Like I said, it’s relaxing.
S: Change of pace from the needle point?
K: Do you want to take me on or not?
S: Any time, baby. (snaps his fingers) Jimbo!
J: YO!
S: The stick.
K: Well, I have to warn you, um, I’m pretty good.
S: I’m warned
K: I mean I’m really, I’m really pretty good
S: I believe you
K: Well, I just didn’t want you to say I hadn’t told you. You know.
S: Can’t say that.
K: Yeah, well, you want to break?
S: No. Ladies first.
K: (taps the table with her hand) OK. What do you say we make this just a little bit more interesting?
S: (sighs) I’m already interested.
K: Now I’m not talking about a little penny anti here
S: Penny anti?
K: Yeah, I’m talkin’ about a big bet.
S: OK. That’s the way I like to bet
K: A buck-a-ball
S: A buck-a-ball? Where’d you learn to talk like that?
K: What? The stakes too high for you? What?
S: No, it’s just I’m not interested in money.
K: I think you’re afraid to bet. I think you’re afraid I’m going to beat the pants off of you.
S: (devilish look in his eye) Oh, that’s the last thing I’m afraid of baby. I just don’t like the stakes.
K: Oh? What do you want to play for?
S: (with a lustful look in his eye) Kisses. Let’s play for kisses.
K: (confident) You’re on.
S: (gestures to the table) It’s all yours.
K: Rack, please, sir.
S: (go back and gets the rack) Oh, yeah. Careful now you don’t choke.
K: Outta my way. (she hits the break) Well, now there’s a break.
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Kayla is getting ready to make a shot. The whole bar is watching them play.
S: You gotta make this one baby.
K: Don’t try to psych me out now. This is my kinda shot.
She lines up and hits the ball as it’s rolling
S: Yeah, come on now! (whistles)
The ball goes in and the crowd goes wild. She gives him a playful push.
K: Pretty good, huh?
J: Hey! Way to go Kayla!!
S: How come you don’t get excited like that when I make a shot, huh?
J: I’m afraid you’re not quite as pretty as she is.
K: Hahaha
S: You’re right about that. Come on, Come on. Keep going, baby. I’m getting anxious.
K: Fifteen ball
S: (to the crowd) Don’t cheer so much over there
K: In the side pocket
She misses the shot and Steve makes the buzzer sound.
K: Alright, alright. Your shot. Go right ahead
S: OK. I’ll go right ahead. (lines up the shot) Three ball in the corner
K: You callin’ it?
S: I’m callin’ it. (Makes the shot, but he’s the only one to cheer)
WooHooHooHoo!!
K: (disappointed) I guess you win
S: According to my calculations (stops and looks at the crowd) Come on, cheer for me!!
They make disgruntled noises
K: Now come on – this time he won anyway
S: You owe me five…. ten kisses
K: (dismayed) Ten??
S: (Not happy that’s she’s questioning him) Ten. You want to check my arithmetic, here?
K: No, I believe you.
S: Pay up, baby.
K: (looks surprised) Right now?
S: Right now.
K: (looks around at all the people) Here?
S: Right now, here.
K: (embarrassed) Oh, I don’t know.
S: Come on. You don’t want all these people to think that you’re a welcher, now do you?
K: (offended) A Brady never weltches.
S: A Brady never weltches. Well, come on, baby, here I am.
J: He’s got you on this one, Kayla
S: Come on
K: (embarrassed and laughing) Well… One
S: One. That’s one
K: That’s two…. three
S: Keep ’em comin’ baby. Now give me three
K: No. I already gave you three. Don’t get me all mixed up. This is four…. five…. six….. seven….
S: (breathing heavy as each kiss has become more intense than the last one) Come on, baby, five.
K: Eight…. Nine….
S: This is the best game I ever won.
K: You know what? This is the best game I ever lost.
S: One more
K: One more
The last kiss is a long intense one with the crowd cheering them on.
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