All language subtitles for D o d g e Ba l l

(♪ energetic pop)

(man) Tired of the same old you?

Tired of being out of shape
and out of Iuck with the opposite sex?

Tired of being overweight
and under-attractive?

Yeah!

Oh, hello.

I'm White Goodman, owner, operator
and founder of GIobo Gym America Corp.

I'm here to tell ya that you don't have
to be stuck with what you've got.

Hey, Rory. Looking good.

At Globo Gym we understand that "ugliness"
and "fatness" are genetic disorders,

much like baldness or necrophilia,

and it's only your fault if you don't hate
yourself enough to do something about it.

That's where we come in. (laughs)

Globo Gym employs
a highly trained, quasi-cuItural staff

of personal alteration specialists.

With our competitively priced
onsite cosmetic surgery,

we can turn that Frankenstein
you see in the mirror every morning

into a Franken-fine!

Of course, you'll still be you in a legaI sense,

but think of it as a thinner,
more attractive, better you

than you couId ever become without us.

How do I know?
WeII, I'm not only the founder of Globo Gym,

I'm also a client.

That's me, six years and 600lbs ago,
before I knew how much I hated myself.

That aII changed once I founded Globo Gym.

But don't just take my word for it. Listen
to these GIobo gymers teII you how it is...

That feels good.

Oh, the tickle machine. (giggles)

Crash, no! Crash, out!

Bad dog. No grundIe.

Come on down and join the winning team,

because here at GIobo Gym,
we're better than you.

And we know it.

Spare me.

Mr La FIeur, this is Doris
from the Department of Water and Power.

We'e been trying to reach you,
but your phone was disconnected.

We'll be shutting off
your water and power at 5pm today

due to an eight-month overdue account.

- Thank you and have a nice day.
- (beep)

This is Seth from Videorama.
The foIIowing DVDs are now overdue.

"Drunken Hussies 3", "Backdoor Patrol 5"
and "Mona Lisa Smile". Thank you.

Come on, baby, be there.
Be there.

(engine starts)

It's gonna be a good day.
I'm proud of you.

(car creaks)

(La Fleur) We're just around the corner.
My gym's here. I promise we're almost there.

You guys are lifesavers.

I appreciate the effort.
Don't pull a hammy over it.

Gimme that garbage.
ShouIdn't you be on a treadmiII?

- Buenas días, o.
- Hey, Peter.

- How's my little tax sheIter this morning?
- Everything's shipshape.

Don't hold out on me.
What's happening?

It's just... I'm trying
this new voicemail-dating thing.

And, like, no one's even Ieft me a message,
and it's been almost two months.

There's someone out there for everybody.

- You think?
- AbsoluteIy.

In some cases, there's two somebodies for
one person. I Iike to caII that "the jackpot".

See you later, dater.

- Hey, Peter.
- Hey, Gordon.

- I'm wailing on my glutes.
- Sounds great.

I'm gonna shock the biceps later,
then some cardio. Keep the body guessing.

- I Iike to keep my body guessing.
- Sure. I wanted to ask you something.

- Did you catch the game last night?
- Can I say yes?

Amateur curling championships
on ESPN8.

- I had no idea.
- You missed a doozy. Really great stuff.

I feel dumb for asking,
but how did you hear about it?

- OSQ. Obscure Sports QuarterIy.
- Of course, the OSQ.

Started reading it in coIIege, for the chicks.

- I'm gIad that worked out for you.
- Thanks, Peter.

- Bye.
- Love the orange and love the headphones.

When I come back,
I want you on a different machine.

Ow! Ow!

- You need a spot?
- I'm cool, Pete.

OK, come on. Let's get this out of here.
You OK?

- You're like a human Chinese puzzle.
- Thanks, Pete.

All that weight is dangerous.

It'II be worth it when I make the cheerleading
squad. Prove to Amber that I'm not a loser.

Hang on a second. You wanna become
a cheerIeader to prove you are not a loser?

Yeah. Why?

Nothing. High schooI's
changed a bit since I was a kid.

Plus, aII anyone ever remembers is
what happened at last year's tryouts.

I'm the laughing stock of the school.

I'm sure it's not that big of a deal.
What happened at Iast year's tryouts?

Justin Redmond. Ready and super-psyched.

- Hey, Amber.
- Hi, Justin. Good luck.

Good Iuck... to you, making your judgments.

And from the girls' line,
we need girl number...

00, Martha Johnstone!

(shrieks)

Whoa!

Toss to hands, liberty and cradle out, OK?

I'm not wearing any panties.

Ready? One, two...

Liberty, ready?

- Dude.
- (girl) Can he breathe?

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- It was the worst.
- Don't worry about this Amber situation.

- It'II all work itself out in the end.
- Thanks, Pete.

You'II Iaugh at this one day.
I'm laughing.

Go at your own pace.
That's what it's there for.

(yeIIs)

- Who goes there?
- It's me. It's Peter.

Oh.

'Tis about the matter of payment
for me membership.

Steve be a touch short this month.

That's all right.
Just pay me when you get the money.

The dread pirate Steve be in no man's debt.
I'II make a barter with you.

In exchange for your kindness,
I'II be spIitting me buried treasure with you.

Once I find it, that be.

I'm flattered by the gesture, but
a couple of bucks here and there will be fine.

Thanks, Peter.

- I'll be on the StairMaster.
- OK, Steve.

- Next time, maybe just say "hello".
- Gar!

Hello.

It's not my birthday till next month,
but terrific.

I'm so sorry. Hi.

I'm Katherine Veatch with Hawthorne Stone.

- Your bank?
- Right. My bank.

- You are very attractive for a banker.
- Thank you. I'm not a banker, I'm a Iawyer.

Really? What kind of law
are you involved in, pretty eyes?

- SexuaI harassment, mostly.
- Oh.

But I also handIe real estate and tax law,
which is why I'm here.

- This pIace is in defauIt?
- No. You're in forecIosure.

You were in default
when we sent you delinquency notices.

- I thought those were just warnings.
- They were warnings.

No one warned me. What happens now?
I make my payments out to somebody else?

You have 30 days to pay the balance
of your mortgage, or you Iose your gym.

Perfect. What's the damage?
What do I owe you?

$50,000.

Personal cheque gonna be OK? Might have
to wait till the end of the month to cash her?

I do have to switch some funds. The charity
I like to work with is gonna take a hit.

Mr La Fleur, I can assure you
this is a very serious situation.

Yeah.
This is extremely serious, Mrs Veatch.

It's Ms. I'll need to review all of your financiaI
statements and assess any tax liabiIities.

AbsoIutely.
I don't know how you say "Ms" for "Mr",

but if there was a "Ms Mr",
I'm a Ms as well.

You do keep financial records?
Invoices, revenue reports, taxabIe income.

You kidding? I got a cIoset full of 'em.
I call 'em keepers.

- ProbIem is I've never really filed them.
- No kidding.

Just out of curiosity,
who wouId want to buy this place anyway?

Come on, squeeze it, squeeze it.

Yeah, come on, come on. Get it up.

- One more, bitch! One more, bitch!
- Aaargh! Whoo!

Yeah! Yeah!

- Now you're my bitch!
- Yeah!

Yeah, baby!

Involuntary spasm.
Look at the show. Enjoy the show.

Whoo!

This a bad time? I could come back.
Looks like some real dude sweat going on.

Add three pounds to the scales in the
women's Iocker room before you go home.

Refreshment?
I've got protein paste, carb Iaxative...

- Oh! Suffocated kumquat, perhaps?
- I'm trying to cut down on those.

- They're good. They are good.
- Know what you mean.

WaIk with me.

Hey, Brianna.
Cellulite seminar tomorrow, 0600.

Nice job, Susie.
You call that a sit-up?

Don't sIack, Trevor.
I'm watching you.

There's a good energy in the gym.

Let me guess why you're here, Pete.

Because I bought out
the second mortgage on your gym.

You've got 30 days to make $50,000,
or your gym becomes my gym.

I know we've had our differences...

Is that what you caII
sleeping with three of my female trainers?

It was one night.

Or the strip-o-gram you sent me
for the Globo Gym one-year anniversary?

- It was meant to be congratulatory.
- It was also a man.

Let's not get hung up on details.

- We're both professionals.
- Oh, reaIIy?

Last I heard, my gym makes money.
Yours doesn't.

My gym's worth over $4 million.
Your gym isn't worth four.

I have shareholders.
You haven't even got... cupholders.

- Why would I want cupholders?
- The point is

Globo Gym is a beacon
of human physical perfection.

A benchmark in the fitness community.

Your "gym" is a skid mark
on the underpants of society.

See, Peter, I wasn't born
expecting the worId to do me any favours.

I earned this body
and I built this tempIe

out of nothing more than
a littIe can-do attitude and elbow grease.

And a Iarge inheritance
from my father, Earl Goodman.

So if I choose to level Average Joe's to buiId
a parking structure for my members, so be it.

There's nothing you can do about it.

In 30 days, I'II be buIIdozing that shit-heap
you call a gym into permanent nothingness.

I can only hope that you, and the mongrel
race that comprise your membership,

are inside it when I do.

Show Mr La Fleur out.

Turn it up high, Reggie.

I wanna burn.

So that's the deaI. We got 30 days
to raise $50,000, or Average Joe's is history.

I got ten minutes. I'll open it up to some Q&A.

No need to raise your hands,
it's an open forum. OK, Owen, kick us off.

Yes, Peter, - and I'm just spitballing here -

but why don't we pay it off
in Canadian dollars and save some money?

Just so you know, if that's a route
you want to follow, it's 50,000 American.

It wouId be 70,000, roughly, Canadian dollars.

- How are we gonna come up with $120,000?
- Owen, you don't add them together.

Technically, Peter, I'm sorry to say this,
but it's more like $73,313...

It doesn't matter. We can't come up
with $50,000. We're screwed.

Gar.

- It's an insurmountable amount of money.
- No, it's not insurmountable. Come on!

We can't just sit back
and let Globo Gym take us over.

Average Joe's is too important.

Where do you go
when your wife changes the Iocks?

- Average Joe's.
- Right.

Dwight, Owen, what will you do
if Joe's goes under? Work at the airport?

- I ain't working at no airport again.
- No! Cos you hated it.

And, Steve, where do you go to do...
whatever it is that you do?

- Gar. Joe's be the onIy place for Steve.
- Gar! You're right!

Do you see? There's no way I can go
back to working out at my high school.

They'd Iaugh at me there.
Lock me in lockers, make me eat clay.

But not here, not at Joe's.

I need this place.
You guys need this place. Come on!

I got it. I know how we can raise the money.

- How?
- Car wash!

Ha ha ha!

(♪ "MiIkshake" by KeIis)

What are the chances?
Same day, right across the street?

The girIs beat us fair and square.

I am gonna be a gentleman about it and
congratulate every one of them, personally.

Guys! Not to be a nay-sayer or anything,
but the only customer we've had

is that weird guy
who keeps paying Justin to wash his truck.

(dog growIs)

That's it, boy.
Get in there nice and deep, like.

- That's not good.
- Gar. This sucks.

Aagh!

Relax, Justin, it's just a cutout.

(White) At Globo Gym,
we're better than you and we know it.

Sign up now.

Do you smell that fitness? I do.

Rock it and shock it, baby.

You gotta burn it to earn it!

- What's in the envelope?
- Free 30-day memberships to Globo Gym.

- Cool.
- It's a joke. He sent it to us as an insuIt.

Maybe we could sell 'em for cash
cos the car wash cost us money.

- We're further away from saving this place?
- Yes.

- We'II never raise enough money.
- This bIows.

Guys, I know this is tough to take,

but if an impromptu car wash
doesn't raise us the $50,000 we need,

I guess it just isn't in the cards.

Trust me here. If there was any way in
the world we could raise $50,000 in 30 days,

short of robbing a bank, I'd do it.

- We could sell blood and semen.
- Gar.

What? Not mixed together.

Guys, I love the enthusiasm,

I love the energy here,
but we're looking at this the wrong way.

Let's celebrate the good times
that was Joe's.

We gotta start looking at this Irish-wake style.

Let me be the first
to say goodbye to Average Joe's.

We gave it a hell of a run, guys.
Now let's try to have some fun.

I'm gonna put on "The Thong Song",
and we'II tear this place apart.

Wait, wait! Peter! Peter!

We could play dodgeball.

That's very nice, Gordon, but everyone's
tired. Playing a game isn't gonna help.

There's a tournament in Las Vegas.
I feel so dumb I didn't think about it before.

I read about
the Las Vegas International Dodgeball Open

every year in Obscure Sports Quarterly.

Of course. That's a totally common thing.

The best part is it's open to any team
that wins a regional quaIifying match.

- How is dodgebaII gonna get us the $50,000?
- They have a cash prize for the winner.

- How much?
- $50,000.

Guys, we are not gonna get $50,000
for pIaying dodgeball.

- Why not?
- None of us know how to play dodgeball.

I do. We played it in PE last year.
They showed us this fiIm about it.

- Can you get your hands on that film?
- Sure, I guess.

Can we please try to be serious
here for one second?

You said anything we could do to raise
the money. This is that anything. This is it.

Come on, show of hands.
Who wants to play dodgebaII?

Come on.

- Come on, Pete.
- (sighs)

You guys had me at blood and semen.
Come here.

You want it, don't you, fat boy?

You want that doughnut.

Go ahead and have a bite.

Just a Iittle bite.
One Iittle bite won't hurt you.

(buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

(White) Oh, momma.

- Sir, Katherine Veatch is here to see you.
- Give me 30 seconds and send her in.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, hello, Katherine. Good to see you.
I didn't know you were dropping by.

- You asked me to come over.
- Did I?

Are you... reading the dictionary?

You caught me. I like to break
a mental sweat too. Grab a chair.

So, I trust everything's going swimmingIy
with our acquisition of Average Joe's?

So far, yeah. There's a lot to do over there,
so I shouId probabIy get back.

- That is a reaIIy interesting painting.
- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, that's me, taking the bull by the horns.
It's how I handle my business.

It's a metaphor.

- I get it.
- But that actually happened, though.

Anyway, we're a pretty tight-knit tribe here,
but there's always room for one more squaw.

So, please, whatever you do,
don't think of me as your boss.

- I don't.
- I don't want to get into a formal thing.

I'm White, you know.

W-h-i-t.

E.

Thanks, Mr Goodman,
but I'm contracted by the bank.

They just assigned me to your account.

Right, well. You work for the bank. Bank
works for me so, ipso facto, I'm your boss.

Point is, I would love to see your pretty
little bone structure around here some more.

There's no reason we need to be shackled

by the strictures of
the employee-empIoyer reIationship.

Unless you're into that sort of thing.

In which case,
I got some shackIes in the back.

I'm just kidding.
But seriousIy, I've got 'em.

I'm just doing my job, Mr Goodman.

In fact, I actuaIIy prefer it over there.

Really? You like it with those freaks
over there in Loser-Town?

They're not freaks.
They're people, just Iike you and me.

People?

"People, just like you and me."
Oh, man!

That is what I love about you, Kate.
You've got a "personality".

That is rich. A real sauciness
that I find extremeIy attractive.

We shouId mate.

- What?
- Date.

We shouId date some time. Socially.
Go out and kick it.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. I just, uh,

threw up in my mouth a little bit.

In some cuItures, they onIy eat vomit.

I never been there
but I read about it... in a book.

I'm sorry, Mr Goodman.
I don't date clients.

I get it.

Don't crap where you eat. I understand.

Me'Shell.
Please escort Ms Veatch out.

Oh! And, Katherine.

Make sure my acquisition
of that gym goes smoothly.

They're up to something over there.
I can smeII it.

(hiss of air)

(presenter) Über-American InstructionaI fiIms,
teaching America's youth since 1938.

Hey, there, Timmy!

HoIy mackerel, mister!
You scared the jeepers out of me.

How'd you Iike to take a break
from that fine lead-based paint,

and Iearn about dodgeball?

Boy, would I!

Wow!

- Where am I, mister?
- You're in a Chinese opium den, Timmy.

This is where dodgebaII
was invented in the 15th century,

by opium-addicted Chinamen.

Back then, the Chinamen threw
severed human heads at each other

instead of the ADAA-approved baIIs
we use today.

ADAA?

That's the American DodgebaII
Association of America.

DodgebaII is played with six pIayers
on each team, and six rubber baIIs.

The object of the game
is to eIiminate the opposing pIayers.

Once aII the players on one team are
eliminated, the opposing team wins.

Wow! I can't wait
to get the feIIas together and pIay.

(man) Whoa, whoa!

Hang on a second there, sport.

- Patches O'HouIihan!
- (presenter) That's right, Timmy.

Patches O'Houlihan. Seven-time ADAA
All-Star is here to take you the rest of the way.

- Jeepers. Really?
- You betcha, champ.

If you catch a baII that's thrown at you
before it hits the ground,

the player who threw that baII is out,
not you.

PIus, another player from your team
gets to come back into the game.

- It's a two-pIayer swing.
- Gee! Thanks, Patches.

I can't wait to start my own team at schooI.

Attaboy, Tiger.

But remember, dodgeball is a sport
of violence, exclusion and degradation.

So, when you're picking players in gym class,

remember to pick the bigger,
stronger kids for your team.

That way, you can all gang up
on the weaker ones, Iike Winston here.

Nice one, son.
You'll be an all-star yet.

Just remember the five Ds of dodgebaII.

Dodge, duck, dip, dive and...

dodge.

Till next time.
This is Patches O'HouIihan,

saying, "Take care of your balls
and they'll take care of you."

OK, guys. Any questions? Great.

I signed us up for the sub-regional qualifier
tomorrow at the Waldorf rec centre.

But we haven't even practised yet.

We have to qualify for the Vegas Open.
Tomorrow's regionaI's our last chance.

Everyone, just relax. I've aIways found
the best way to Iearn a sport is by playing it.

If anyone needs me,
I'II be in my office doing Mad Libs.

Thanks, Peter. Appreciate that a lot.

OK, I think everybody knows...

- Don't you have an office of your own?
- Yes, I do have an office.

A very nice office
with a view and air-conditioning.

- Rub it in.
- What I don't have in my office is a closet

of 30 years of financial transactions,
devoid of any filing system known to man.

Hard to believe I only got a semester
of junior coIIege under my belt.

Do you realise you haven't collected
any membership fees in 13 months?

I'm curious. Is it strictly apathy,
or do you really not have a goaI in life?

I found that if you have a goal,
you might not reach it.

But if you don't have one,
then you are never disappointed.

I gotta tell you, it feels phenomenaI.

I guess that makes sense, in a really sad way.

Sad? You wanna know what's sad?

Six grown men playing dodgeball.

(Steve cackIes)

Since I'm here, I'm gonna go ahead
and do some abs, go shock it up.

I like to work out aII the time
for this kind of sporting event.

Gotta be limber and Ioose.
That's the only way to pIay.

Hey, you guys take vitamins?
I take vitamins all the time...

DodgebaII, eh?

If Peter La Fleur thinks a few
red rubber balls can save his sorry gym,

he's in for quite a surprise.

- Sorry I'm late, guys.
- Hey, Pete.

- Bad morning, boss?
- They usuaIIy follow good nights, Dwight.

- Hey, Gord, your famiIy's here.
- Where?

- Right over there.
- Great(!)

She knows I don't like it
when she watches me. I get all nervous.

- Kids take after you.
- Yeah. She's their stepmother.

I remarried three years ago.
An Internet mail-order thing.

- How's that working out for you?
- Really great. Really great.

Hey, honey.

L for Iove. Good times.

L for Iove? That doesn't mean Iove...

People have different translations for things.

That's a speciaI bond that you have with
your mail-order wife. I think that's nice.

- How many teams are in this qualifier?
- Two.

If we beat this team,
we're in the Vegas Open?

- Yeah.
- That seems pretty simple.

- Who's the other team?
- I have it right here. Just a sec.

- Troop 417.
- Christ. We're playing Boy Scouts?

Not quite.

(♪ rock music)

Bollocks.

(referee) Troop 417, ready!

Average Joe's, ready!

Set! Dodgeball!

(girls scream)

I'm gonna send you to heII!

Aaagh!

- I'm really sorry. Are you all right?
- Why would you hit a girl? Why?

I am so sorry. Are you OK?

(whistle bIows)

Winner - Troop 417.

In your face.

You're adopted.
Your parents don't even love you.

And now, without further ado,
it gives me great pleasure to award...

I'm sorry.
We have a bit of a problem here.

Unfortunately for Troop 417,

during the ADAA-required
random drug screening,

one of your player's urine tested positive
for three separate types of anabolic steroids,

and a Iow-grade beaver tranquilliser.

I'm afraid, by rule,
your team must be disquaIified.

Goddamn you, Bernice! Grr!

By the power vested in me,
I decIare the winner of this year's

DodgebaII Regional Qualifying Tournament
and Grammar Jamboree to be

Average Joe's Gym.

- You lied!
- (cries gruffly)

All I'm saying to you, Kate, is that you can
admit the reaI reason why you showed up.

I was in the neighbourhood and
I thought you could use a cheering section.

Kate, if you wanna join the team,
all you have to do is ask.

Thank you, Peter. I don't.

It is obvious that you dig me.

- You're hooked on La Fleur.
- Oh, God.

I've been through this many times. I'm sorry.
You can't stay away from me. I'm so stupid.

I'II admit that, in spite of yourself, you have
brief moments where you're not compIetely...

What? I'm not completely what?

(White) Pathetic.

Hey, White. I didn't think
that Nazi camp got out until eight.

- Did you decide to skip arts and crafts?
- Yes, I did.

Hello, Kate.
I wasn't aware I was paying you to sociaIise.

- You're not. I'm off the clock.
- Isn't it "convenient" for you, and the cIock?

I dropped by to congratulate you
on your victory by disqualification

and introduce you to the team that
will win the Las Vegas Dodgeball Open.

My team.

Allow me the pleasure of introducing you to

Blade.

Laser.

Blazer.

I believe you've met
my fitness consigliere, Me'Shell.

- We met.
- Oh, and I aImost forgot our last pIayer.

Meet Fran Stalinofskivitchdavitovichski.

(♪ "Lady in Red" by Chris de Burgh)

In her home country of Romanovia,
dodgeball is the national sport.

Her nuclear power plant's team won
the championship five years running,

which makes her the deadliest woman
on earth with a dodgeball.

Ball me, BIazer.

- Show them, Fran.
- Yaagh!

That's just her change-up.

End of demo.

We are the GIobo Gym Purple Cobras

and we will, we will rock you.

Sssssss.

I think that guy might really be dead.

Wait a minute. How can you be
entered in the Las Vegas Open?

You didn't win a regional qualifying match.

Oh, my God. We never even won
a regional quaIifying match.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

The dodgebaII chancellor's
an extremely personal friend of mine.

I helped him shed some unwanted poundage
before beach season.

So close your rule book
on that one, Poindextor.

White, we didn't come here to "rumble".
We came here to ceIebrate as a team.

There's plenty of bar here
for you and the Globo-nauts.

Team?

What team?
Your best pIayer thinks he's a pirate.

Ahoy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First of all, he is way more
of a pirate than you will ever be.

Secondly, we don't know who our best player
is yet. We've onIy had one game.

- It could be any one of us at this point.
- Go ahead, make your jokes, Mr...

Jokey... Joke-maker.

But let me hit you with
some knowledge. Quit now.

Save yourself the embarrassment of losing
with these Iosers in Las Vegas, La Fleur.

Alliteration aside,
I'II take my chances in the tournament.

- Yeah, you will take your chances.
- I know. I just said that.

- I know you did.
- I'm not sure where you're going with this.

- I'm not sure where you're going with this.
- That's what I said.

- That's what I'm saying to you.
- AII right.

Touché.

We're gonna split,
but we'll see you at the tournament.

Oh, and, La Fleur, best bring your bib
cos it's gonna get messy.

(Steve) Gar!

Are you aII right? You OK?

Let's bounce. Cobras.

Gar!

OK, guys, let's just get ourseIves cIeaned up
and head on home, all right?

Hey, you.

That was the worst damn dispIay
of dodgebaII I've seen in 40 years.

You want a dodgeball victory,
you've gotta grab it by its haunches

and hump it into submission.
That's the only way.

OK, crazy guy. I'm gonna go home now.

I ain't crazy and I ain't a guy.

The name's Patches O'Houlihan.

I'm your new coach.

Patches O'Houlihan?
The guy from the dodgebaII film?

- Yeah. He said he wants to coach us.
- You said yes?

I figured the steady hand of a seasoned
dodgeball coach could onIy benefit us.

A'iight.
But he's not weird or anything, is he?

No. No, he's totaIIy normaI.

(thud)

I love the smell of queef in the morning.

I mean normal for us.

Line up, ladies.

- What does he mean, line up?
- Now!

If you're gonna Iearn to be
true dodgeballers,

then you've got to learn
the five Ds of dodgeball:

dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.

If you master the five Ds,
no amount of balls on earth can hit you.

- Queer bait, go ahead.
- Me, or...

Yeah, shouIdn't we learn by dodging balls
that are thrown at us, or...

That's what this sack of wrenches is for.

If you can dodge a wrench,
you can dodge a baII.

What?

(Justin groans)

Any other questions?

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Patches, are you sure
that this is completeIy necessary?

Necessary?

- Is it necessary for me to drink my urine?
- Probably not.

No. But I do it anyway
because it's sterile and I like the taste.

OK.

If you're leading this squad, La Fleur, you've
got to learn to do the dance in the dark.

Here, put that on.

All right, Iadies, buckIe up.

It's showtime!

(♪ bluegrass)

Dodge, duck, dip. Dive!

Dodge!

Dive!

Dip! Dive! Dodge!

I've got three weeks to whip you
suck-ass faiIure junkies into shape.

Come on! I get better runs in my shorts.

Catch a ball, one of their guys goes out.
One of our guys comes back in.

That's the way you hurt 'em.
That's the way you win.

Let's go. A little hustle here.

- Ooh!
- That's reaIIy good, Peter.

Come on! Only 19 miIes to go.

Ah-hah!

Attaboy!

Next man!

Good Iuck to you, Gordon.
Remember it's 90% mental.

Okey-dokey.

(Patches) If you can dodge traffic,
you can dodge a baII.

You got it, Gord.

Oooh! Gar!

- I'm fine. I'm OK.
- OK, there.

- Ow, man!
- Wake up, Smithy.

Hell, son. You're about as useful
as a cock-flavoured loIIipop.

Quick feet, fast hands.

Catch it and throw.

Pick up the pace! What a bunch of females!

Jesus! Gimme that.

You couldn't hit water
if you fell out of a boat.

Where's your kiIIer instinct?
You gotta get angry!

You gotta get mean!
That's the only way you can play.

I guess I'm not really an angry person.

Oh!

Are you angry now?

- (Dwight) Breathe it out.
- Come on, let's get going here!

LittIe help?

Agh!

What? Eight years of softball.

- Man, she gotta be a Iesbian.
- She is not a lesbian.

All I know is that dyke can pIay.

Come on, come on.

- PIease!
- We need you. You're reaIIy good.

Owen'll be team manager if you pIay.

- I will?
- Shut up.

Look, I find White Goodman creepy,
just Iike you do...

All the more reason for you to join us!

Come on, Kate.
Time to put your mouth where our balls are.

Sorry, I can't. I'm under contract.
It'd be a conflict of interest.

Suit yourseIf.

All right, you heard Billie-Jean King.
No crying in the breast milk.

We got plenty of work to do. Let's go.

(man on TV) We punch the pizza dough down,
and it's time to sauce it up.

Oh, boy, is my mouth watering.

You want to put a big dollop
of that tangy red on the dough,

then use the cheese to shove it to the edge.

Sir, I need you to take a look at...
Whoa!

No! What...

What...
What have I said about knocking? Hm?

- AIways knock.
- Whoa. Sorry, sir.

What is so important that you need to
interrupt me in my private reflection period?

These.

- They're getting better.
- Yes. I can see that, Me'Shell.

I'm through playing games. It's time
to end this square dance once and for all.

What about the girl? She can throw.

I'II simpIy have to woo Kate
a bit sooner than nature intended.

But rest assured, Me'Shell.

There's no resisting when
White Goodman puts on his shiny shoes.

(♪ "Apache" by the Sugarhill Gang)

♪ Tonto, jump on it,
jump on it, jump on it

♪ Apache, jump on it, jump on it

(singers uIulating)

- (Kate) Who is it?
- It's White.

- Surprise.
- White.

Uh...

What... What are you doing here?

How do you know where I live?

It's called the Freedom of Information Act.

The hippies finally got something right.
Just kiddin'. Not reaIIy.

Hey. I got some great news. Sit down.

- What is it?
- You're fired.

- I'm what?
- You're fired.

I told the bank that you were stealing
and drinking on the job. They bought it.

They signed some other
penciI pusher to my account.

Why would you do that?

I'm here to begin my courtship of you, Kate.

- You fired me so I'd date you?
- Yuh-huh.

You are a crazy little man.

I know you've been hiding
some feeIings for me.

Oh, yeah. Nausea.

If you don't leave in two seconds,
you'll know how that feels.

Ooh-hoo!

You like the freaky stuff, huh?
That's cool.

I can be naughty, too.

Real, freakin' naughty.

- You a naughty freak?
- Need help leaving?

This doesn't concern you, La FIeur.

Not nearly as much as your hair does.
That's for sure.

But, uh, I believe she asked you to leave.

I get it. You caught the scent
of a lesser stag in your nostriIs.

Pity. I'll let you have
your little moment, La Fleur,

cos after this tournament, your gym,
your life and your gal are gonna be mine.

All mine.

To be continued... Agh! Ow.

You don't get to touch me, ever.

OK, Romeo. Let me help you up.

Get off me!
Don't you touch me!

It is over between us, Kate.

Nobody makes me bleed my own blood.
Nobody!

- At least that wasn't weird.
- Yeah.

- Do I smell cookies?
- Hey!

Dear Barbara!

- I Iike unicorns.
- Wow.

I know you said no to joining the team,

but I'd Iike you to reconsider
as a personal favour to me.

- Peter...
- Before you answer,

you should know you'd have
your own changing room.

- Really?
- Sort of.

- Mmm.
- Oh, and... there's also this.

- Oh! OK, what's this?
- I overdid.

Look at you. Two expired movie passes

and a coupon for one free back rub
from Peter La Fleur.

- PIay your cards right, could be a full body.
- Will you just stop, please?

I don't want your perk package.
I don't want your back rub.

I just want to see White Goodman's face
when we win that tournament.

- You're in?
- I'm in.

Las Vegas! A city built of hot sand,
broken dreams and $5 Iobster.

A city where you can get a happy ending,
if you pay a littIe extra.

A city home to a sporting event
greater than the WorId Cup,

World Series and WorId War II combined!

Live from Las Vegas, it's the Las Vegas
InternationaI Dodgeball Open

here on ESPN8 - the "Ocho" -

bringing you the finest in seIdom-seen sports
from around the globe since 1999.

If it's almost a sport, we've got it here.

Hello, everybody, and welcome to this year's
Las Vegas International DodgebaII Open

brought to you exclusively
here on ESPN8 - the "Ocho".

We're coming to you live from
the Las Vegas University Learning Annex.

My name is Cotton McKnight

and with me, as aIways,
is my partner in crime, Pepper Brooks.

Yeah. Cotton, hey.

Everybody, 32 teams in play, that means
four wins is gonna get you in the final match,

the fifth win getting you
the 50K that everyone's chasing.

Cotton!

There's an electricity in the air,
a paIpable hue of anticipation.

Immortality - five simple victories away.

They've come from all over - Kathmandu
to Timbuktu, and all points in-between -

to compete in the one
true human test - dodgeball.

- Hey.
- Hey. What's in the box?

Guys, I figured a real dodgeball team
needs real dodgebaII uniforms.

So I threw out those old ratty ones
and designed these myself.

All right! Now we got our thing going on,
maybe we'll start smacking each other.

I hope everything fits.

- Wait.
- Nice.

This isn't right.
This isn't what I ordered.

- What's this?
- What the hell is that? This is screwed up.

- What are we supposed to do now?
- Don't worry.

- We'II play in what we've got on.
- We can't.

ADAA ruIes require we wear
matching uniforms.

I don't think they require ass-less chaps, OK?

Everybody, calm down. We've got plenty
of time to find other uniforms before we play.

Ladies, we gotta get on the court
or we're gonna forfeit the game.

Come on, Iet's go.
Let's see some movement. Chop-chop.

I don't see any movement. Let's go.

How about those dodgeball dancers, folks?

- That is some good, clean, family fun, Cot.
- Right you are.

Here comes Germany's Team BIitzkrieg.

The reigning European champ
hopes to extend their empire here.

Appeasement be damned.

Here comes
the reIatively unknown challengers,

a regional quaIifying team,
Average Joe's Gymnasium.

(cheering and appIause)

(cheering stops)

Oh, my sweet Jesus.

That's rad.

Hey, asshole, you guys suck!

Thank you. Nice to be in Vegas.

Hi. We're all here and, um,

we are ready to play.

- OK.
- OK.

We get our first glimpse of the Average Joe's
squad, sporting unwieldy uniforms.

(Pepper) I feeI Iike
I'm watching a Cher video.

- Average Joe's, ready.
- Gar!

- BIitzkrieg, ready.
- Right.

DodgebaII!

(Cotton) And we're under way! Average Joe's
versus the heavily favoured German team.

Of course, S&M gear first made
popular by the Iyric poet, Sappho,

- from the island of Lesbos.
- CIean hit. You're out.

(Pepper) Leather and Iatex beIong in
the bedroom, not on the dodgeball court.

Where's that training?
Dodge, duck, dip, dive, dodge!

Captain Peter La Fleur gets eIiminated
and coach O'Houlihan is not happy.

Gar!

This Average Joe's team
doesn't look up to snuff.

(whistle)

Midline infraction.
You went over the line, you're out.

Woo-hoo! The Average Joe's
catches a break there.

The Germans stiII dominating
this Maginot Line-like defence.

(Pepper) Good toss
by the submissive out there!

(Cotton) Just two pIayers left for Joe...
Oohh, check that. Make it one.

Looks like Average Joe's
might be heading home early.

It's all up to the only player
without a Y-chromosome, Kate Veatch.

Oh, what a throw!

Hold your phone, she's got a cannon.

Yes!

- Come on, Kate.
- You're the only man out there! Give it to 'em.

(Cotton) Germans have a two-one advantage.
Great catch. La Fleur's back in the game.

How about that? A two-on-one switcheroo.
Now Joe's has the upper hand.

- Great deflection.
- Take it to him!

- He's ball-Iess now.
- (Pepper) He doesn't have any balls, Cotton.

Winner! Average Joe's.

My sweet dick, it's magic.

Hey, all right!

Oh, my. The Germans Iosing in the first round
and Average Joe's wins in a shocking upset.

I feel shocked.

Gar!

Losers.

You must be Daddy.

Average Joe's has shocked the dodgeball
pundits and made it to tomorrow's round

where we'll separate the wheat from the chaff,
the men from the boys,

and the awkwardIy feminine
from the possibly Canadian.

Don't go anywhere, folks.
It's just getting exciting.

- What the hell!
- That guy's a dickhead.

You wanted to see me, Patches?

You did good out there, real good.
You're a natural leader, La Fleur.

Those men and that muff-diver believe in you.

- Kate's not a muff-diver.
- Ah, no.

Hey. That's for you.

- I can't accept this.
- You're a hell of a player, Peter.

You earned it.

I've got some hookers in my room.
What do you say we go ceIebrate? My treat.

No, thanks, I'II just stick
with the scarf, but thank you.

Suit yourseIf, queer.

- Sorry.
- Justin?

Amber!
Jeez Louise, what are you doing here?

- The National Cheerleading Championships.
- Oh, yeah, the NCCs. That's so awesome.

- We're in the finals tomorrow. And you?
- I'm in the dodgebaII tournament.

These are my team-mates,
Dwight, Ms Veatch and Gordon.

This is Amber.

Come on, I wanna ride the roller coaster.

- Hey, Derek. Sweet 'do, man.
- Get bent, helmet. Let's go, Amber.

- It was nice to see you. Good luck tomorrow.
- And also you. You look... heaIthy... good.

What?

Don't worry about that guy, Justin.
He's a totaI jerk.

He'll probably fall off the roller coaster
and break every bone.

- Nice, Dwight.
- I'm just saying, it happens.

My cousin Ray-Ray. Boop. Dead.

Thanks, man.

Let's huddle up here!
We've got some work to do.

We got lucky in the first round.

We caught those dirty Krauts napping,
but that won't happen again,

so blow out the horse hockey
and remember what I taught you.

Blockers in the centre, funnelling, aim low
and will someone catch a goddamned ball?

It's like watching a bunch of retards
trying to fuck a doorknob out there!

Get it together.
Let's pIay some dodgeball.

Hands in.

One, two, three, Joe's!

- Average Joe's ready?
- Yes.

- Lumberjacks, ready?
- Grr!

DodgebaII.

(Cotton) Average Joe's has a tough job,
facing the Lumberjacks.

These woodsmen probably haven't
even smelt a woman in eight months.

(Pepper) They must masturbate a lot, Cotton.

- CIean hit. You're out.
- (Cotton) In the deer gut.

- Average Joe's Iooking tough.
- Yes!

Gar!

There's a souvenir for a lucky fan.

Oooh! Timber!

Peter La Fleur naiIs him.
That's all she wrote, foIks.

Average Joe's does some clear-cutting of
their own and moves onto the quarterfinaI.

Globo Gym hoping to drop an A-bomb
on the Kamikazes.

(Pepper) I don't know how they can play
in diapers, Cotton. I never could.

Peekaboo!

White Goodman, employing
his patented peekaboo-style attack,

teIIs Suzuki Toyota Oshinawa this is my dojo.

Ooohh!

Is he gonna feel it tomorrow?
Right in his beak!

A reIentless Globo Gym attack led by
their LiIIiputian leader, White Goodman.

(Pepper) It's gotta be the hair.
It's beautifuI.

Feathered and lethal.
You just don't see it nowadays.

(Cotton) Globo Gym says,
"Do'mo arigato, Mr Roboto",

and breezes into the semifinals.

Skillz That Killz, ready?
Average Joe's, ready? Dodgeball!

(Cotton) Average Joe's planning
to playa hate Skillz That Killz,

the inner-city champs for five years straight.

Skillz might be looking past Average Joe's,
doing more dancing than dodgeballing.

(Pepper) They better check themseIves
before they wreck themseIves.

(Cotton) Right you are, partner.
Great catch. La Fleur wheels and fires.

Winner! Average Joe's!

And Average Joe's, not blinded by the
bling-bIing, advances to the semifinaI.

(Cotton) Globo Gym's making mincemeat
of the Las Vegas Police Department.

Oh! That's gotta hurt.

(Pepper) B-b-b-buII's-eye!

Winner! Globo Gym!

(Cotton) Sportsmanship be darned.
Globo Gym hands the Las Vegas Police a 187,

and they're going to the finals.

The Poughkeepsie State FIying Cougars
are all over Average Joe's today.

It just doesn't look good for 'em. The winner
of this match faces GIobo Gym in the finaIs.

Oh! Right in the testicles!

Ouch-Town. Population: you, bro.

(Cotton) Average Joe's
down to their finaI two pIayers.

La Fleur can't hoId on.
He's gotta sit down.

- Time out! Gordy!
- Time out! Time out!

Time! Time is out!

It looks like the clock is about to
strike midnight on this Cinderella story,

turning Average Joe's
into the proverbial pumpkin.

I sure do Iike pumpkins, Cotton.

You won't hit 'em. They're too good,
and you suck somethin' awful.

- Yes, sir. I do.
- Our onIy shot is for you to get angry.

- Roger that. OK.
- AII right. Hands in.

- One, two, three.
- Joe's!

(Patches) You gotta get angry.
Get angry now!

(Cotton) Gordon Pibb, alone, facing
five Cougars. It's all over but the crying.

Sayonara, auf Wiedersehen and goodbye.

(she Iaughs IoudIy)

(snarls)

(roars)

- Dodgeball!
- (Cotton) Let the dodgebaII slaughter begin.

Good deflection there.

Hang on. And another one.

Three balls at once! Who knew?

Four on one.
Pibb won't go down without a fight.

That's it!

- (Cotton) You're kidding me!
- (Pepper) He's callin' 'em out!

Now it's two on one. Who'd have thunk it?

- Go, you crazy son of a bitch! Go!
- (Cotton) He's on the warpath!

(Cotton) Incredible! It's one on one.

- I can't believe it!
- (Pepper) It's just not believable, Cotton.

(screams)

(referee) Winner!

(Cotton) Average Joe's wins!

They are going to the finaIs
to play Globo Gym for $50,000.

- (Pepper) That'll buy one heck of a blumpken.
- (Cotton) Right you are, Pep.

I never wouId have dreamed it possible.

But with seven-time ADAA All-Star
Patches O'Houlihan at the heIm,

I guess it must be the luck of the Irish.

Tomorrow we're gonna pecker-slap
those Globo Gym bastards.

Yeah!

- You really think we can beat Globo Gym?
- As long as we got Patches, we got a shot.

Oh, my God.

WeII, it's probabIy the way
he would have wanted to go.

- What?
- What are we gonna do without Patches?

We're gonna get our taints handed to us.

- What's a taint?
- I dunno. Sounds bad.

Maybe you should
go say something to the guys.

Yeah.

They don't make a "sorry your coach just got
crushed by two tons of irony" Hallmark card.

I'II be right back.

¿Dónde está la bibIioteca, Pedro?

What?

We're opening a new Globo Gym in Mexico
City. I've been boning up on my Spanish.

(flushing)

Me'Shell was having some digestive
problems. I hope you don't mind.

Will you shut that?

For all of us, baby.

So that's the deaI. I give you $100,000,
you sign over the deed to your gym.

Period.

End o'story.

You really think you can come here and buy
me out, you're a Iot dumber than I thought.

Oh, I don't think I'm a Iot dumber than you
thought I'd think that I thought I was once.

Look, Peter, I know what it's Iike.

Really. For aII our blustery back-and-forth,
we're really pretty much the same guy.

We're both leaders. And I like
what you've done with the gym over there.

I love the whole "I'm not OK, you're not OK,
but that's OK" thing you got going.

"You can be fat as Iong as
you're happy inside." It works.

And they love you. Whoo, do they Iove you.

You're their Fonzie, Pete.

"Hey." Right?

But do you really think it's fair for them to put
all that pressure on you? All the time? Hm?

Looking to you to solve their every problem?

I mean, come on.

I know you. You know you.

And I know you know that I know you.

You're heading for a faII, Pete.

Sooner or later, Average Joe's is gonna cIose.

And when it does, they're gonna bIame you.

I don't know if you've ever seen $100,000,
except maybe in the movies.

But I assure you,
something gets lost in the translation.

Money. $100,000. Dodgeball game.

Take the money.

Invest it in something.
Give it to charity, I don't care.

Just sign the contract.

Come on, guys. We got Peter.

And they got guys named Laser and Blazer
and Taser, and all kinds of asers.

Gar. Steve's gotta go drain the sea monster.

Here. Justin, your virgin daiquiri.

- Thanks, Ms Veatch.
- Nothing for me.

- Dwight says we'll get killed out there, Peter.
- Let's not taIk about tomorrow.

- What are we gonna do?
- I don't know. It's a little complicated.

- But what do you think we should do?
- Yeah. Come on, tell us.

What's the pIan?

What do you guys want from me?
I don't have a plan for you.

We're gonna play Globo Gym tomorrow
and we're probably gonna Iose.

It's the truth. The sooner you guys get that
through your head, the easier this will all be.

Jesus Christ.

He didn't mean that.

- Is he being serious?
- He's probably just stressed out.

I've never seen him like that.

Gar, matey, where are you headed? Peter...

You are not a pirate.

OK, guys. Let's get out of here
and get some rest for tomorrow, right?

(♪ "Lady in Red" by Chris de Burgh)

Dwight, uh...

I'm gonna catch up with you guys later.
I'm gonna have a bathroom... go to the drink...

in the bathroom.

Whatever you do, wash your hands.

Excuse me, miss. I was wondering if...

You are the one who stares at me.

Why is this?

Because I think you're
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Watch it, freak.

(tyres screech/car horn)

Go back to Treasure Island!

Fag!

Screw you!

Katie, bar the door.
It's time for the championship match

here on ESPN8 - the "Ocho".

We've seen it all here, foIks.
Grit, determination, incontinence.

And it's all come down to this -
a CindereIIa story.

Average Joe's Gymnasium hopes to
drive their vorpaI blade snicker-snack

into the heart of the dodgeball Jabberwocky
that is the Globo Gym Purple Cobras,

and walk away with $50,000
in stone-cold cash.

Hello, everybody, and welcome
to what you've all been waiting for.

A David-and-Goliath story
truer than the Bible itself.

The championship dodgeball match
here on ESPN8 - the "Ocho".

Peter?

Hello?

Peter?

Come on, everybody headed down...

(sighs)

So what happens on a doubIe fault?

On a doubIe fault you go to sudden-death
elimination. It's Continuation Rule 113-D.

- Whatever.
- Hey, guys, wait up.

Justin!

- I've been looking for you everywhere.
- Really? I mean, why? What's up?

Derek fell off the roIIer coaster
and broke every bone in his body.

Oh, my God, that's awful.

We were the centre Kewpie. With no
centre Kewpie we can't do our routine.

- Oh, no. I'm sorry.
- You gotta do it.

What?!

No, no, no, no, no. I... I can't.

Oh, pIease. You are the only one in Las Vegas
who knows our routine.

- The dodgeball championship's at noon.
- You'll be back in time. I promise.

(mouths)

- AII right, I'II do it.
- Yes!

- I gotta tell the guys.
- No. No time.

- I gotta tell the guys.
- No time!

Average Joe's are a 50-1 underdog here today.
No one is giving them much of a chance.

What do you think, Pep?

I spoke to White Goodman before the match

and he told me that his team
reaIIy wants to win this one.

Right. And the stage is set for
Darwin's crueIIest play to unfold.

So don't go anywhere, foIks.
The Schadenfreude is about to begin.

- I don't understand. Why would Peter leave?
- He knows we're gonna get killed.

Hey. That's not true. I don't know why Peter
Ieft, but we can do this without him.

We just have to figure it out.
Owen, you'll have to play.

- OK, yeah.
- Great. But we'll still be two players short.

We're stiII missing the teenage Iove-puppy
and Steve the Pirate.

Who's Steve the Pirate?

The only guy on our team
who dresses like a pirate.

Wait. There's a guy on our team
dressed like a pirate?

(PA) And now, Iet's hear it for the West
Davenport High School Charging Donkeys!

- Donkeys! Whoo!
- (aII shout)

Go, Donkeys!

- We did it!
- Holy cow! My God!

- Oh, it was perfect. You were perfect.
- Oh, God, I gotta go.

Wait. Aren't you gonna stay for the trophy?

I'm sorry, Amber. I got my own trophy to win.

Now I'm going.

(Cotton) Here come the PurpIe Cobras,
Ied by White Goodman. All business.

We haven't seen Average Joe's yet.
They haven't made it to the court.

It could be a psychoIogicaI ploy,
or something worse.

(Pepper) They're definiteIy not on the court,
Cotton. Their absence is noticeabIe.

(Cotton) We'll be right back
after these words from our sponsors...

Can I get a bottIe of water?

Aren't you Peter La Fleur?

- Lance Armstrong?
- Yeah, that's me. But I'm a big fan of yours.

- Really?
- Yeah, I've been watching the dodgeball.

I just can't get enough of it. I'm really pullin'
for you against those jerks from Globo Gym.

I think you better hurry up
or you're gonna be late.

- Actually, I decided to quit, Lance.
- Quit?

Once I thought of quittin', when I had brain,
lung and testicular cancer at the same time.

But with the support of my friends
I got back on the bike

and I won the Tour de France
five times in a row.

But I'm sure you have a good reason to quit.

What are you dying from
that's keepin' you from the finals?

Right now, it feels a little bit Iike... shame.

If peopIe never quit when the going got tough
they'd have nothing to regret all their lives.

Good Iuck to you, Peter. I'm sure
this decision won't haunt you forever.

Steve? Steve the Pirate? "Scurvy!"

- No. Not ringing any beIIs.
- Forget it, man.

We'll play with four people. It's not
an advantage. Can't you bend the rules?

There's nothing I can do. RuIes are rules.
You don't have enough players.

Inform the committee and Mr Goodman
about Average Joe's forfeit.

- Yes, sir.
- Better luck next year.

Excuse me.

Sorry I'm late. You won't beIieve
what just happened. Hey, guys.

You're just in time to help us forfeit.

Forfeit? Why?

WeII, I don't know what to tell you, but...

Yes, I'm being told that Average Joe's
does not have enough players

and will be forfeiting
the championship match.

It's a boId strategy, Cotton.
Let's see if it pays off for 'em.

To the tournament fIoor we go, for the sceptre
presentation from the DodgebaII Chancellor.

Ladies and gentlemen,
by the power vested in me

by our governing body, the American
DodgebaII Association of America,

and in concurrence with our sponsors,
Lumber Liquidators and Omaha Steaks,

it gives me great pleasure

to declare the winner of this year's
Las Vegas International Tournament to be...

Wait! He's here!

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.

We're ready to play, Your Honour.

Too late. Your lovable band of losers already
forfeited. The trophy and money are mine.

He's right. The team already forfeited.
There's nothing you can do.

FaciaI, La Fleur! TotaI facial! Whoo!

Actually, that's not true.

The committee can overrule the chancellor -
that's you, sir - by a two-thirds vote.

He's right. He's right. It's a byIaw.

- It's a byIaw!
- What's a byIaw?

- (Cotton) Hang on a second here, foIks.
- (all chant) Let them play!

We might just have a championship game yet.

Listen to this crowd.

UnbeIievabIe!

Pepper, it's cIear what the crowd wants, but
the committee members have the final say.

And it looks like they've come to a decision.

Joe's needs two "yes" votes to play.

- There's a thumbs-up. Good news for Joe's.
- Oh, please.

- Let's see how our second judge votes.
- Thank you.

Oh, tough sledding there. It's all even. Their
fate hangs on the thumb of our final judge.

Thumbs up! Average Joe's can play!

That is pure poppycock!
You're gonna Iet them do that?

- Thank you, Chuck Norris.
- Thank you, Peter.

All right, captains. Shake hands,
and let's have a clean match.

Good Iuck, White.

Cram it up your cramhole, La Fleur.

Prepare to be humiliated on cable television.

Whatever.

- Nice of you to show up.
- Yeah, I thought so too.

What? I got a pIan.

Let's pIay smart. Wait for two-on-ones. Cover
closely for your pick-ups. What's our motto?

- "Aim low".
- That's right.

All I'm asking is that
you give it your best for Patches.

I say we go out there, let it all hang loose,
try to have some fun.

I mean, it's only dodgeball, right?

- Put 'em in. One, two, three.
- (all) Joe's!

Globo Gym, ready?

Average Joe's, ready?

DodgebaII!

(Cotton) Championship match is under way.
Average Joe's versus the GIobo Gym Goliath.

Quick elimination there for Kate Veatch.

White Goodman's hit,
but that baII's up for grabs. And...

- It's caught!
- That's a catch.

- You're out, La Fleur.
- (Cotton) Peter La Fleur has gotta sit down.

And Joe's has lost
their two best players early.

Dwight Baumgarten still pIaying hard.

Hits Me'SheII Jones right on the dome!

You're mine next time.

Oh! Right in the tokus!
2-1, ese, and Globo Gym is dominating.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You're out!
- (Cotton) I don't know what that was,

but it leaves Joe's on the wrong side
of a 4-2 advantage.

Joe's gets an elimination. It's two on three.

Get out!

Gordo! Lose your temper! Get mad!

White Goodman with a catch! Gordon Pibb
goes out, Me'Shell Jones comes back in.

You're out, four-eyes.

WeII, it's all up to Average Joe's youngest
member. He's gotta make a pIay here, Pepper.

Word, Cotton.

Four Cobras and one Joe. Even a rabid
mongoose wouIdn't have a chance now.

- Nice dodge.
- Stay alive! Stay alive!

They're just toying with the young man now.

(Pepper) He's gotta avoid getting hit.
That's the key.

Justin, Iet's go!

What a great catch!

And another!
Peter La Fleur comes back into the game.

Just like that, a three-player swing.
Joe's isn't done yet.

Justin!

I love you!

I love you t...

Joanie loves Chachi!

Two pIayers left on each side.
What a match. What a sport.

Throw out the rule book, foIks,
it's down and dirty now. Street dodgeball.

Look out! La Fleur goes down -
he's a sitting duck!

How about that, folks? Kate Veatch takes the
bullet for Peter La Fleur. Now that's sacrifice.

As touching a moment as we've seen
on the dodgebaII court all tournament.

Hey!

A blatant cheap shot from White Goodman.

- That's court misconduct! That's a warning!
- Oh, come on! Gimme a break!

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Jesus. Are you sure?
- Yeah. I'm all right.

- It was an accident. I thought she was in pIay.
- Not a chance.

We're sweating like greased monkeys.
I can't hold on to a baII.

Sorry, miss, but you're out.
You gotta get off the court.

Watch him, man.

- Hey, Peter.
- Yeah?

Kick his ass.

- (Cotton) Here's the restart.
- PIayers, to your positions.

Looks like it's gonna be a two-on-one,
a 'ménage à trois of pain.

Usually you pay doubIe
for that kind of action, Cotton.

You're pIaying ready dodgeball.
Balls are at your feet.

Ready? Dodgeball!

It's a cat-and-mouse game, folks.
Peter La Fleur has gotta wait for his shot.

He gets the elimination!

Oh, my! GIobo Gym wins!
A Cinderella story cast asunder!

Average Joe's has come all this way
for nothing. Absolutely nothing.

(Pepper) They're not gonna
get anything, Cotton.

No eIimination! Double fault!
You stepped over the line on the throw.

What?! You gotta be out of your mind!
That is the worst call I've ever seen!

I'm out here busting my butt and you come in
with a bush-league caII Iike that? BuIIcrap!

ADAA Continuation Rule 113-D, sir.
Sudden death!

All right! Bring it!

(Cotton) I don't believe it, folks.
Sudden death.

WeII, Iet me tell you,

a double-fault final-play elimination hasn't
occurred since the Helsinki episode of 1919,

and I think we all remember
how that turned out.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the greatest
happening in sport. Sudden-death dodgeball.

Pepper needs new shorts!

White, Peter, this is sudden death.

Only striking an opposing player eliminates
him. Catching the ball does nothing.

Both feet must remain
in the triangle at all times.

You may throw any time after my call.
Understood?

OK. Let's have a clean match.
Good Iuck, gentlemen.

This is it, La Loser.

You ready for the - whoo! - hurricane?

Just don't go cryin' to mama when
I spank you in front of all these peopIe.

You don't go crying to your daddy
after I wipe it up with your face.

- Oh, White?
- Yeah?

- You look awful fat in those pants.
- (referee) Players, to your positions.

(Cotton) This is about gamesmanship.
Throw early and you're defenceless.

Throw late and you're eliminated.
Dilemma, thy name is dodgeball.

This sport doesn't buiId character,
it reveals it.

Effin' A, Cotton. Effin' A!

Come on, taIk to me.

Listen up, crotch stain.

Remember your training
and trust your instincts.

You can do it. I believe in you.

Bye-bye.

Right.

(referee) Players, turn and step in.

What the hell's he doing?

I don't know.

Get a Ioad of this guy.

In 23 years of broadcasting
I thought I'd seen it all, folks.

But it Iooks Iike Peter La FIeur
has actually bIindfolded himself.

He wiII not be able to see very well, Cotton.

Ready?

DodgebaII!

(all gasp)

Whoo-hooey!

Goodbye, Peter.

I always knew you were weak.

Air Goodman, comin' at ya!

No-o-o!

(Cotton) Down goes Goodman!
Down goes Goodman!

Winner! Average Joe's!

- (Cotton) Do you believe in unlikelihoods?
- Wow!

Average Joe's shocking the dodgebaII world

and upsetting Globo Gym
in the championship match.

UnbeIievabIe!

I have been to the Great Wall of China.
I have seen the Pyramids of Egypt.

I've even witnessed a grown man
satisfy a camel.

But never in all my years as a sportscaster

have I witnessed something as improbable,
as impossible, as what we've witnessed here.

The little team that could, Average Joe's
Gymnasium, underdogs throughout,

stand before us, agIow,
as true dodgeball champions.

On behalf of the American Dodgeball
Association of America,

it is my honour to present to you
this cheque for $50,000.

(cheering and shouting)

What are you so happy about, La FIeur?
None of this matters.

You signed your gym over to me last night,
remember? You lost, I won.

Suck faiIure, freaks.

Peter, is that true?

Yeah, it's true.

It's true I sold Average Joe's to White.

It's true that every man has his price.

And it's also true that money won
is a Iot sweeter than money earned.

- Now he's a philosophiser.
- Excuse us. Step aside, please.

Your winnings, Mr La Fleur.
CongratuIations.

- Right on time. I appreciate it. Thank you.
- What is that? W-what winnings?

Gosh, I totaIIy forgot to teII you. I took the
$100,000 bribe that you gave me last night,

and I put it on us to win.
We were going off at 50-1.

Anyone? Top of your head?
What's 50 times $100,000?

$50,000?

$5 million. Peter, are you kidding me?

Surprise.

Stick it in your ear, La Fleur. I wouldn't sell
you your gym back for all King Midas's siIver.

The gym is mine. So you can take your band
of yellow-beIIied losers and crawl out of here.

You're right. I can't make you
seII Average Joe's to me.

So I guess I'II just take your advice
and invest in something.

- Say the controIIing stake of GIobo Gym.
- That's preposterous. I'd never allow it.

Globo Gym is a pubIicly traded company.
There's nothing you can do about it.

So I would control GIobo Gym
and everything that Globo Gym owns,

which, as of last night, is Average Joe's Gym.

I'm your new boss, White.

You can't be my boss! Nobody can!
I'm my own boss! I created myseIf!

- You're fired, pal.
- You can't do anything to me!

You're going down, La FIeur,
like a sweet muffin.

- Another time, another time.
- You suck, La Fleur!

Give me that.

Man, the blindfold was crazy.

Hey.

(normal accent) Peter.

Look. It's Steve the Pirate.

Wow.

I just wanted to teII you
that I thought about what you said, and...

I guess you're right.

I'm not really a pirate.

I don't know, Steve.

If you're not a pirate,

who the hell am I gonna spIit
all that buried treasure with?

Gar!

(pirate accent) Peter...

Gar, Steve.

Ha haar!

We missed you!

Hey, you.

- Joyce?
- Kate.

- I thought you were in Guam.
- I caught an early flight. I wouIdn't miss this.

You are amazing.

- I toId you she was a lesbian.
- Wow. Good call.

Hey. I'm not a lesbian.

You're not?

No.

I'm bisexuaI.

Oh! Snap!

All right, everybody. SmiIe big.

Hi. I'm Peter La Fleur,
owner and operator of Average Joe's Gym.

I'm here to tell you
you're perfect just the way you are.

But if you feeI Iike losin' a few pounds, gettin'
healthier, and makin' friends in the process,

Joe's is the place for you.

Don't forget that youth dodgeball classes
are forming right now.

So come on down and learn a great game the
way it's supposed to be played. Right, kids?

(all) Right!

(mimics chiIdren's laughter)

Spare me.

I won that tournament.

Fucking Chuck Norris.

(♪ "Different Drum"
by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes)

(♪ "StiII in Me" by the Bleacher Heroes)

Yeah. I hope you're aII happy now.

Good guy wins, bad guy loses.

Big friggin' surprise.

I love happy endings.

You know, that's the problem
with the American cinema.

Can't handle any complexity in it, you know?

"Don't make me think,
I just wanna be entertained."

All right, fine.

You want a Iittle somethin'-somethin'
for the ride home?

Check these boots out for size.

(♪ "MiIkshake" by KeIis)

♪ My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

♪ And they're like, "It's better than yours"

♪ Damn right, it's better than yours

♪ I could teach you, but I'd have to charge

♪ What the boys go crazy for

♪ They lose their minds

♪ My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

♪ Damn right, it's better than yours

♪ I could teach you, but I'd have to charge