Peter La Fleur : You really think you can come in here and buy me out, White, you're a lot dumber than I thought. Amber : Justin! I love you! Justin : I love you t White Goodman : I know you.
You know you. And I know you know that I know you. Peter La Fleur : You need some help leaving White? White Goodman : This doesn't concern you, Lafleur. Peter La Fleur : Not nearly as much as your hair does, that's for sure, but uh, I believe she asked you to leave. White Goodman : I get it, you caught the scent of a lesser stag in your nostrils.
I'll let you have your little moment, LaFleur, 'cause after this tournament, your gym, your life - and your gal - are gonna be mine. To be continued. Kate Veatch : [Judo-grabs White Goodman and slams his face into the wall, leaving a streak of makeup] You don't get to touch me, ever! Peter La Fleur : Okay, Romeo, let me help you up.
White Goodman : Get off of me, don't you touch me! It is over between us, Kate. Nobody makes me bleed my own blood - nobody! White Goodman : Go ahead, make your jokes, Mr. But let me hit you with some knowledge. Quit now. Save yourself the embarrassment of losing with these losers in Las Vegas, La Fleur. Peter La Fleur : Alliteration aside, I'll take my chances in the tournament.
White Goodman : Yeah, you will take your chances. Peter La Fleur : I know. I just said that. White Goodman : I know you just said that. Peter La Fleur : Okay, I'm not sure where you're going with this. Peter La Fleur : That's what I said.
