CATHERINE, flushed with revolt: You wanna dance, Rodolfo? EDDIE freezes RODOLFO, in deference to Eddie: No, I-I'm tired. (...) CATHERINE: Ah, come on. (...) She has taken his hand and he stiffly rises, feeling EDDIE's eyes on his back, and they dance.
EDDIE: (...) You ever do any boxing? (...) RODOLFO: No EDDIE: Well, come on, I'll teach you. (...) RODOLFO: I don't want to hit you Eddie. (...) EDDIE: (...) Now I'm gonna hit you, so block me, see?
EDDIE: (..) Now watch out here I come, Danish! He feints with his left hand and land with his right. It mildly staggers Rodolfo. Marco rises. CATHERINE rushing to Rodolfo: Eddie! EDDIE: Why? I didn't hurt him. Did I hurt you kid?
MARCO: Can you lift this chair? (..) From here. (...) EDDIE: Sure, why not? - He comes to the chair kneels, grasps the leg, raises it one inch, but it leans over to the floor. EDDIE: Gee that's hard. - He tries again, and again fails. MARCO: Here- He kneels, grasps, and with strain slowly rises the chair higher and higher, getting to his feet now.