Jake LaMotta, boxer

Bull In A Car Backseat

I remember clearly that the first time I got laid there were five of us in this car and it was snowing and we were driving around in the Bronx, not doing anything, just driving. It was night. There was this guy driving — I've forgotten his name — and there was this dame in the middle of the front seat, and me, and Pete was in the back with this other broad. Pete was trying to make out and he seemed to be going along pretty good, and I was trying a little of it with the doll in the front seat, but with her it was strictly no, no, no, I'm a virgin, so I gave up. What the hell was I gonna do, rape her? Like I said, I didn't know how to go about it, and suddenly I looked in the back seat — we'd stopped at a traffic light — and I'll be a son of a bitch, Pete had it made. He was going at it hot and heavy. After he finished he looked up and saw me, and my mouth must have been so wide open you could have put a punching bag in there. And he sat up, fixing his clothes, and motioned to ask if I wanted to come in back. And the doll was fixing her pants and muttering, "Oh, Pete, how could you do a thing like that? I'm not that sort of girl at all. I didn't know you were going to do anything like that." And when we stopped for another traffic light Pete slipped out of the back seat and around to the front and I went to the back seat. I put my arm out for her and she gave me the same business the one in the front seat had — no, no, no — after I'd just watched her getting laid. Enough is enough! I got her in a lock where she could barely move and I shoved my hat in her face so she couldn't talk and pushed her down and got on her. Not what you'd call a real big romantic deal, but most women only got one thing going for them anyway, so why screw around? (late 1930s)

from Raging Bull: My Story, by Jake LaMotta with Joseph Carter and Peter Savage (Prentice-Hall, 1976)