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get married,
and that's our destiny.
And now I'm mortified.
I'm gonna walk down this hill
and help Kent.
Wa-wa-wa-wait wait.
Shannon, please stay.
Why? Afraid of the dark?
Afraid of monsters?
I just don't like being alone.
All right, come on, kids.
Bart, Bart!
Here. It's my favorite.
Sweet.
And I wanna be a singer
just like her someday.
Thank you so much.
My parents are here pick me up.
Bye!
Last stop. This is you.
It was good to meet you, Bart.
Am I gonna see you on Sunday?
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey.
Momma? Momma...
Where's Momma?
She's gone.
Gone where?
She ran off.
She ain't coming back.
Just you and me now.
When will she be back?
I told you, she run off.
She don't want me no more,
and she don't want you neither.
What did you do?
Are you bowing up on me, boy?
You hurt her, didn't you?!
Hey!
You hurt her like you hurt me!
Hey!
Nothing! That's what I did!
Nothing!
She didn't leave 'cause of me.
I'm sorry, Mom!
What did I do?!
Take me, Mom, please!
Stop!
So did you ever see her again?
Uh, she'd call now and then.
I tried to live with her once,
but she was in another bad
relationship.
Worse, actually.
Um, my dad drove up and threw
the guy off a staircase
onto the hood of his car
and threatened to kill him
if he ever hurt her again
and then grabbed me
and took me home.
It's kind of ironic.
Um, that was about it.
So what did you do?
I tried to get good at the only
thing my dad really cared about.
Hey, there.
Hey there, darlin'.
That's so corny.
You're making
everyone in the stadium
feel real uncomfortable.
Dude, seriously,
Kent, shut up.
Shut up!
I like it.
Millard!
Get over here, now.
I love you.
I know.
Unbelievable.
Break!
Break!
Hey. Just give me a second.
It's sour.
Jeez.
It's a month past its date.
I'll make Pop-Tarts, then.
Just a few things I ask you
to do around here, Bart,
a few things.
at practice today.
Almost scored.
How many of them did it take?
What?
To get you down on the ground.
How many'd it take?
Just one. It's just practice.
One?
Nobody could never
bring me down.
It's the way I live my life.
Life hits me, I hit back harder.
I don't go down.
Not then, not now, not never.
You understand?
Break!
I don't go down.
You go down too easy.
That's your problem.
What'd they say?
They said you can't play.
For how long?
Ever.
Well, that's disappointing.
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
Whoa! Hey.
Sorry.
Where are you driving?
I should've drove.
This is stupid.
Graduating high school
is not stupid.
You just have to pick a new
elective to replace football.
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