Above the Rim

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I need some competition out here.

Come on!

Am I that good, or you that bad?

Check me.

Do something.

Foul me. Come on.

It's rough being this good.

Come on. Come on.

Great point!

I am so good,

or maybe you so bad,

I just don't know

what the difference is.

Come on.

Yeah.

Get off me.

Get off me.

You want this?

Get off of me!

You a chump.

- F*** you, man.

- F*** me?

Do that now.

F*** that.

Yes.

F*** that bullshit.

Jump.

No-jumping motherf***er.

You can't jump.

I'm waiting.

Nutso!

I couldn't help but notice your pain.

- My pain?

- It runs deep.

Share it with me.

Welcome to my house, Montrose.

What's up?

You can't look at me?

When I come to your place,

will you introduce me to your girl?

Fight them Tigers, tried to dis

We all know your team ain't sh...

Our team is better

than your team

Our team is better

than your team

Our team is better

'cause we sing together

Our team is better than

Our team is better

than your team

Let's make it happen, n*ggers.

Our team is better

'cause we sing together

Our team is better than

- You crazy.

- All right, back the f*** up!

Back the f*** up!

Back the f*** up!

Come on.

Let's just play the game.

Call out the picks.

That was your man.

Kyle!

Go there! Go through!

Go through over there, man.

What's up, Mr. North Carolina?

What's up, baby?

Call time! Time!

Time-out! Time-out!

Hustle up. Hustle up.

Settle down.

Work the clock.

If Montrose gets you blocked up,

gets you stopped,

you give it up real quick.

Okay, guys? Let's do it.

Defense on 3.

Defense on 3.

1... 2... 3... Defense!

Kyle.

Use your team.

I got it handled, coach, all right?

Show it to me, then.

Let's go.

Come on!

One!

One, one, one!

Yeah, boy.

You about to get another facial, chump.

Pass the ball!

Use the team!

Jump!

Jump!

He fouled me on my wrist.

How could you miss that?

There it is. There it is.

Your boy ain't sh*t.

Loco, do-dirty,

go get the ride right now.

Stupid! Listen to me!

Go get the f***ing ride.

Hurry up!

Got money to stand on.

What the f***'s with you here...

Did you hear what I said?

You still here?

Get the f*** out of here!

He's worried about losing

his spot on the team.

I'm telling you,

Kyle got mad game.

He's been hustling

since back in the day.

You got to use him, G.

What are you doing?

You telling me

how to run my business?

No. I'm just saying...

Shut up, n*gger.

You stupid.

Let's go.

We got money to stand on.

Yo, bring him by the club later,

all right?

- Word?

- Yeah.

All right, cool.

- Mr. Redd.

- Kyle.

Can you believe that last call?

You know it's against NCAA rules

for me to speak with you

without clearing it with your coach.

I won't tell if you won't tell.

It doesn't work that way, son.

Good night.

- Kyle, in the locker room.

- I'm coming.

Now.

- Game's over. Miss!

- What do you think you're doing?

- My job.

- Is that right?

- Hey, what's up, man?

- Damn.

Hey, Monroe...

this man just made me miss Kyle.

Shep is kind of new around here.

Like wet behind the ears.

Don't worry.

I'll straighten him out.

Could you give him

this note for me?

Why don't you wait around?

I'm supposed to be

on my shift right now.

Thank you. Good night.

That is, if I'm allowed to leave now.

Man, sure got a way with women.

Wet behind the ears?

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't think it's funny.

Get some sleep.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Good night, David.

You got nothing to be ashamed of.

Games like this happen.

What happened is Baby Jordan

fronted on the whole team.

Come on, guys.

Lighten up.

Did you get your sh*t off

for the Georgetown scout?

How'd it feel when Montrose

made you his b*tch?

F*** you, you muscle-bound scrub.

I'm standing right here.

I ain't goin' nowhere!

That's enough of that.

We'll get another shot at them

in a couple of weeks.

Go on home.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

- I want to see you at 7:30.

- 7:
30?

Sharp.

You're going to get your ghost hurt.

The game wouldn't be close

if it wasn't for me, so f*** Starnes.

If it wasn't for that bullshit ref,

he'd be kissing my ass.

Know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

You want to get something to eat?

I've been watching that math teacher,

and math ain't all she knows.

You can believe that.

You seen my mother tonight?

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

She told me to give you this.

Oh, Bobby, Kyle, this is

my new partner Tom Sheppard.

What's up?

Damn!

Hey, man, she tried to catch you.

It's all right.

All right.

Sh*t.

Mra! Caramba! se!

- Want to get something to eat?

- Sure.

Oh, I see how you're living.

N*gger get a little bit

of inches on him,

start dunking on kids,

and forget about brothers.

Hollywood n*gger.

What's up, baby?

Come give me some love.

- Stop trying to front me.

- What's up, bro?

How are you doing, superstar?

- When did you get out?

- A week, man.

They ain't built no jails

that could hold me.

I'm sorry. Bob, this Bug.

Bug, this is Bob.

How are you doing?

A little respect.

Me and Bug played juniors together.

Just check out my sh*t, please.

500 sit-ups a day.

N*ggers was paying me

to wash their drawers on my stomach.

Yo, wait.

Check this. Boom!

That's without baby oil.

So you know my sh*t is deep.

- You been working on your game?

- Oh, yeah.

I got to do something

to keep my head straight.

I'm dunking all over n*ggers.

Like, get off of me!

- What are you doing here?

- I'm waiting on you.

- Guess who I'm rolling with.

- Who?

Birdie. Me.

The kid was at the game.

- He wants to meet you.

- For what?

It's a surprise.

Get your sh*t.

Bobby, I'm going to

check you tomorrow.

Cool out.

Close your mouth.

Come on.

Act like you never seen a ass before.

What's up, man?

Is that you, or what?

Well, then pass it if it ain't.

Let's boogie some.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, what's up, Birdie?

This is my man Kyle Lee Watson.

Kyle Lee Watson, my man Birdie.

Superstar of Monarch, huh?

Kyle Lee Watson?

What kind of country ass name is that?

Sounds like a motherf***er

with a big 1967 afro out to here.

Were you in The Mod Squad?

No, for real. You tore

sh*t up out there tonight, man.

I'm glad somebody see it that way,

'cause my coach was all over my case.

Yeah?

You sure look like the man to me.

See that? I like that.

He's straight out the gut.

It's like none of

this sh*t impresses him.

I like that, homeboy.

Let me show you around the club.

Oh, really?

How many brothers

and sisters you got?

Just me and my mom.

Being alone makes you strong.

You and me a lot alike that way.

He with me, homeboy.

It's cool.

You're going to like it up here.

Damn, I'd like to

get me some of that.

Call her over here.

- Yeah, right.

- Go ahead.

All right, all right.

Y'all gonna get

my club closed down.

Let's get a drink.

Got plenty of time for that later.

All right, take it easy on him, baby.

It's his first time.

What do you want to drink?

Give him some orange juice.

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