Above the Rim Page #2

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with you later?

Let me introduce you to somebody.

Friend of mine.

I know Kyle Watson.

You got a nice game.

Thanks.

You really snuck up on us,

growin' 4 inches over the summer.

Kids like this keep me on my toes.

Think you got everybody figured,

and then... like that, they change.

You're still unsigned, right?

Waiting on Georgetown?

How did you know that?

It's my business.

I know a lot of schools that would

like a nice point guard like you.

Well, I guess you got

the shoot-out now

locked up with Kyle, huh?

What are you, about an 11?

111/2.

See you around.

- I'll catch you, B.

- All right, man.

What's up, man?

You running with me or what?

Hey, look, Birdie, I'd like to,

but my coach already

asked me to run with him.

Come on.

Not the same coach

that was tripping

on your game, right?

There's more to life to getting a shot

than just hitting that jumper,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I know you want the finer things in life.

I can get them for you.

All you got to decide

is how bad you want it.

I wouldn't ask you to play for me

unless it was good

for the both of us.

The both of us.

Just think about it, all right?

What's this for?

Just a little incentive.

Birdie, I can't take

your money, man.

Come on, man.

You're embarrassing me.

You're a guest.

Everything in here costs.

Everything.

Look at her.

She wants you, man.

Go ask her for a dance.

Ask her for more than that.

Tell her I sent you.

Yeah, all right, Birdie.

Thanks, man.

All right.

Send me a bottle of champagne

over to my table.

Watch out, girl.

What's up?

Kyle Watson at point?

I got too much money

on this game to be f***ing around.

Come on.

Get off me.

Get off me!

Yeah, remember that one?

Get off me!

What you got there, huh?

Over here... over there!

Get off of me!

Come on, come on.

Get your hands off me.

Get off of me.

Come get this.

Come on.

Game.

Excuse me.

Think you can kiss me

anytime you feel like it?

Anytime.

Is there a problem?

- You better sit down.

- And if I don't?

Okay, all right.

All right!

How was the game last night?

- Is this all the mail there was?

- Yes.

Kyle, you cannot make yourself crazy

waiting for a recruitment letter.

Do you understand?

Phil Redd wouldn't talk to me last night.

I housed Montrose.

He's going to North Carolina.

- Where am I going?

- To college.

- Not if I don't get recruited.

- Even if you don't.

To where, City College?

They don't have a team.

Your future does not

depend on basketball.

See, that is the problem.

You don't think I'm good enough.

- I know you are. It's just that...

- It's just that nothing!

I don't care if you don't believe in me

or don't come to my games.

I was working.

That's why I missed your game.

That's why I want this scholarship,

so you won't have to work so hard.

Who is it?

It's Bugaloo. What's up?

Is that the friend you were out with

till 1:
00 in the morning?

I don't care if you're an All-American.

Don't miss your curfew again.

Hey, what's up, baby?

How are you doing?

Ready to hit that blacktop, kid?

I'm not going to tolerate this.

What's up, Miss Watson?

How you doing?

Remember me?

Trust me, Mom.

I'll see you at Wilson's after practice.

I thought moms was about

to beat your ass.

Moms wasn't going to do sh*t.

You still getting spankings.

You a grown man.

I got to take a leak.

What the f*** is wrong

with your plumbing?

- I had to get up out of there.

- Word.

Damn, G, I didn't know

you was uncircumcised.

Your dick like an anteater.

But it's so big.

You been lifting weights

with your dang-dang?

That big old dick.

I've been lifting your moms with my dick.

Now shut the f*** up, man.

F*** you, man.

Kyle, think your

moms remember me?

No disrespect, Kyle,

but your moms got a fat ass.

It's a pow!

How do you expect me to piss

when you're talking

about my moms, man?

Shut up.

Talk about your father, then.

Oh, sh*t.

Talking about d*cks too much.

Been locked up in jail too long, n*gger.

Oh, yeah. There you go.

Yo, Kyle.

Kyle, look up, n*gger.

Someone's coming.

Hey, yo, put that sh*t away, man!

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

Come on!

Keep up!

I'm coming!

Come on, Bug.

Come on, n*gger.

Let me get some oxygen!

Damn!

You didn't say that

when Big-Dick Bubba

was chasing you around the cell.

Come on, sweetie.

For the money!

There we go.

When I finish with you,

your moms ain't gonna be

dunking on you no more.

F*** you, man.

Birdie gets you mad pumped.

You ain't no slouch yourself, Bug.

Word?

So you really think I got game?

Definitely.

See that there, baby?

So I could play college ball, too?

Somebody's got to sit the bench

while I'm lighting sh*t up.

Why you trying to play me?

You know I'll get some P.T.

Up in that motherf***er.

Yo, Kyle, check out

my Sports Illustrated pose

after me and you win

the championship, sweetie.

Get off of me!

Oh, sh*t!

Would you look

at this motherf***er here?

He like Daffy Duck

with his beak shot off.

Man, that's just Flip.

He's only looking for cigarette butts.

You know, he be

walking around going...

sharing with

everybody else's cigarettes.

- Yo, Flip, we got work to do here.

- Yo, man.

Which one of y'all

want a piece of me?

Come on, Flip, man.

Why don't you just give it up?

Not till you play me.

Kyle, my man can dribble,

But can he wash his stanky ass?

I don't think he can

find his stanky ass.

You're real tough hanging

with that cat-dick motherf***er.

If you had balls, you'd play me

for some real live boonks.

Ain't that some sh*t

our grandfathers played for?

Why don't you take your ass

back on the bench

before we tie you up

and brush your teeth?

You're a p*ssy without the hair.

Boy, I'll kiss you in your hot mouth.

Yo, man, me and Flip

gonna play in private.

All right.

Bet.

First basket wins.

Loser get crazy hard Spalding

written-on-your-ass boonks.

It don't make

no difference to me, man.

- Is it a bet?

- Don't make no diff...

Take the ball out.

Got attitude, don't you?

I'll go over the top

on your punk ass.

They used to call me Gus, boy.

You don't know nothing about me, man.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Call me Mr. P*ssy.

Call me Mr. P*ssy, old-timer.

Get off!

Get off him!

Come on, old school.

What you got?

What you got?

You're playing one-on-bum, G.

This is going down in history.

Come on!

Come back here, boy!

Come back here!

Come back here!

Come back here.

Go stop some traffic

with them yellow eyes.

F*** you, man.

F*** you!

Come with me.

Come on.

Show time, b*tch.

Show time.

We didn't wait for you, baby.

Get up there.

I know you like that position.

I slipped.

Yeah, yeah.

I slipped, you little punk.

Now I'm Vinnie Johnson on your ass.

Old school, I'll show you.

Come on!

Get on!

Get off me!

Yo, Flip,

what's up, man?

A deal's a deal.

What's up with the boonks?

What you walking up on me

like John Gotti?

You don't want none of this.

You don't want none of this here!

I know you ain't gonna let that n*gger

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