All You Got Page #3

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That's the good news.

The bad news is I only had

one senior last year.

And I can only carry ten.

Some of y'all ain't

gonna be here in six weeks.

Do the math.

Tryouts start right now.

(blowing whistle)

Let's go, move it!

MAN:

That's it. Good work.

COACH:

Hit those cones!

Hit those cones!

Tryout starts right now!

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COACH:

This is not a game!

GIRL:

Coach, me, too?

Yes, you, too!

I want everybody doing push-ups!

How many?

I want

everybody down.

Down!

Down?

Down is down.

The ground.

I want everybody down,

down, down.

(girls whimpering)

When I say up, I want

you up. Down.

(girls chuckle)

You want laps or you want this?

(scattered):

Laps.

All right. I want

a hundred laps.

Give me a hundred laps.

Give me a hundred laps.

Are you kidding me?

(whistle blows)

Huddle up! Huddle up!

Are we done yet?

Are we done yet?

You guys are tired?

You guys are tired?

You want to quit?

ALL:

No.

You guys tired?

ALL:

No!

You want to quit?

No.

Well, I'm tired.

Coach, you take it over.

I'm going to go in.

What?

Letters, letters again.

Let's go.

Smells like the Metro

in Paris in here.

That a good thing?

Girl, haven't you been anywhere?

Yo, let the Madonnas go first.

You know, since, you guys

have a bus to catch and all.

Thank you.

BECCA:

Man, there's not

any hot water.

This place is

so prehistoric.

At least there's soap.

It's pee-pee!

Ugh!

Oh, my God. That is

so disgusting.

(mimicking):

Oh, my God. Like I totally got

like piss all over my hands.

Like, oh, my God.

Don't worry, mama. People's

urine is sanitary.

You want some?

You want some of this?

You know what?

What is up with you?

If our school hadn't

burned down,

we wouldn't be

in this dump.

I can't believe

they would even come up

with something like that.

That's disgusting.

Like who would ever...?

Ugh! Please don't do that again.

That was just wrong.

What is her problem?

I don't know. She's

got an attitude.

We'll adjust it.

Don't worry about it.

God, is Gabby ever

in a good mood?

Cut her some slack.

Her father just died.

He did?

Yeah, he died in the fire

saving your school.

Oh, my God.

Poor girl.

Oh, do you mind?

Come on Gabby, let's walk.

It'll make you feel better.

Come on.

LAUREN:

Hey, Gabby!

Gabby!

Look, we all just wanted

to say

how sorry we are about what

happened to your dad.

All of us.

Sorry about your dad, Gabby.

Whatever.

Yeah, the fire was just awful.

I mean, we all lost something.

I lost my Papi.

And you lost what?

Your cappuccino machines

and your personal trainer?

Screw you.

Let's go.

WOMAN:

All right, ladies, now we're

gonna move on to the part

I know you dread,

but we have to learn it.

It's not difficult.

It's Taylor's Theorem.

We all know what

you can do, Lettie.

Why don't we hear from

some of our new students?

I've seen you ladies

on the court.

Let's apply some of that

aggressiveness here.

Kaitlan, would you like

to give it a try?

No, thanks.

All right. Who wants

to come to the board?

Lauren.

Oh, I actually

haven't finished

writing it down, yet.

My, my, we're

all so shy.

Becca.

Um, can you come back to me

a little bit later, please?

All right, Lettie.

Show 'em what you can do.

Ladies, you might want

to take some notes

'cause you actually might

learn something today.

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COACH:

Come on, move.

Come on, move it.

BOY:

Wow, I think I'm in love.

Who's that big girl?

I hear she's the best middle

blocker in all of California.

Home chicken. Man, that's

my favorite position.

That's my boy. That's my boy.

Watch your mouth.

We're still in school.

COACH:

Quick, quick, quick feet.

Let's go!

Hit those cones.

The blonde one's

not too bad.

She's a pretty good

volleyball player.

Wait, what about Gabby?

Oh, that's right.

I'm practically married

to Gabby, okay.

I'm looking.

I can look.

Gabby dumped me

again, anyway.

Whew, I'm sick

of this.

Come on.

COACH:

I thought you guys wanted

to play volleyball?

Music. You feel it? Music.

Hmm, this is our new song.

This is our new song.

Um, drumrolls.

Drumrolls,

come on.

We need this song.

We need this song.

ALL:

Ladies, practice was over

a half an hour ago.

Like you said, Coach,

"conditioning is

the key to winning."

I said that?

Yeah.

Then I was right.

Good work.

Thank you.

That workout was hot.

Ooh, hot dogs.

Organic hot dogs.

Did you see the look

on Coach Harlan's face?

Yeah.

We are so in.

Hey, Monster. Give the

little flower a flyer.

Ladies, hello.

We're Dos Santos.

Check our band out.

It's tight.

What's up?

I'm the drummer.

Carlos, lead guitarist.

I'll open you doors

to the unknown.

Baby, you could call me

Monster, by the way I play.

Are you boys even allowed on

this side of the fence?

Not boys,mamacita.

We're men.

BOY:

Yeah, right.

Vamanos muchachos.

You coming to watch us play?

I'm Artie by the way.

Lauren.

I know.

(screaming)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

He's so cute.

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KAITLIN:

Oh, I'm starving.

LAUREN:

I hope we don't have

to wait in line.

BECCA:

Are you kidding?

We never wait in line.

Never, we're

the Madonnas.

Remember?

Club Neema.

So this is where

Cathedral High hangs out.

? You in the club

and you ain't scared ?

? Well let me see ya put ya L's

in the air ?

? It's going down tonight... ?

It's so crowded in here.

There we are.

I didn't know

we had a table?

Don't we always?

You're right.

Oh, no. Look who

just walked in.

Who invited them?

He's kind of cute.

Oh, he's kind of cute

right there, too.

Oh my gosh,

I'm going boy crazy.

God, you're crazy.

Tell me the truth, did you...?

You told them.

(sarcastically);

Oh yes. Yes, I so

invited them.

Hey, girls, you want something

to drink?

Oh, yeah.

I'll have a soda.

Okay, gotcha.

Two.

All right, I'm

thirsty myself. Gotcha.

Oh, uh-uh. Why is she tryin'

to act like she fit in here?

What was that?

Girlfriend, please.

Hi, I would like

to get three drinks.

Coming right up.

How you doing?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm Derick by the way.

Oh, I'm Becca.

How're you doing?

Nice hat.

What do you think has

more protein grams,

guac and chips

or chili cheese fries?

Have you ever looked at

something and thought

this is everything

I never knew I wanted?

Wait, are we talking

about food or boys?

Huh?

Where were you?

You missed our set.

Oh, what time did you go on?

Check out that chica.

Do you see that?

Oh, yeah.

Watch it, girlfriend.

Looks like the band's got some

new groupie action going on.

Please, mama.

All I know is that

if I were her,

I'd be doing something

about that.

Look, I broke up

with him on Tuesday.

You break up every Tuesday.

You know, I was wondering

why you'd name

a band "Dos" anything when

there's three of you?

We're heavy into irony.

Plus we got skills

so we can do that.

I don't

know, prima.

I suggest you go handle

that real quick.

Don't...

How did you get those skills?

You know what they say

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