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- I'm not your kid. I'm not your child.

- Right.

Why I gotta be your son?

- Money?

- B?

I call you "sun" because you shine like one.

- You feel me?

- Yeah, that was real sentimental, thanks.

- Oh, hell, yeah.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Y'all need anything else?

- No, we all right.

- Actually, let me get some iced tea?

- Sweet or unsweet?

- Sweet.

- She choosing, huh, Brooklyn?

Shut up.

Brooklyn! Oh, good Lord!

That ass fatter than

a swamp possum with the mumps.

- Okay, you got a point.

- See what I'm saying?

That's country.

Y'all get y'all cap and gowns yet?

- Oh, yeah, I got mine.

- I know you do.

Yo, you sure you graduating, Teddy?

Like, come on, for real, B,

just give it up. Like, come on, Teddy.

That ain't funny, man. I'm trying.

- Wait a minute.

- I'm trying.

Ain't you about

in the 14th grade now, dog?

Yeah, I'm in the same class

with your mama.

By the way, I ain't seen her lately.

You gotta tell her to come in and

check in with Daddy at the house.

I need my money on time.

Hey, don't make jokes about me, okay?

I'm sensitive.

Y'all know where that girl New New

go to school at?

Seem like she only be around

when we be kicking it.

- She ghetto, man.

- Yeah, boy, just how I like them.

You better lean back, shorty.

You know she Rashad's girl.

- Rashad.

- Now, how you figure that?

- Come on, man.

- Come on, man.

Shut up, you know you like her too.

I don't even be talking to that girl.

So why you just wave at her?

Shut up, man.

He put you out there, homeboy.

We were all at the same place

in our lives...

...trying to figure out what's next.

The one thing I did know:

These were my friends.

I could trust them.

And Sunday night, we got loose.

- That's right.

- Let's go and do the damn thing, man.

- Let's do it.

- Big old head.

Let's go.

Sunday night at Cascade.

Fine Georgia peaches and wet paint.

It was a beautiful place to be.

I'm gonna knock him out next time.

We'd been coming to Cascade

since we were kids.

What's up, man?

I had my first fistfight here,

and my first kiss.

We knew everybody...

...from the security guards

to the hottest shorties.

Rashad. Rashad!

- I know you heard me.

- Don't he know chocolate melt in the heat?

- I'm glad somebody recognize.

- Don't try to get no feel, neither.

Girl, I got grandkids older than you.

Cascade's is a rite of passage

to every kid in the A...

...but for us, it was something more.

All right, everybody,

let's get it on the floor.

Y'all looking a little rusty tonight.

Y'all better be practicing out there.

There's something wrong

with these wheels.

Ain't nothing wrong with these wheels.

You can't skate.

Inside here,

it's like all our problems don't exist.

It's the only place where

we all felt like we could be free.

Man, it's crazy out here tonight.

Oh, yeah, y'all, here we go again.

Cascade's on a Sunday night.

If you can't skate,

get your ass off the floor.

If you got skills,

then, shorty, you got to prove it.

School sucks, rent past due,

your girl left you.

On Sunday night,

don't none of that matter.

...you could be

whoever you wanted to be here.

Can't take black folks nowhere.

Man, get off the floor.

Get off the floor.

Handle that, Mr. Referee.

Hello? Hello?

- Who was that?

- I don't know. They keep hanging up.

Star-69 them.

Excuse me, I am not a ho.

There's all kinds of characters here.

You got the Cool Cats and they crew.

You got the Fly Girls.

And the D-boys is in here too.

Somebody always dying from their clique.

But nobody matters like the skate crew.

And we were the Ones.

This year, we was taking Skate Wars.

Let's go, man.

Even when the rink was crunk

on Sunday night...

...sometimes I felt like

I was out there all by myself.

Floating above it all.

No lies, no pain...

...and no worries about

what tomorrow might bring.

Shantay, hurry up,

we got dance rehearsal.

Guess you don't know nobody

no more, huh?

Man.

No, I guess not.

I'm saying, Rashad,

you know I didn't mean what I said.

Man, whatever. That don't even matter.

Look, my mama not home.

You wanna give me a ride?

Man, your mama ain't never home.

Take care, though.

I ain't have time to mess with Tonya.

If we was gonna win the war,

we was gonna need practice.

Some of us more than others.

- We have identified the weakest link.

- Shut up, boy.

You always talking.

Rashad, get your brother.

- He might be right this time.

- Yeah, for real.

Two, three, four. Oh, goddamn.

Hey, girl, hey!

I wonder what her career path is.

Excuse me, gorgeous.

Can I get at you for a second?

I got that. Fine ass.

- So where you going?

- Boy, you know you need to quit.

You see I'm getting hot.

I'm sweating and all that.

I can't take him no more, son.

- That's it. That's it.

- And here he go.

- What happened, man?

- I'm done.

- I'm done.

- Again?

- Wanna try that one more time?

- I got this. I'm good.

Yo, Brooklyn, you're fired, man.

Quit loitering here.

Keep it moving, son. Keep it moving.

All right.

I don't know if you that good, but...

Leave your uniform before

I take it out of your check.

- Hold up, man.

- Get the hell out of here, you idiot.

- "Keep moving, son"?

- I cannot run my pizza place without you?

Man, be that way, then.

That's why you need a timing belt, b*tch.

Shut up! Grow some hair on your chest!

You see what I mean?

- Watch out, man.

- See what I'm saying?

I can run my pizza place without you!

Man, pizza was invented in Brooklyn!

And my hat too.

- You gonna break your leg.

- Pizza was made in Brooklyn.

You better cool it, man.

Cool out, man.

- You done lost weight, man. Hell, yeah.

- You idiot.

I need a vacation.

Hey, quit splashing!

- Slow down!

- You gonna hurt yourself.

It's another ATL scorcher.

I heard it's gonna be hot today.

They told me the kids

are heading out to Lake Lanier.

If you're not so lucky

to head out to the lake...

...a pool is the place to be.

Head down to your neighborhood pool...

...because it is the coolest place

you want to be today.

See, that's why I love coming out here.

Look at this here.

Yo, Esquire, man, you are ashy.

For real. It's like somebody

threw baby powder at your knees.

You ashy too, man. What you saying?

I don't know what type of lotion

you gonna use for that arm.

You gonna need some baby oil,

some WD-40 or something.

Some car engine oil

might work for you.

- Trying to talk about somebody.

- Man, hide your wallets.

Here come Ghetto Ghetto

and her two twins.

What y'all doing?

- What it look like?

- Rudeness.

We doing nothing. We chilling.

- What y'all up to?

- Nothing.

- Walking around here looking cute.

- All right.

Y'all sure are.

- And you know something, New New?

- Nope.

No, I'm saying,

when we gonna get together?

Not gonna happen. Never.

Why don't you just let me

finish what I got to say?

I know what you gonna ask me, Teddy.

I know you. And I seen you skate.

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