Balls Out Page #8

- Well, Jesus H., Chang!

You're so ever-Ioving smart, figure it out!

Grow a pair and do something!

Come here, come here. Come here.

Damn it, Cappy. This is it. Get up, man!

- Come on, Mike!

- You can do it, Mike!

- Let's go, Son!

- You can do it, Bro!

Mikey... Get back up!

Mike! Mike!

Mike, you b*tch! Get up

and rip this motherf***er's butt open!

And make him lick his own sh*t

off your huge f***ing cock!

She really misses her mother.

It's time to Cherokee it up, God damn it.

Come on, Mike.

Jesus, man! Put that thing in its holster!

Concentrate!

Sorry, Coach. She's got great hands.

Time. Resume play.

It's almost over. You got him, buddy.

Find me, Mike.

I'm in the now.

Be here. Lose your flow.

Thirty all. Quiet, please. Quiet.

Thirty serving 40.

Cappy!

Not like that. Not on match point. Back it up.

Out.

Second service. Match point, West.

Get there, b*tch.

Game, set, match, West High!

Holy sh*t!

Yeah!

He did it!

- Nice match. Way to dig deep.

- Thanks, Tommy.

Mike did it!

We're the winning team!

I'm part of a winning team!

Hey, Coach.

- Why the long face, Gary?

- I don't know.

I've just been so focused

on turning these boys into champions.

Now that I have, where do I go from here?

I can't tell you where to go, Gary.

But I can tell you one thing.

Those boys will never forget this day.

Days of youth fondly remembered,

those are worth something.

Those are worth a hell of a lot.

- You're a good coach, Gary.

- Really?

Maybe the best.

We rub Crotch Horseman!

No! No, Maricar! No! The lid! The lid!

Life is just so crazy, Gary.

You came to Nebraska

to get away from tennis.

Yet here you are,

basking in the greatness of tennis triumphs.

You big beautiful old lug.

Mrs. Tuttle was so lucky to have you.

Gary, never forget

what Coach T. Taught you...

that life is short,

and you need to find balance.

Tennis, while it is the sport of kings,

can never take the place of a good queen.

Miss Sanchez!

I like you Miss Sanchez...

and I have a question.

Will you meet me at...

Chi Chi's tonight at 8:30...

for margaritas and chimichangas?

With much pleasure Mr. Houseman.

Gary, after you marry Norma Sanchez,

you should get a teaching degree.

I bet you'd turn some dead-end dipshit

into a future president.

Damn, it's f***ing bright out here!

I love you guys.

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