Carter High Page #7
act like you can't do nothing.
But eat them damn fries.
Nigga, you ain't nothing
but a shift manager.
- Which means...
- Get your hands up.
When the manager's gone,
I'm in charge.
As a matter of fact,
since day one...
Day one...
You've been f***ing up.
Everybody get your ass
on the goddamn ground!
You, too, man, get on the floor.
Uh-uh, uh-uh. You.
You get your ass up, big boy.
Uh... uh...
Uh... ooh...
I... I'm...
I'm just... uh... uh...
- In charge?
- Yep.
Mr. HNIC.
Shut up.
Ah...
I'm just, I'm just
a shift manager.
Yeah. Yeah, right.
Now shift your ass over there
and put the money
in the goddamn bag!
Come on, hurry up!
Come on, big boy.
Yeah, all of that, too.
Come on.
Come on!
Yeah.
And then that, too. Come on.
Come on, big boy.
- Get your fat ass to the ground!
- Ah!
- Don't y'all move.
- Come on.
The Carter Cowboys
won the state championship
a month ago, and you could've
held a convention
on the sideline of
the Cowboys' practice field.
That's where recruiting
coordinators gathered daily
to catch a glimpse of the team
that could produce more recruits
than any other team
in the state of Texas,
maybe even the nation.
This year's Carter team
appears ready to climb
the ladder of success.
That leaves only one thing
left to say:
this is a class by itself.
I told y'all.
Just like clockwork.
Man, Keith,
how long you been working here?
About a week.
So y'all go ahead,
get suited up.
Say, PK:
give that toy to Los.
Run with this.
Man, this real?
Don't worry,
it ain't even loaded.
Hey, man, for real.
All y'all, this the last time,
all right?
- -Y'all taking this
sh*t way too far, man.
All right, nigga.
Get in.
Get back in, jet.
Go on. Go, go.
Go on. Go on.
That chick there a starter
Brewster go to Carter
She gon' let me get it
- Soon as she drop off her
daughter... -Damn, fellas!
Ooh, look like y'all had
a nice Christmas, huh?
Yeah. It was a'ight.
Excuse me, Derric.
Hey.
You mind if I wear your jacket
till last period?
I'm a little cold.
I ain't even trippin', baby.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
Mmm-mmm-good.
Oh, I was just, uh,
admiring the jacket.
Is that all?
And I was wondering
if there was any more
room for me
in those jeans.
Maybe.
Damn!
It's like that?
Must be the shoes.
Girl... ah... I want to...
Hey, I just want to know,
is there any room for me
in these jeans?
And I was wondering if you
ever heard of a peppermint.
Say, dawg, I guess it ain't
the shoes, then, huh?
Hey, I-it's all good, dawg.
Real talk, man.
All right, then, dawg.
Breath mint, dawg?
"Nice Christmas"?
What you mean,
"nice Christmas," dawg?
Man, what you talkin' about?
Thought you knew, brah.
Knew what?
Now
I lay me down to sleep
Ooh
I just can't find a beat
Flash light
Oh, I will never dance
Flash light
Flash light
Flash light
Bah-dah-dah-Dee
Bah-dah-dah, ah-dah-dah-dah
Oh, it's no use
Flash light
Red light
Neon light
Ooh, stop light
Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go
Count the sheep
Oh, but I will never dance
Oh, don't make me do it
Dance, sucker
Ooh, ha-ha, get him...
No less than 18
Carter football players
are headed to four-year colleges
or universities
on full scholarships.
Just one more area
where no other high school
can beat Carter.
I almost... I almost got you.
You couldn't keep up, boy.
- Nah, man.
- You couldn't keep up.
I ain't gonna never let
no old man get me.
Who you calling "old"?
- Come on, baby.
- Come on, I still got it.
- Shoot.
- Old man, old truck.
That's what you think.
- That was a damn good workout.
- Pretty sweet.
You know why we come out here?
Not only does it make us
better athletes,
Now, you made your choice
when you decided to
suit up and play
for the Carter Cowboys.
I don't know.
Hold on. Come on. Whoa.
If you didn't have football...
what would you be doing?
Get in the truck.
You want the receipt in the bag
or with... All right.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Got another quarter?
Damn!
You scared the hell
out of me, brah.
So what's up?
My-my manager still
out there, dawg.
- Thought you said he's supposed
to be gone. -Sh*t, he is.
goddamn Ms. Pac-Man, brah.
You said this was
gonna be easy, dawg.
How long you think
he finna be here?
You don't know.
I don't know.
Walk in, get the money,
then we good.
- G...
- That's what you said, D.
G, if Keith and them
can do this sh*t, I know we can.
Whatever, dawg.
Vincent, go on,
get behind the counter,
let's do what we gotta do.
Y'all sure about this?
Yes, I'm sure.
All you gotta do
is go up to Vincent
and get the money.
I'm-a take care of the manager.
You in or you out?
Nigga, give me all the money!
Get your punk ass on the ground.
You, too, b*tch.
Get on the ground.
- Get on the ground!
- Hurry up!
Move!
"Just one more game."
- Save that sh*t for later.
- "This is it,
- the last..."
- Shut the f*** up.
Get your ass on the ground!
Come on.
Man, you niggas done
lost y'all damn mind.
Jay, I'm telling you, dawg,
it's easy.
Ain't like we really
robbing the place anyway.
All we gonna do is walk in,
get the money, and we...
Man, I'm still on probation
for a $15 T-shirt.
My teacher'd kick my ass.
I made a promise, dawg.
Not to mention my old man.
Hell no.
It's like being back
on the field, dawg.
It's a trip.
We walked into this one place,
and the chick at the register,
- she knew us, right?
- Fine, too.
So I asked her,
"What would you do
if we was gonna rob this place?"
Sh*t. She said,
"Give you all the money
"and anything else you wanted.
Anything."
So D said,
Well, we robbin' it, baby.
on one of the bills.
Just like that?
- Just like that.
- Just like that.
It's nothing.
- Ah...
- What's up, fellas?
Man...
Where your big-ass bifocals at?
It's nighttime.
They're called "contact lenses."
They kind of work like glasses.
I will miss this fool.
For real.
I'm gonna miss you, dawg.
Got your ropes and everything.
A'ight, dawg.
A'ight, G.
Take it easy, dawg.
Ropes and chains...
What you gettin' into tonight?
- Yeah.
- Uh, chillin'.
- Got a 9:
00 to 5:00in the morning. -Oh.
So, uh, tell your girlfriend
- we can't kick it tonight.
- Ooh!
- -Boy, I'll spur you
in the back of your head.
- A'ight.
- A'ight, man.
Oh, man...
Look, straight up:
what you gonna do?
Barbecue or mildew?
Do you know you can ask
your mama for money whenever?
- Sh*t, you, too, G.
- But you think I'm finna
go to my mom's to ask for money
in a dice game?
- Ha!
- OPM, dawgs.
OPM.
Jay, look.
the last one.
Is you in or you out?
Last one...
Damn, how many has it been?
Asking too many questions,
huh, my boy?
Ha!
Meet me at 1:
00 if you're down.It's barbecue or mildew,
big boy!
- 1:
00.
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