Full Of It Page #5

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. Trade inside like Mr. Milken.

. I scream in cherries, it's very necessary.

. To pick me some Halle berries.

. You better believe I want to try it.

. To climb the mountains of Salma Hayek.

. Hotter than lava, Brazilian hot mama.

. it's Adriana, it's Adriana Lima, oh!.

. Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh!.

Time, time, time! Get in here...

Get in here. Huddle up. Come here, come here, come here.

AII-All right, boys...

what did I always tell you the possums' motto was?

When the going gets tough, we lay down and play dead?

Yeah, yeah. - O-Only tonight...

we stand a chance, so let's get out there...

and try to win this thing right here, right now!

Free throw is one point.

I know. - Leonard, look on the scoreboard.

We're down by... what?

Uh, 13 and a half.

What? - S-Seven-eighths.

But-but then you have to carry the one, so-

We need a 3-pointer. - OK.

What play shall we do, Coach?

What does it matter? You get the ball to Leonard...

he can kick it in, for all I care.

Anybody got a better idea than that?

No. - Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Give it to me.

possums! - Ohhhhhhh!

We really got this.

Nothing to worry about.

. Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh!.

. Oh, oh, oh, oh!.

. I'm on fire.

. Yeah, Mama, let's have some fun!.

. Come on! Come on!.

Hello, BDI.

I can prove it. - What?

That my lies are coming true.

Sam? - Uh-Look out the window.

. Along with fear.

. There goes the fear again.

. There goes the fear.

. And cars speed fast.

. Out of here.

Hey, where did you get this car?

You wanna come to a party?

No, not really.

There's a huge basketball keg party at Vicki Sanders' house.

Really? Kegs, basketball guys...

and Vicki Sanders. Let's go.

How can you adequately mock this party if you're not there?

Look, just think about how much more above it all you'll be...

if you come.

Yo, Bridge Cable, you the man! Ha ha!

Since when are you friends with the supersize kids?

Ha. I kinda helped win the game today.

Kinda? He single-handedly won the game!

And now every girI at schooI is asking about him.

Ha ha.

Really? - Yeah. Ha ha.

Who-Who spe-Who specifically?

OK, everyone wants to know...

who you're taking to Homecoming.

Uh...

I- I don't-I don't know. I'm still, you know...

weighing up my-ahem-options. Right?

Let's dance!

Whoo! -. The sun shone down.

. The world seems right.

. During the day it feels like night.

. I'm shot down, I-.

Dude, your girI is totally freaking Bridge Cable.

. You never know what you might find.

Oh ho ho ho!

Man, I've never seen Vicki dance like that before.

I've never seen anyone dance like that before.

Ha ha ha!

. I'm shot down.

. I'm gripping tight.

. You never know what you might find.

I'm sure it's nothing, though, dude.

Whatever. The kid is still a loser.

Is that Carmen Electra?

Hm. Is Sam Leonard here?

Hey. I heard about your game on the radio...

and I just had to come by and say congratulations.

I baked you a cake.

Heh.

Oh, Sammy.

I am so proud of you.

That's my boy!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Oh.

Cake, anyone?

Kiss me, my love.

What? - Kiss me, my love.

Wait, wait, wait. Vicki, what about Kyle?

Oh, he's cooI with this.

Look, just because she went into the bathroom...

with a really well-hung basketball star slash rock star...

who drives a porsche and hangs out with smokin' hot mamas...

that doesn't mean anything's going on.

Yeah, maybe they're just chatting.

Oh, Vicki Sanders' left boob.

Unbelievable.

Can I...?

Ohhh!

Thank you.

OK. OK. OK.

Enough of the kids' stuff.

I'm ready, Sam.

OK.

For what? - To lose my virginity.

Wh-What? To-To me?

To you! - Now?

Now.

Vicki, we're in a bathroom. Don't you want it to be speciaI?

Oh...

that's what you're supposed to say.

It's a belt. - Shh!

No, I think it-

Oh... my... God!

Make love to me!

Huh? Grrr!

Yaaaargh!

It's not what you think. - Yes, it is.

Grrr!

Grr! Grrrr!

please don't kill me!

Grrr!

Sam!

Agh! Agh!

Oh!

Go, Sam! Go!

Go!

. Ah, me me me me, is all you think that I care about.

. Me me me me, is all I ever wanna talk-.

Nice car!

You are my lover.

You're my boyfriend now.

I'm over Kyle, I love you now.

Are they going out now, or something?

Hey, Sam! Hey!

Hi, Sam.

Bridge Cable!

Sam, can I talk to you?

This-This'll just take a minute.

OK.

So, uh, what's up?

Oh. Um... OK.

Well, uh...

what I wanted to tell you is...

um...

uh...

I bought two tickets to Homecoming.

You? Homecoming? - Ha ha.

Annie, thi-this is huge.

Wh-What-What made you change your mind?

You were so excited about it, so...

I thought... what the hell?

So, uh, who are you going with?

Uh...

Um...

You're not the only one that-that hasn't been...

completely honest here.

Ha ha. I just-I just...

think that-that what we have...

together is really cooI...

and I just thought...

maybe we could explore it a little further.

Wow.

I- I don't-

I don't know what to say.

Oh, God, this is so high schooI.

Do you wanna go to Homecoming with me?

Um... But I'm with-I'm with Vicki.

But... Vicki's a stupid ho.

Yeah, OK, but...

you don't just leave the hottest, most popular girI in schooI...

for-

For someone like me.

Annie, I-I didn't mean it like that...

it was just-

You are pathetic.

I got a call from a scout at State last night...

saying that I'm no longer on the recruiting list.

This kid stole my girlfriend, my point guard position...

and my future in one day.

He even stole my parking spot, for Christ's sakes!

That parking spot thing, man, that's totally uncalled for.

This kid needs to pay!

Yeah. You know what?

How about we dress him up as a cheerleader...

push him into a stall in the girls' bathroom...

and give him a swirlie?

Oh, yeah. Ha ha!

Wait. Or, or we could, uh-

smear peanut butter in his hair...

Yeah. - shave off his eyebrows...

and then parade him round the cafeteria at lunch.

That's awesome. - Ha ha ha!

Or, or, or...

how about we douse him...

in some sort of common household cleanser...

pull him behind my truck...

and hook his nuts up to my car battery?!

I just wanted to have this little sit-down with you, Sam...

uh, because Mr. Von Der Ahe has informed me that...

you haven't turned in any homework since you started.

I have no choice but to...

take you out of the running for the math scholarship.

It's also district policy that I put you on probation.

Which means, unfortunately...

that one more slip-up and...

I have to expeI you.

Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like to say?

Bite me, Marcus!

I get two monkeys...

Well, I get the coconut monkeys then.

Oh, fine!

Hank, I'm tired of fighting about the coconut monkeys.

Go ahead and take the coconut monkeys.

What's going on? What- What are you guys doing?

Dividing up our stuff.

We're getting divorced.

Didn't you read the post-It Note we put on the fridge?

The-the post-it?

What?

We've just grown apart.

I mean, I'm a rock star on his comeback...

and she paints hoo-has.

How could it ever work?

Look, we'll talk more about this later...

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