Love & Basketball
Swish! That's "horse."
- You can't make that.
- Watch me.
You guys are too easy.
Just wait till
I get big like Kareem.
You want to be like Kareem?
All his big butt do
is stand by the basket.
- I be blocking your stuff.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, look. Q.
I thought you said
That's what my mom said.
Hope he can ball.
- Bet he's a scrub like Kelvin.
- Shut up.
- Can I play?
- No.
- You nice?
- Yeah, I'm nice.
All right.
You and Kelvin
against me and Jamal.
- Oh, man!
- He is a girl!
- Girls can't play no ball.
- Better than you.
- What a dog.
- She heard you.
She can only hear dog whistles.
- Check.
- Check.
Damn! She dogged you, man.
- Shut up!
- One-zip.
Lucky.
Damn!
I got her.
Told you I was nice.
I'm gonna be
the first girl in the NBA.
I'll be in the NBA.
You'll be my cheerleader.
Oh, God.
Be quiet.
How you feeling, munchkin?
You tough.
She needs to stop running
around like a boy.
- She's all right.
- Looking the way she does?
Camille, she'll be fine.
Let me find you some gauze.
Girl, who you trying to fool?
Alley-oop, dad.
Boy. New neighbors.
Really?
See, Quincy, this is how
your moms caught me.
With the old fake and bake.
Thought I was catching
I can't do this sh*t.
Boy, what did I tell you
about using that word?
in a man's vocabulary.
And why not?
'Cause when you say "can't",
you ain't a man.
- That's right.
- Zeke.
What? Oh, yeah.
Don't say sh*t.
Come on.
We should head on over.
Just you and Quincy, baby.
I got a meeting.
- With who?
- Some business folks.
You just got back
from a four-game road trip.
Nona, please don't
start bitching.
I got maybe
two years left to play.
I'm trying to put
See you later, man.
Be good. I love you.
I love you, Dad.
So how long
have y'all been here?
We moved back here
after Zeke was traded again.
The neighborhood was
Before the black people
down the street...
became the black people
next-door. OK?
Thank you so much again.
This was terribly
nice of you, Nona.
I love to cook.
You do? I cook for my friends'
parties back in Atlanta.
You're a caterer?
No. Once Nathan
gets settled in, though...
and the girls
are a little older...
that's certainly something
Mom would like to try.
Do you know as long as
I have lived next-door...
I have never seen
the inside of this house?
Let's just have a look.
Honey, put that
on the table for mom.
Quince, help her.
So how come you
can play basketball?
I just can.
I never knew
a girl that can play.
Momma says she doesn't
know why I act different.
- Your dad play?
- He works at a bank.
My dad plays for the Clippers.
He says I'm gonna be
a doctor or a lawyer...
but I'm gonna play for them.
Same number and everything.
like Magic.
He's all right.
My dad can take him.
What was the most points
you daddy ever got?
I don't know. A lot.
Well, one game,
Magic scored 48 points...
they only had
six-minute quarters...
and he sat out
- You do act different.
- I don't care.
just let me know,
'cause I run this street.
I'll tell my sister Lena.
She don't know how to box.
My dad taught me
how to fight like Ali.
I know karate
from Almighty Isis.
Bet you can't do this, though.
How about this?
Monica. Sit still.
And don't sit
on your knees, sweetie.
You're gonna turn them black.
Someone had put
your box of dresses...
underneath a pile of rags
in the garage.
- You OK?
- Yeah. I need to lay down.
I've been running around
all day.
Honey, which one
of these for tomorrow?
- Blue stripe.
- You sure?
You want to iron them both?
Just in case.
- Sure.
- Thanks, sweetie.
That boy next-door will ride
to school with you tomorrow.
You'll know somebody.
Hurry up. I'll come
back up for good nights.
Make it look nice, OK?
You want to be my girl?
What do I have to do?
I guess we can play ball
and ride to school together.
When you get mad at me,
I got to give you flowers.
But I don't like flowers.
How about Twinkies?
My mom won't ever buy them.
For how long?
Five seconds?
Not out here.
Over there, then.
Ready?
Wait.
'Cause you my girl,
you got to ride on my bike.
I want to ride my own bike.
- My dad always drives my mom.
- So?
That means I have to ride you.
Come on.
I don't have to do what you say.
Forget you, then, stupid.
You stupid, and your dad plays
for the worst team in the NBA.
What?
Last time they won,
Dr. J was a nurse.
Shut up!
I don't want to be
your boyfriend, you ugly dog.
I don't want to be
your girlfriend, big head.
Get off me!
Big head.
Hey, Q.
Play some "D"!
Technical foul.
For what?
Damn! Come on, get in.
Let it go.
Unsportsmanlike conduct, white.
- For what?
- Technical foul.
- Man, you suck!
- Two shots.
Sit down and shut up.
Let it go. She feels better.
Oh, please.
She's behaving horribly.
I'm out.
I need a sub.
Karinda, sub, sub, sub.
Dad, you got to talk
to coach for me.
What am I supposed
to say to the man?
Tell him to keep me
on the floor.
The coach
from UCLA was there.
He has me riding the bench.
- You lost your head.
- I was showing emotion.
So it's all right
for you to act like that?
Whatever.
- What did you do?
- Nothing.
I don't know why
I keep hoping...
you'll grow out
of this tomboy thing.
I won't. I'm a lesbian.
That's not funny.
That's what you think...
'cause I'd rather wear
a jersey than an apron?
Please.
Monica, I think what
Maybe it's time
you start thinking
about other things
beside basketball.
What?
One game left and
you haven't been recruited.
Munchkin, I wanted this
as bad as you did...
but we have to face reality.
The coach from USC
will be at the championship.
I know, but chances are...
Chances are
there's still a chance.
If you would just listen
to someone for a change...
you'd realize you have a lot
going for yourself.
You're smart.
do something with your hair.
I don't know why you run around
with your hair looking like...
"Who shot John
and forgot to kill him."
You'd be real pleasant-looking
if you'd smile.
My mom's about to be home.
I'm not good enough
to meet your moms?
Now, girl.
If my moms knew I had a hottie
like you up in the crib...
she would beat
the black off of me.
That's a lot of beatin'.
Hey, girl.
Your hair looks
really cute like that.
Thanks.
So, do you know who Q is asking
to the spring dance?
Nope.
Come on, girl.
You live right next-door.
Just tell me
who's been creeping.
There's just so many,
I can't keep track.
Can you give him this for me?
Please?
Give it yourself.
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