Stick It Page #4

Dogs are people too, Haley.

Very nice, Joanne. Touch.

Thank you.

All right.

You know what?

Take whoever, Vick.

Nobody cares.

Nobody cares what ya do, Vick.

Nobody cares what you do.

They're all lazy.

Put some fire under their

gluteus and make competition.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

You know, Haley

makes a good point.

Why not an in-house competition?

Because we no lo need-o.

Let's get back to work,

ladies.

No killing Haley in her sleep.

You know, I would be nervous

if I were you too.

The judge on the end

is a tumbling tyrant.

If you even think about

under-rotating, she'll deduct.

Yeah, I know.

The one next to her...

Obsessive-compulsive

about handstands.

I'm talking, hit your vertical

or die, ladies.

And please,

please, for me,

watch out for the

vault dick on the end.

If you don't stick it,

you pretty much don't exist.

- Am I right, Haley?

- Are you still pimping that speech?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

She's psychin' you out.

Look, ignore her.

When I get nervous,

I have this ritual. OK?

I just look at the judges,

and I picture them

in their ugly

blue blazers,

trying to do what I can do.

Whatever ya do...

don't picture them naked.

- It's really gross.

- Too late.

So the winner today is...

...Wei Wei.

Mina was second,

followed by Haley.

- And then...

- Mm? Huh?

...Lacey.

Joanne will be an alternate.

What?!

I am nationally ranked.

I am not an alternate.

Joanne, you've already

qualified for Championships.

- Mom.

- The Classic could be a qualifier

for those who aren't currently

ranked. Come on, fair is fair.

This meet was a joke.

Come on.

Dj-jealous, Joanne?

Do you have anything

to say to me?

Yeah. Who taught you

to control your landing? Hm?

Some guy.

- Watch your rotation.

- Morning, ladies.

- Whoa.

- Don't force it, Lacey. Easy.

- Joanne.

- Hmm?

I need you to lend Haley

your team leo for the Classic.

- Ew!

- Ew! Unsanitary.

- Yeah.

- Ow!

Ohh!

Joanne, pack your bags.

Lacey, I need you to lend

Haley your leo for the Classic.

Yes!

- Good luck, girls.

- Later.

Wait. Do you have a license

to practice gymnastics?

It was revoked. Get in.

I'll see ya

in there.

- Hey.

- Hi.

What do they have

that we don't have?

- Yeah.

- Uh, lives.

Time.

B*obs.

Just ignore 'em.

You're gonna

shut up and drive.

Well, at least

no one here hates you.

Yet. I mean,

you're new.

You can make a splash.

Let it rip.

Let what rip?

Make the judges look.

But I'm not talking

about putting a cute smile

on your face as if

they're doing you a favor.

Make them look. If you're

gonna eat mat, ya eat mat hard.

Don't play it safe.

Ya gotta throw your best tricks

as hard as you can.

- Haley!

- Hey, Haley! What's up?

- Woo!

- Hey, man.

Hey.

That was for Worlds.

What?!

Are you kidding me?!

- D'you see that?

- What?

You OK?

Take a minute.

Go clean up.

Buy yourself a new leo

at the concession stand outside.

- Here. You OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hmm?

- Yeah, I can handle it.

Ugly...

Hey.

Can you believe this?

- Did you see it?

- Yeah, I saw it.

Are you... totally covered

in soda or what?

- Thank you.

- I'm so pissed at that kid.

We were totally gonna

throw drinks on you.

I feel so upstaged.

They think they can

just hate on you like that?

I know. Who do

they think they are?

They're fakers.

Can't stand fake Haley-haters.

It's a bloody outrage

I tell ya.

We hate Haley more, people,

so get in line!

Would you shut up?

- Can't I be upset?

- Can I go compete now?

Can I eat?

- I'm so hungry.

- Let's get some nachos.

You know boys?

Yes. They're called friends.

You should try it sometime.

OK, Wei Wei,

control it now.

Let's focus.

- Come on, Wei Wei, let's go!

- You got it. Come on, let it rip.

Tighten up. Push up.

Let it rip.

You know

what you're doing.

Let's go.

Come on!

Dude.

- All right, Wei Wei.

- Way to go!

Good job, Wei Wei.

Hm? What happened?

Looked like you were

goin' for a one and a half?

- What happened?

- Uh... I don't know.

It's OK now.

Shake it off.

Get in on the board now.

Oh!

How did we not know

about this sport?

What the hell was that?!

Since when are you

throwin' double fronts?

Hmm?

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Nice double front.

That was amazing. Who cares

if you took a few steps?

- The judges.

- Whatever. You rock.

- What're you doing? Hmm?

- Don't worry, I'm doing what I practiced.

- No, listen. Li...

- Not gonna make you look bad.

This isn't about

me looking bad.

You're not here

to coach the girls.

You're here to place top three,

win some money and get out.

You do your job,

let me do mine.

Fine, then I'm

flooring it.

You should really

try it some time.

Don't do it.

- Come on, Haley, let it rip.

- Woo! Let's go, Haley!

Come on, you got it.

- All right, Haley!

- Woo! Yeah...

Too much rock

for one hand, baby!

Yeah!

- It's all right.

- Nice stick, Wei Wei.

Stop being so nasty, Joanne.

It's not called

"gym-nice-tics."

Don't you see what she's doing?

She wants you to do

your hardest tricks because

she knows you'll mess up.

She's been practicing that stuff

in the old gym for weeks now.

She's trying to

get you guys to mess up

so she can win

the prize money. Duh.

Can you believe Chris Defrank

is here with Gloria? Pipsqueak.

We trained together at

Defrank's for what, five years?

Ugh,

I can't stand him.

She should get at least two-tenths

deducted for that hair.

Or not.

Haley! Haley!

Over here.

Hi, honey.

I miss you, sweetheart.

I missed you so much.

Hey, you're doin' a great job.

I need to talk about

comin' back with Chris.

Doesn't look good, having you

trainin' with somebody else.

- No.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You owe Chris

some respect.

I don't respect people

who don't respect me.

I suppose you think

Burt Vickerman respects you.

Yeah.

Actually, I do.

The only thing Burt Vickerman

respects is money.

He cares about

cash and cashing in.

And if your daddy

hadn't paid him off,

you'd be sittin' at Texas

Military Academy right now.

What do you mean, "paid him

off"? Everybody there pays.

Your daddy called

every elite gym in the country.

Nobody wanted you.

Honey, your dad's

payin' four times

what every other

girl there is payin'.

You thought

he was on your side?

Haley.

He only has one side. His.

- I gotta go warm up beam.

- Haley.

- You need some lipstick.

- No. Mom.

- Let me, let me, let me...

- Don't!

Keep it up, hon.

You're doin' great.

Stand up straight.

Eyes and teeth, sugar.

Arms. Arms. Spot.

That's it.

- Nice.

- What?

You wanna win the purse,

we get it.

Yeah. I hope we ate mat

hard enough for you.

Flat hips.

Today's not just

about you, ya know.

Expected more out of you.

OK,

tight knees now.

Whoo!

Oww!

Oh!

- It's all right. Let's go!

- Come on, Haley!

Shake it off, Haley.

Come on.

You got another event.

Let's finish big.

Warm up, Mina.

Let's go. 'Scuse me.

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