Teen Wolf

Time.

You guys suck.

No, really?

You're looking good.

Nothing to worry about. It's fine.

Hot, isn't it?

Shouldn't have gotten in his way, Scottie.

- Looking good out there, babe.

- How would you know, Stiles?

- You want to forfeit the game?

- Yeah, what's wrong with that?

- No.

- No?

My players have

league scoring records at stake.

If we quit now you can beat the traffic.

- There's a lot to learn from losing.

- We'll play if it's that big a deal to you.

Over here, over here!

Push it up.

- It's not going too well, is it?

- Look at their sneakers.

If our guys had sneakers like that

who knows what they could do.

Shoot.

We're all open.

That fat kid's got a great arm.

Over here. Pass it.

Forget it, dork.

Nice try.

I wanna get out of here.

It's not that bad. First game

of the season, 11 more to go.

It's just a game.

You better shape up.

I can't do this all by myself.

- What is that? Liverwurst?

- What?

- I thought you were on a diet, Chub.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Chub, look at this.

Give me that.

Stop snooping around in my locker.

Look, I can smell

that liverwurst from over there.

Oh, yeah, right. Underneath these?

All right. Great game, guys.

We showed them.

- We lost, Stiles.

- The umpire needed glasses.

- Remember that seven buck s?

- You owe me.

Without a keg,

they won't let me into the party.

- Where would you buy it anyway?

- Lend me five.

- Later.

- Two.

Hey, Chub, how's the diet?

Lemonade, you were terrific.

What the hell is that?

Lemonade, my man. What it is?

I'm raising some cash

for the Afro-American festival...

Can we talk?

Hey, Scottie, come on in.

- Great game. Want a thigh or a wing?

- That's not necessary, coach.

You said that if we had problems,

we should come to you.

- That's what I'm here for.

- Great, because I got a problem.

What kind of problem?

As you can see, I'm a very busy man.

- It's kind of complicated.

- Oh, those kinds of problems.

What is it? Drugs? Girls?

I'd like to help, but I'm tapped out.

The IRS is breathing down my neck

like it's a personal vendetta.

No, coach. How can I put this?

I'm going through changes.

Don't worry about that.

We all go through that.

Some a bit later than others.

Sorry I didn't notice.

I haven't been in the locker room much.

I don't think it's gonna be possible

for me to play on the team anymore.

Oh, yeah? Well look,

I know what you're going through.

A couple years back

a kid came to me the same way.

Saying to me

the same thing you're saying.

He wanted to drop off the team.

His mother was a widow, all crippled up.

She was scrubbing floors.

She had a pin in her hip.

He wanted to drop basketball and get a job.

Now these were poor people.

Hungry people with real problems.

Understand what I'm saying?

What happened to the kid?

I don't know. He quit.

Third stringer, I didn't need him.

- I'm a first stringer.

- And you work for your old man.

I should be coming to you

when I need money.

Fine. Thank s a lot, coach.

Don't mention it.

Like I said before Mi casa su casa.

Thank s.

Are you going to work?

Will you walk with me?

- Catch you later, Boof.

- Bye, Tina... Sheena..?

I had the strangest dream.

It was bizarre.

- Was I in this one?

- You, Pamela and a bunch of chickens.

- How the hell are you?

- Say no.

- Great talking to you.

- Chickens?

Yeah, big chickens. Giant chickens.

Like fryers.

- That guy was right. We do suck.

- No news there.

71-12. I don't even know

what I'm doing out there.

I'm sick of it, Boof.

I'm sick of being so average.

And it's not just basketball.

It's school, this town, everything.

I like Beacontown.

I'd like my life to change. I don't

wanna end up working for my dad.

- You're father is a terrific guy.

- Boof, look at me.

Now try and be objective.

Am I all right?

Is there anything wrong with me?

- You should shower after basketball.

- I do.

Then there's nothing wrong with you.

Then why won't Pamela Wells

say two words to me?

- You can do a lot better than her.

- Like who?

- Don't you have to be at work?

- Did I say something wrong?

No, no. See you at the party.

- Hey, Angela.

- What was the score?

Very funny.

What was the score?

Don't tell me, I'll lose my count.

Down to our last waffle iron.

How am I expected to compete

with wrenches made in India?

I'm not Sears and Roebuck.

You look a little tired today.

The coach isn't giving you steroids, is he?

Not likely. Maybe he should.

We lost 71-12.

Beacontown hasn't won a game in...

It must be three years.

Ow!

Don't take it personally.

It's all part of growing up.

Yeah, I guess so.

- Any deliveries?

- Down at the high school.

Some strange sounding guy called.

Sounded like he was in a hurry.

I'm not sure what I wrote down.

That's what the clipboard is for.

Well, it is.

It's broken.

A dog whistle?

Hi, Mr. Thorne. How are you, sir?

Thank s.

What an arm.

Thank s, Mr. Thorne. I appreciate it.

I knew he was out there.

I didn't actually hear him,

but I knew he was there.

I could only see a thin white crack

of light which set my bedroom apart...

More sensual. We need to

feel you, want to smell you. Hurt me.

...from the dense and heavy darkness.

But surely I could feel him.

It was Nick.

What was that?

Sorry, sir. That was me.

What do you want from me?

What do people want from me?

- I am merely trying to rehearse.

- I'm sorry.

I've got the stuff that you ordered.

- Are you from the hardware store?

- Yeah.

Pamela? Excuse me.

Are you going to the party tonight?

- I'd like to give you a ride.

- The paint. My paint.

A can of cocoa, a can of mauve.

Am I right?

Right.

- Kirk, how was my reading?

- Beautiful, darling.

Very sensual. I'm still in pain.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Listen, about tonight...

I'm serious. I'd like to take you.

I've got a van.

Hope your acting's better

than your hook shot, boy.

I already have a ride.

Or maybe you were just acting

like a basketball player.

He just delivers hardware, Mick.

Maybe he should get back

to delivering it. Come on.

I said mauve. Not turquoise!

Mr. Lolley?

- The boss says I'm to pick up a keg.

- Is that right?

- The boss called you, right?

- Can't say he did.

Hot damn. The boss is throwing a bash

for one of the boys at the gravel pit.

He just got paroled.

Well, I've got plenty of bread.

Here. There's a little extra for you.

Got to see your ID... sport.

- I don't even like beer.

- Never... say... die.

Dad?

What would you say

if I wanted to quit the team?

- Quit the team?

- Yeah.

That's pretty drastic.

You're not the worst player they've got.

Your mother always said

you could do anything you wanted to.

- I was thinking of doing something else.

- Like what?

School play.

Theatre has its place, I suppose,

but what about

your commitment to the team?

Dad, has anything ever happened to you

that was so weird...

- Maybe we should have a chat.

- How's the king of nuts and bolts?

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