The Winning Season

Hey, Rhonda, please don't go anywhere.

l want to talk to you.

Diego, l see you eating the chicken fingers.

l know!

A**hole.

Hey, Bill. Come on, it's lunch. Get moving.

l've got tables that need clearing.

Thank you.

-Bill.

-Hey.

Terry.

-Yeah!

-Hey.

You work here, huh?

No, l'm just...

You're just bussing a table

in your free time?

What do you want?

Can we talk for a second?

-Wow. So, how you been?

-Fantastic.

-Cheese stick?

-No.

Can l ask you a... Kind of a sensitive...

Are you drinking?

-Hey, come on, man. What is this?

-l don't know if you've heard this,

but l'm kind of the principal

over at Plainview now, so...

Wow. Congratulations.

That sounds really boring.

Okay, before l change my mind,

do you want to coach basketball for us?

Wow. Yeah. That's...

-Yeah.

-l can't believe Buller would leave his team.

He's built such a good program

with those boys.

No, no, no.

l want you to coach girls' varsity.

No, hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, we got a great team.

You gotta see them, okay?

They're fantastic.

My daughter's on the team. Tamra.

She's huge. Big as an ox.

-She has huge hands, like her mom.

-l don't know, Terry. That's...

All right, look, you know how many hoops

l had to jump through

just to be able to offer you this job?

All of them.

l had to jump through all of them.

l appreciate that, Terry,

but l can't coach girls.

Women hate me, you know that.

Yeah. Okay, well,

then just stay here and wash dishes

and eat other people's food,

and, you know, enjoy that.

lt's not so bad, you know.

Not a lot of responsibility.

You're right. There's no responsibility.

-Spreading the love around.

-Can you hold that for two seconds?

-l quit.

-What?

-You want to go out with me?

-l'm married.

All right, forget it.

l'm taking Bobby with me.

Who's Bobby?

Excuse me. Sorry. l'm really sorry.

Come on, Bobby, let's go.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Have a good meal.

-You hear they finally hired a new coach?

-Yeah?

-Guess who it is.

-Phil Jackson.

-Bill Greaves.

-Who's that?

Remember that guy who used

to coach boys' varsity over in Culver?

No.

Remember? His entire team quit

right in the middle of sectional finals?

So why'd they hire him?

-He's probably the only guy they could get.

-We should just quit right now.

-Shut up, Mindy. You can't even play.

-You shut up. Neither can you.

l hear he has problems.

His team made it to the sectional finals,

okay? He must be good.

-Hey.

-You can go now.

Lisa, are you kidding?

What is your damage?

Nothing. l just don't see why

they all have to keep moving here.

-You do realize you're black, right?

-Obviously.

Well, our dad says that if we didn't

have illegal's to work the factories,

the country's entire infrastructure

would collapse.

-Your dad sounds like a p*ssy.

-He is.

Hasn't our infrastructure already collapsed?

-Hello.

-Who are you talking to?

-Who is she talking to?

-No, l'm just at school.

l don't know, some guy she met

at Shoes Etc. Last weekend.

-What guy?

-He has a mustache.

Gross! Why does she always go after guys

with facial hair?

-l know, right? It's so disgusting.

-lt's like kissing your dad.

Okay, you just take it to a whole other level.

-That is really unnecessary.

-Shut up.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 1989 Class Triple-A

Indiana State Finals.

Starting for the Plainview Chargers,

number 21, Bill Greaves.

-ls this girls' varsity?

-Yeah.

l'm Bill Greaves. l'm your new coach.

Where's the JV squad?

We don't have a JV squad.

-This is it?

-Yeah.

Did Terry put you guys up to this?

This is a joke, right?

What is this, Terry?

That's just six girls, man.

Yeah, yeah.

Those girls, they don't even look

like they're in shape.

Well, the girls' program, okay,

it's not as in-depth as the boys' is.

Jesus Christ, what program?

That's just some bored-looking girls

waiting for the tits to come in.

Hey, now, come on. You know?

My daughter's on that team.

-One of those girls has a broken foot.

-Yeah?

Hey. We were just wondering

if you're coming back to practice or not.

No, not today, sweetheart.

Go home, get some rest,

and we'll start tomorrow.

Tell everyone to go home

and play with little kitties, okay?

-A**hole.

-Hey! Hey, mouth!

-See? Girls. They hate me.

-Yeah, it's not just girls.

Hi. Sorry we're late.

Hey.

Hey, how's it going, kiddo?

How you doing?

-Good.

-Good to see you.

Can we talk for a minute?

-Yeah. What do you want?

-l got your message.

-Yeah, thanks for calling me back.

-Don't drunk-dial our daughter.

l'm not drunk-dialing our daughter.

l'm coaching basketball again.

l wanted to tell her that, okay?

-No, we're really happy for you. Yeah.

-Yeah? Why didn't you call me back?

-l had a crazy week.

-You don't get 10 minutes to call me back?

Look, l gotta go.

Make sure she studies for her algebra test.

-That'll be fun.

-She's barely passing.

You could help her if you wanted.

-What do l know about algebra?

-More than me.

-Bye, Mom.

-Bye, sweetheart. l'll call you.

Don't believe her.

-She doesn't call people back.

-Hey.

Beautiful. Beautiful. All right!

You watching this?

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Hey, get off your phone. Talk to me.

What's new?

-l'm playing ball.

-Basketball?

Yeah. l made varsity.

You made varsity?

Van Hunt's, they got a really good team.

What position?

-Shooting guard.

-Shooting guard.

-You a starter?

-No.

-How's your ball handling coming along?

-lt's fine.

You know, you really limit yourself

when you only drive to the right.

We should go over to Woodlawn tomorrow,

see how you're coming along.

-l can give you some things to try.

-Yeah, l already have a coach.

Doesn't't mean we can't shoot around.

Mom really wants me

to study for algebra, so...

You know, just 'cause your mom hates me

doesn't mean you have to.

She doesn't hate you.

She feels sorry for you.

She feels sorry for me?

She says you're the loneliest man

she's ever met.

Yeah, well, l never felt more lonely

than when l was with her, so...

You know, you really shouldn't say things

like that. It makes me feel weird.

-Eat your sandwich.

-Okay.

How many minutes do you get on that?

Wow. So, like,

l could take your picture like that?

That's great. That's neat-o.

All right, everybody, put your balls away.

Hustle up.

Line up on the baseline.

You guys know what a baseline is?

-Hi.

-Hi.

-What's your... What do you do here?

-l don't know.

Why don't you go play in traffic?

Get out of here.

Jerk.

-Wow.

-l hear you think we're losers.

ls that true? Did you say that?

Yeah.

What's the point?

Why practice if our coach thinks we suck?

l don't know. Prove me wrong.

When l blow on this whistle,

l want you to sprint down court

towards the other baseline.

Every time you hear the whistle,

l want you to change direction.

You touch a baseline,

you can stop running.

Everybody get that?

-What an a**hole.

-l bet he has a small penis.

Why would you say that?

Because men with small penises

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