Varsity Blues Page #3
I mean, what about you and Jules ?
- Is there a future ?
- Yeah... I mean, she's great.
I got another year
till she's graduating...
I love spending time with her.
Things change, Mox.
You're the starting quarterback now.
- Well, you're here.
- You're not coming in ?
Not tonight. It doesn't seem right
with Lance all f***ed-up.
You don't always have to do
the right thing, Mox.
We'll continue this any time you want.
Hey, girls.
- Hey, Tweeder, how you doing ?
- Good. How are you ?
- Well, if it ain't Charley Tweeder.
- Yes, it is.
- How are we doing tonight ?
- We are doing fine.
- Congratulations.
- Congratulations to you, too.
Congratulations for what ?
For getting to wear
such cute "mount me" hats.
- Mount me ?
- Not right away. After a few drinks...
We just wanna make sure
no one drinks and drives.
- You got a smart mouth.
- I know, and I'm gonna watch it.
I'm gonna go home. Take these drinks.
I don't wanna drink and drive.
There'll be no drinking and no driving.
- It's time for you to go home.
- You're right. I'm going home.
- All right ? I'm going home.
- Bye, Tweeder.
- You hurt my feelings. I'm going home.
- Where's Billy Bob ?
- And you can kiss my ass !
- He's taking the car !
I'm gonna go to jail.
Son of a b*tch !
- Great game tonight.
- Thanks.
- How much ?
- Your money's no good here.
Moxon, you are under arrest for not
being naked with a sophomore chick
with her tongue. Get in the car !
- Tweeder ?
- Damn right.
We're all naked and we got handcuffs
and cool sh*t to play with.
- Now take off your clothes and get in.
- Mox, will you come keep me warm ?
Oh, sh*t...
I can't go with you,
but I'll give you my jacket.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Sorry, Mox, I got to bail.
Ladies...
Shut up and hold on to your nipples.
- You weren't asleep, were you ?
- No, I was naming my unborn children.
- How's Lance ?
- He's out of the first surgery.
They'll have to go back in there
in a few weeks.
- I'm gonna go see him tomorrow.
- I heard you played a great game.
- It was strange.
- Strange to be a god now ?
I don't know. I mean...
We did win, you know ?
I don't know. I've just been
walking around for a while.
- What's wrong ? Want me to come out ?
- No...
I'm just gonna go home.
It's been a really weird night.
I don't know... I'll see you tomorrow.
They stole a State Trooper car,
and then they exposed themselves
to the Ladies' Auxiliary.
These players nowadays are lawless.
They're all hopped up on beer
and painkillers, is what it is.
They exposed themselves ?
They pressed their wangers
against the glass at the Alano Club
while the girls were rehearsing
the Christmas pageant.
Wangers on the glass
at the Alano Club ? No. No good.
We never stole no cars. I can't let
these boys get away with this stuff.
Earl... Are my boys
too much trouble for you ?
No, Coach. They're just kids.
- Sam's boy looked good last Friday.
- They all get a sweet hand sometime.
Moxon sure ain't got what Lance had.
I want to know where Jon Moxon
came from. A 40-yard touchdown !
- Nice game, Jonathan.
- Thank you.
See you in class.
Bitching wheels. That's a nice car
on a teacher's salary.
- I'm going to see Lance. Wanna come ?
- This is Olin Buchanan of KPJT.
How is it to be out of Harbor's shadow
and showing everyone
you've been underrated ?
Gee... Lance Harbor
left some pretty big shoes to fill.
I don't know that I'll ever
get the job done like he did.
Are you planning to play
in the Ivy League ?
Ivy League... ?
Heck, I don't know.
I don't know.
I just want to thank God
and my team-mates for the win today.
I mean, Jonathan Moxon's
only one man... I'm just one man.
- Thanks.
- All right. Thank you.
"Gee" ? "Heck" ?
You even thanked God.
- You're a scary superstar.
- Come on, Jules.
You referred to yourself as one man.
You're really enjoying this.
Why not ? It's a trip.
I'm gonna go meet my dad.
All right.
Let's razzle-dazzle the dummy D
with the old hook and ladder.
- That play don't work.
- We'll have a little fun then !
Hook and ladder, left, on one.
Ready ? Break !
Is this the one where I trot downfield
and act like I'm lost ?
- Huddle back up again.
- Give me a huddle !
- Tweeder's gonna pitch you the ball.
- No !
Just catch the ball ! "Oh, a ball.
I'm gonna catch it." That's all.
- I'm not an eligible receiver.
- Just catch the damn ball.
- Fine.
- Ready ? Break !
When did the circus come to town ?
I didn't see no trucks.
- It would've been six if he caught it.
- For which team ?
You listen hard. Stick to the basics !
Stick to the basics ! Stick to the basics !
We're a running team. You only call
what I tell you to call. You hear me ?
You are the damn dumbest
smart kid I know.
Come in.
No, don't sit.
It won't take a minute.
You're dragging ass,
and it's f***ing up my universe.
You're fat, slow,
all of a sudden you're lazy.
If it wasn't for you,
I'd still have Lance.
- Coach, my head...
- I don't want no excuses.
I want you to fix it.
Get out of here.
Get the hell out.
Mox, wait up.
- What time ?
- What time what ?
When are you coming over tonight ?
It's half-price night at the gun club.
My folks never get home before twelve.
- I visited Lance today in the...
- This is about you and me.
I'm not telling anyone
you're coming over.
Anytime after seven.
Why be good ? I'm always good.
Where's my upside to being good ?
I'm 18, it's not like I'm married to her.
She invited me. I'm just being polite.
Right, Kyle ?
Kyle... ?
I only answer to one name :
The great El Ali Akbar Shabazz Da.
- That's a bunch of names.
- There's only one God. Praise Allah.
Yeah, but would Allah nail Darcy
if he had the chance ?
- I think he would.
- As-Salaam Alaikum.
Okay...
- I gave up on you.
- Am I too late ?
Come in.
I'm glad you came. It's kind of weird
to have you in my house.
Yeah, I feel like
I'm doing something illegal.
Well, not yet.
Look at me, I'm a mess.
No one ever sees me like this.
I think this is the best
I've ever seen you look.
You're sweet, Mox,
but you know you are.
Nice house.
I was about to make
an ice cream sundae.
You want one ?
- Yeah, have one. I'll make it.
- All right.
- Do you want whipped cream ?
- Sure.
Come here.
Wait, wait, wait.
I can't.
We can't. This is not...
I'm really sorry.
- What ? You're sorry ?
- There's Lance, there's Jules...
I don't know if I love Jules,
but I might.
What I do know is, I don't love you,
but Lance might love you...
I don't love Lance.
It was never about love.
It was about me getting a better life.
Lance and I were gonna leave.
Now he'll stay in West Canaan, manage
a Wal-Mart and coach JV football.
Darcy...
I just wanted to go with you.
You're gonna get out of West Canaan
on your own.
You're smart.
- Unbelievable.
- What ?
I usually fall for
the whipped-cream bikini every time.
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