Varsity Blues Page #4
Wendell, meet me at the mini-mart
at 10:
00 tonight.- For what ?
- I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
- Where's Billy Bob ? I can't find him.
- Kilmer.
He's been
riding the f*** out of Billy Bob.
Blaming him for Lance's knee.
Look man, I'm over this sh*t.
- I hear you.
- You don't hear me.
Kilmer's a f***ing racist.
You know how many yards
I average a game ? 133.
You know how many
touchdowns I have ?
Three. That's only because
I broke for over twenty yards each time.
If we're inside the 10, he gives the ball
to Lance or some white receiver.
It's bullshit.
I'm just Kilmer's black workhorse.
- Kilmer...
- Would he call Texas or A&M for me ?
F***, no !
My mom's been doing my recruiting.
She's got Grambling coming to see me.
Damn, Mox, I thought you knew.
This sh*t's f***ed-up.
F*** Kilmer.
I'll get you in the end zone.
We're cool, Mox.
Hey...
You got sh*t to tend to.
I'll see you at practice.
- Hey, how are you ?
- Tell me not to feel weird around you.
The last thing I need right now
is for anything to come between us.
We're friends.
We're just a little closer now.
- Okay ?
- Yeah, I guess we are.
- Thanks, Mox.
- No problem.
Would you listen to me ?
B*tches are all just panty droppers.
- You understand ? That's it.
- What ?
You give them a Percocet,
two Vicodins and a couple of beers,
and the panties drop.
It's very nice.
- You think you'll enjoy prison ?
- I don't know... What ?
- Where are we going tonight ?
- It's a surprise. I'm bringing Lance.
Nice...
What the f*** is that ?
Oh, my God.
It's star quarterback Jonny Moxon.
- Somebody hold me up.
- There's nothing going on with Darcy.
Nothing's ever happened.
You've never seen her
in her whipped-cream bikini ?
- No.
- Funny. That's how she got Lance.
- Jules, are we together or what ?
- I don't date football players.
- I've always been a football player.
- Number 26.
No, you were something different.
What a Kodak moment. Star Jonny
Moxon wondering who he really is.
- You don't think all this is hard ?
- On who ?
- Jules !
- Mox !
We had a thing and it was great.
Things have changed a little bit.
That's okay.
- You can't make me leave.
Oh, my God !
Everybody come meet Jonny Moxon.
The Mox ! The star quarterback
of the Coyotes is at my window.
- Good game, man.
- I'm your number-one fan.
These are from Brett.
You boys are on the house all night.
- Gentlemen...
- I'm gonna go nuts.
My gift to you.
To Kilmer !
- F*** Kilmer !
- Take my shot, you know I don't drink.
- You're drinking tonight.
- We got Elwood tomorrow.
Relax. Just chill, Wendell,
and look over your left shoulder.
Goddamn...
- Keep your shirt on, Billy Bob.
- It's a strip club, I'm here to work !
Here you go, have a beer.
Of all these guys, you're the only one
who visited me in hospital.
You're a good friend.
And also, I have to say...
Thanks for dragging me here.
I appreciate everything you've done.
You're not gonna try and hug me now ?
- Oh, my God, it's Miss Davis !
- Holy sh*t !
I want you to know I'm 18, and I've
had sex with older women before.
It was topical, it was erotic...
I gave it a 9.5.
I gave it a 10. A f***ing 10 !
Gentlemen,
I'd like to propose a toast.
- To Miss Davis.
- 10 !
- F*** me, it's seven o'clock.
- What did you just say ?
It's seven o'clock.
- God, what's that smell ?
- That's us.
Are we playing tonight ?
Jon Moxon, finding out
how the other half lives.
- He got crushed on that play.
- It's a true slaughter out there.
Kilmer can't be happy with his team.
Let the pom-pom girls play for you !
Worst game I ever seen !
- You said Elwood wasn't that good.
- They ain't. We're playing like sh*t.
- Can you stop them from planting me ?
- I got the squirts, Mox.
- That liquor's still in my system.
- I keep seeing Davis' ass in my face.
I'm hung-over, too. We're gonna
suck it up and put one in the end zone.
I-right, 495 curl, on one.
Eyes up !
Ready ? Break !
The hard work of so many
sacrificed...
...by the disrespect of a few.
Moxon...
You sacrificed the honour of this team
and the town that supports it.
Sh*t, you poisoned my team, son !
I hope last night was fun.
Was it fun ?
Your daddy was a no-talent p*ssy,
Cry-baby ?
You cost me my perfect season.
How does it feel ?
Cry me a river, you fat f***ing baby !
You disgust me.
My star quarterback is dragging
his leg around because of you !
And I got to watch you cry about it !
You know what ?
Get the f*** out of here.
I don't wanna see your fat face !
Get the f*** out of here.
People say you dragged ass because
you organised a drinking party.
- Save it, Dad.
- Save what ?
- You got the opportunity of a lifetime.
- It's not the opportunity of a lifetime.
Your attitude's wrong.
This is your opportunity...
Playing football here may have been
the opportunity of your lifetime.
But I don't want your life.
- What the hell's Bacon doing here ?
- Billy Bob wants you to take him.
- Mind if I take a seat ?
- Don't move.
This is for most-improved player
at lineman camp.
I was eleven.
- How'd you find me ?
- What the hell are you doing ?
Championship trophy. Steelers.
We were nine.
Remember this sh*t ?
Playing pee-wee ?
- Yeah, it was fun.
- No, it wasn't.
"Too fat, Billy Bob !"
"Too slow and dumb !"
We were just little kids, Mox.
It's like nothing was ever good enough.
- It's almost over.
- No.
It's over, man. It's so over.
- Come on. This is bullshit.
- What ?
You're gonna let football get you ?
What am I supposed to do ?
Why don't you f***ing tell me.
Quit ! Who gives a f*** about Kilmer's
I do !
I do...
Coach loved me like a son.
Treated me like one, too.
He told me to protect Lance,
and I didn't. I f***ed everything up.
Kilmer f***ed up,
and everyone knows it.
That's where you're wrong, Mox.
You're wrong.
Look, we got one more game left,
and we need you.
I need you.
Who the f***'s gonna protect my ass ?
Come on.
Your boney ass ?
I don't think I have a boney ass.
I think I have a very nice ass.
It is kind of nice.
Yeah ! F*** you and the horse
you rode in on, you son of a b*tch !
- We're worried about the Gilroy game.
- It's their first year in our district.
They were 4-A last year. They've been
killing people since they came to 3-A.
Believe me,
Mox will stick to the game plan.
- That's what we came to hear.
- Thank you, Sam.
- What's the deal with these kids ?
- These are my people.
Kyle, did you start a cult ?
That's so sweet !
Out ! Come on, freakos, get lost !
Now that's it ! No more religions.
You're healthy, you're playing football.
Jonny,
this letter came for you yesterday.
Brown...
"You have been admitted to the
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