White Men Can't Jump Page #6
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- Year:
- 1992
- 115 min
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glorious life together,
I bought a car from the Stuccis
for 3 grand.
It was sh*t.
I didn't want to pay.
their money back,
they would cut me up.
He had to
get the money back.
The Stuccis decided
to fix a basketball game.
Billy agreed,
but halfway through,
he got pissed off
and didn't throw it.
The Stuccis
lost a bundle.
Wake up, girlfriend.
It's your boyfriend.
He's got some problems.
He's just bad with money.
The Stuccis are
still after us.
It's a sad story.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not giving
you the money.
I might, however,
be willing to discuss
other arrangements.
Hey, there's Cadee.
That ain't Cadee.
Oh, that's Eddie.
All right, listen up.
We have a solution.
Tell them to move.
They're black women.
You think I'm crazy?
Here's the scenario.
Rhonda's going to give me
some of the money back.
We figured out a way
to get the rest.
You guys need to
kiss, make up,
and play
in that tournament.
Hell, no.
I ain't playing with
that son of a b*tch.
I don't hustle with people
who are dishonest.
That's something
I cannot do.
That's not fair.
Farrakhan disciple
son of a b*tch.
No, I ain't doing it.
The stars belong
to everyone
Everyone
They gleam there
for you and me
The flowers in spring
The robins that sing
The sunbeams that shine
They're yours,
they're mine...
Welcome to the first annual
Two-On-Two For Brotherhood
Basketball Tournament,
also known as the TTBBT,
sponsored by a coalition
of American corporations
in the spirit of promoting
brotherhood among us all.
That's bullshit.
And now,
let the games begin!
Hey, wait!
Oh, look at that.
Why can't you check somebody,
mushroom head?
You fat mustard
and butter sandwich.
What you
talking about?
We ain't got
They spend too much time arguing
with each other about their mothers,
and both their mothers
are ugly.
All right,
all right.
Yeah, sack it.
Yeah, that's two...
One for you.
One for you.
Work-release program
or something.
Motherf***er
was just on parole, man.
These two we definitely
have to worry about.
This is Flight. That's Willie.
They can play.
They'll be
Oh!
Sh*t, that's
just too easy!
No, that sh*t
is too easy!
It's too easy!
No, that sh*t is too easy!
F*** it.
I don't want
to play no more.
We won't
play no more.
Hey, chump.
Yeah, you,
tater head.
You know
who I'm talking about.
If that's
your best game,
grab that free T-shirt
and head home.
What the hell
are you doing?
Did you bring
Mighty Mouse?
You're too pretty
to play basketball.
You got that big "Z"
in your fro, man.
Are you
the black Zorro?
That's enough.
You get your haircut
at the Braille institute?
What's Opie Taylor
talking about?
Opie Taylor?
I got your Opie,
you big, bad, Gomer Pyle,
droopy-eyed son of a b*tch.
Take your ass
back to Mayberry.
Tell Aunt Bee
to have my bean pies,
or I'll kick her ass.
Hey, Lurch and Morticia.
What the f***
are you doing?
I'm doing two things.
I'm making them mad.
They won't play good.
You're embarrassing me.
That's the other thing
I'm doing.
You're not
embarrassing me.
You're pissing me off.
Good. I assume you play better
when you're mad.
Am I right?
I'm not listening.
But you are hearing me.
You're hearing me.
You still
throwing up bricks?
What did I say?
You still
throwing up bricks?
What is this,
a mason's convention?
I need a welding torch
to play in this league.
Let's stop and gather
all these bricks.
Let's build
a homeless shelter
so maybe your mother
has a place to live.
F*** you!
F*** that f***er!
And your sister, too.
I want your mother and your sister
out of my house.
Black ball.
What the f*** you talking about,
black ball?
What are you, racist?
I'm talking about
your jersey.
Here you go, sir.
How you feeling today?
Didn't I school you
once before?
You going to
give us a game?
Give us something, man.
Don't let him pull that move on you,
Rastafari.
Don't let him
pull that move.
That's the move!
Oh! That's the move!
I tried to warn you.
You call that defense?
You gonna
give us a game?
Will we get
a little competition?
with my Saturday.
There's this chicky babe
from the fabulous four
watching his
big old ugly ass.
Bring it on, bad boy!
Oh!
But he ain't got sh*t!
He ain't got sh*t!
He ain't got sh*t!
Ah! You suckers!
Bunch of suckers.
What a great
no-look pass.
The mustard
is off the hot dog.
My man ain't getting nothing
tonight.
Lurch, I looked up
basketball player
in the dictionary,
and it said "not you."
Be quiet!
Bring it on,
bad boy!
Excuse me.
I'm talking here.
Shut up.
Pretty boy,
I'll be D-ing up on you
if you make it
to the finals.
Hey, I got some
bean pie for you.
You ain't gonna see $5,000.
You may see 5,000 beans.
Do you ever shut up?
What the f***
are you worried about?
I'm in the f***ing zone.
It's one thing
to embarrass me.
It's another
motherfucking thing
to piss these guys off
that we have to play.
That's plain
f***ing stupid.
Listen to your teammate,
bucket head.
You've gone past stupid
into a new category.
It's called suicide, chump.
Call me chump.
OK, bad boy.
What the f***
is up with you?
What are you
worried about?
I'm in the zone.
They're pissed off.
I'm in the zone.
This isn't about
black and white.
This is about money,
you got that?
Look, man, I need
this 5 grand.
I won't let you
blow this for me.
You pissed off?
No, I ain't pissed off.
You pissed off at me?
You want to get me
in this f***ing zone.
You ain't good enough.
Is that another
brother thing,
you f***ing racist?
There's certain
things you can't do.
I can hear Jimi!
You can't hear Jimi.
F*** you!
Good, f*** me.
Say it with feeling.
F*** you!
F*** me! F*** me!
Check, a**hole.
Go, Lurch.
Check it, Casper.
You got sh*t for brains,
d*ckhead.
F*** you, f*ggot.
Let's go!
I got it
Watch magic
I got it, hey
I got something
that makes me OK
Stop them before
we lose our sponsors.
You start fighting,
neither of us will make money.
That bullshit
passing you doing.
Come on, man.
I hope this
doesn't get worse.
Now I got a move
that tells me what to do
Some kind of deal
Now I got a move
that tells me what to do
Sometimes I feel so nice
Why didn't you dunk it?
Give me
the f***ing ball, man.
Take the goddamn
ball out.
I'm in love
I love to do my thing
And I don't need
no one else
Brick!
You got the lane.
Take a shot.
Give me a better pass.
I have a better break.
It was a f***ing
great pass.
Tired of
piggybacking you.
You piggybacking me?
Yeah.
Wham! Come on!
Stuff it down
You ever been
to flight school?
I'm going to
the seventh floor
and dropping you off
at the fifth.
Stay on him!
Go Flight!
Go Flight!
Thank you, thank you.
Big f***ing deal.
Can you do it?
Huh?
Yeah! Yeah!
What it's all about
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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