Coach Carter Page #3

Are you some preacher man

or some sh*t?

Because God ain't gonna do you

no good in this neighborhood.

- l live in this neighborhood, sir.

- Sir.

Can you believe

this uppity Negro, sir?

Okay, Mr. Cruz...

- ...leave the gym right now.

- For what?

l'll ask you one last time

to leave the gym

- before l help you leave.

- Before you what?

Do you even know who l am?

From what l can see, a very confused

and scared young man.

Scared of who? Scared of you?

l'm supposed to be scared of you?

Nigga, l ain't scared of nobody.

l will lay your ass out.

l don't think so.

All right.

What you doing? Get off me!

Teachers ain't supposed

to touch students.

l'm not a teacher.

l'm your new basketball coach.

This ain't over!

ls there anybody else

who's not feeling this contract?

Come on, man, where you going?

l don't do high school contracts.

Tell us when you need

the real ballers.

l will do that, sir.

There goes our two leading scorers

from last season, man.

There goes our two leading scorers

from last season, man.

Then l guess we'll have new

leading scorers this season, huh?

Now, l cannot teach you the game

of basketball

until your conditioning is at a level

that allows me to do so.

Gentlemen, report to the baseline.

To the baseline!

l presume you all know

what suicides are.

So...

l saw the St. Francis game

the other night.

None of you have a problem

shooting the ball.

You all had a problem

getting up and down the court.

lf you are late, you will run.

lf you give me attitude,

you will do push-ups.

So you can push-up or shut up.

That's up to you.

- Yo, how many we gonna do?

- Sir.

Yo, sir, how many we gonna do?

Let's see how many you can do

in one hour and seven minutes.

Fellas, don't make me

commit homicide.

l said, suicides!

Put your hand on the line!

Put your hand on the line!

Damn, l can't keep this sh*t up, man.

l can barely walk.

- l know, my legs is hella sore, son.

- Need some Gatorade or something.

- There go your girl right there, son.

- Yeah.

Hey, what's with you and her homeys?

You gonna try to holler at them?

Man, l'm hollering

at both of the friends.

- Both of them?

- Yeah, because l need that.

You know, l need variety in my life.

l can't just have one girl.

You know what l'm saying?

l need both.

Hey.

- What's up, baby?

- How you doing?

Ladies, ladies, ladies. Y'all heard

about that two-for-one special, right?

Two of you, one of me.

Now, that's special.

- Please. Whatever, Worm.

- Yeah, special ed.

- Get your arm off me.

- l like this fox.

You working that chinchilla.

But, look, baby, me and you...

You need to tell him to stop playing it

so close. She don't even like him.

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