Lords Of Dogtown Page #2

You cut the check. Thanks.

Oh, man. l'm still short.

You got any cash, J.B.?

Yeah, right here.

-l can't do that.

-No, no, no. Mom, check it out.

lt's got Sid's name on it.

l love you boys.

Mom, Skip is putting together

a skate team.

Far out.

Hey, so who do you think

they're gonna put on the team?

Hopefully all of us.

-Come on.

-Shut up.

Hey, listen, when you're riding for one

of these shops around town-- Yeah?

You mean a little f*ggot shop?

--you can have off days.

You have an off day riding

for this shop, it's treason.

Yeah, you got to approach every day

like it's your last. All right?

-Yep.

-Anyone got a problem with that?

-Nope.

-No.

-Stecyk?

-Peggy.

-Oh, no way.

-Take off your shirt, Peggy.

-Wentzle.

-See them Tater Tots.

-Jay.

-Shut up.

-Biniak.

-Let me see.

-Yes.

-Shogo.

T.A. Red Dog. Baby Sid.

Wear them with pride, man.

Yeah, wear them with pride, man.

Or we'll rip them off your bony backs,

you understand?

-Yeah.

-That's insane.

Okay.

Now, has everyone seen this?

-Skateboard competition.

-You can't even read.

You have one month to prepare.

And we're gonna have training

starting at 4 every day, all right?

We gotta get serious here.

We have to...

...because there are gonna be

hundreds of skaters from all over...

...and we need to shut them down.

Yeah!

Montoya, come on.

We got you guys some gifts.

l don't know why.

Yeah!

-l want the blue one.

-lnsane.

-Who's pushing?

-Let's go.

-Thanks, Skip.

-Let's go.

Hey, Skip,

you got one for Stacy, right?

Come on.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, l'm not bailing

your asses out of jail.

Oh, sh*t. Get the gate. Get the gate.

-Hey! Hey! Get back here!

-Close the door. Come on. Quick.

-Get back here!

-Come on.

lt was supposed to keep them

out of trouble, man.

Let us in!

Get back here! Hey!

Speed wobble!

-A**hole.

-Dude, he's got the inner-ear problem.

Suck my inner ear, Jay boy.

F***ing dick!

Hey. Move!

Hey, Donnie.

-Hey, what's up, guys?

-What's up, Mark?

Hey.

Hey, Philaine.

You guys look bad as sh*t.

Look at you.

You get off me, lady.

Bitchen, huh? Hey.

-You hungry?

-Yeah.

-l got tamales in the kitchen.

-Come on, guys. Let's go.

-l'm starving.

-What's going on?

She's-- She's crazy, Jay.

That's why you love her, right?

Mark, can you--? Yeah, just grab

a load and give us a minute.

Thanks.

Hey, man, cover that sh*t up,

you know.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

Like, what? Was he kidding?

You look good. You know?

Come on. Let me see the back.

l like it. You look good.

You'll always be my boy, you know.

Don't worry about that.

Dude, l want you to have this.

Come on, Jay.

Jay!

You learned that trick from me.

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