Love & Basketball Page #2

He has me riding the bench.

- You lost your head.

- I was showing emotion.

So it's all right

for you to act like that?

Whatever.

- What did you do?

- Nothing.

I don't know why

I keep hoping...

you'll grow out

of this tomboy thing.

I won't. I'm a lesbian.

That's not funny.

That's what you think...

'cause I'd rather wear

a jersey than an apron?

Please.

Monica, I think what

your mother is saying is...

Maybe it's time

you start thinking

about other things

beside basketball.

What?

One game left and

you haven't been recruited.

Munchkin, I wanted this

as bad as you did...

but we have to face reality.

The coach from USC

will be at the championship.

I know, but chances are...

Chances are

there's still a chance.

If you would just listen

to someone for a change...

you'd realize you have a lot

going for yourself.

You're smart.

You would be pretty if you'd

do something with your hair.

I don't know why you run around

with your hair looking like...

"Who shot John

and forgot to kill him."

You'd be real pleasant-looking

if you'd smile.

My mom's about to be home.

I'm not good enough

to meet your moms?

Now, girl.

If my moms knew I had a hottie

like you up in the crib...

she would beat

the black off of me.

That's a lot of beatin'.

Hey, girl.

Your hair looks

really cute like that.

Thanks.

So, do you know who Q is asking

to the spring dance?

Nope.

Come on, girl.

You live right next-door.

Just tell me

who's been creeping.

There's just so many,

I can't keep track.

Can you give him this for me?

Please?

Give it yourself.

I'm not trying

to look all fast.

Thanks, girl.

Good lord, look at that booty.

I want to lick the sweat off.

Quincy, so help me out.

Where's it gonna be?

I'll see you at

the press conference, baby.

Four years, I've been

writing about your son.

Did that cover story on you two

in "Sunday Magazine."

You'd love for him to play

at USC like you, right?

No, I'd love for him

to get a good education.

See you at

the press conference.

Fine. Blow me off.

Never like that, baby.

We should have another talk

with Coach Carile of Princeton.

Come on, Pop.

There's no way an lvy League

team will go all the way.

I don't care about

the team, Quincy.

I care about the school.

Didn't we have

this conversation already?

Right.

You played a good game today.

I was proud of you.

Thanks, man.

You up for a game later?

I don't want to hurt

your feelings now.

You don't want

to hurt that back.

I gotta bend down low

to guard you.

Anyway, I gotta get

to this meeting...

so tell your mom

I'm gonna be late.

Don't work too hard.

Let's hope I can say

the same about you someday.

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