All Things Fall Apart Page #4

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Sittin' up with in

motherf***er reading books

playing love jeopardy.

I did not want

to f*** that b*tch...

F*** you, man.

What?

Yo, chill out.

Say that

one more time.

He didn't mean

nothing by it.

One more time!

One more time

for what?

What is going

on in here?

Baby, are

you all right?

I'm all right,

I'm all right.

He pushed me

over the table.

Why you do

that, Sean?

What if he

hurt himself?

No matter, you always take his side.

This is not sides, baby.

You coulda hurt your brother,

you coulda hurt yourself.

It's nothing.

It's over some girl he like

and I got her phone number

and I asked him if he called

and he got mad.

Sean, what

are you thinking?

We got the biggest game of

your brother's career coming up.

Now what if he cut

himself on that glass.

What if he didn't play

to his fullest

in front of all the scouts

that we know are gonna be there.

Your actions affect

the entire family.

I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Don't worry about it.

Sean.

Barnes!

I don't need you getting into

any kind of dick waving contest

to see who can

lift the most weight.

You gotta keep your legs alive

for Oregon on Friday night.

I'm focused

on the ball game, Coach.

I'm not gonna mess it up. I promise.

I believe you.

But I don't want you in

here after another hour.

One hour, you're done.

All right?

I mean it.

I'll be outta here.

One hour.

What the f***

you doing in here

with the regular

population, homie?

Coach said if he caught

me in the gym over an hour

he'd kill me,

so I came over here.

You wanna

lift weights?

Just a few minutes.

Yo, D. How much

you weighing there?

Woo.

Let's get this money,

big homie.

Let's do this.

You gonna get far, baby.

This is lightweight

for me.

Let's make

it happen.

One for the mansion,

two for the Maybach,

three for the b*tches,

four for the highlight.

Five for the fame.

I said five for the fame.

Man, you always got to go

all messed up.

Man, you ran it on me.

Boy, get mine.

Oh, God.

Hot hot damn.

What the f***

you laughing at?

What you get

mad at me for?

F*** this sh*t, man.

I'ma stay skinny.

That way my dick

look bigger.

The only Heisman trophy pose

I want to do

is when I grab

a b*tch purse.

Get back, b*tch!

I'm outta here. You can have that sh*t.

Hey.

Hey, you think you can give me a spot?

You want

me to spot you?

Why not?

Okay.

Here comes

the muscle.

Okay, you don't need me so I'm gonna go.

Help, help.

Say please.

Help, please.

Please, baby,

help me.

See, I did

need you.

How was I?

Great.

It was

my first time.

Your first time?

Mm-hm.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Hey, yo, D.

What up?

You just can't be busting

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