Coach Carter Page #4

- Why not? Worm's the man.

- Worm is Worm.

Anyway, l got something

for the baby today.

We don't even know if it's a baby yet.

l mean, it's kind of early.

You ain't even been

to the doctor yet.

Hello? l passed the pregnancy test,

Kenyon. Three times.

- These are kind of cute, though.

- l know, l got good taste, right?

Yeah, all right.

Precious little shoes.

Well, l got a little

somethin'-somethin' for you too.

Thank you.

This definitely is a little something.

- Where'd you get this?

- Don't sleep on the 99 Cent Store.

Kenyon!

- What? What's up?

- What are you doing? Give me!

- Are you crazy?

- Are you crazy?

You got that for 99 cents?

l've been there.

You can get three brooms and a bucket

for 99 cents, with some toilet paper.

That's like thread.

That's not even half a shoelace.

Well, would you like to see me

in this shoelace?

Quick feet! Let me see quick feet!

Touch the floor! Stay big! Stay big!

Three push-ups and move.

One! Two! Three!

Let's go. Explode!

Let me hear you. Let me hear you!

Let me hear it.

Explode! Worm, explode!

Touch the floor! Touch the floor!

Give me five!

Just give me five! Push!

Push! Go! Go!

Let me hear you!

Come on, close out!

Explode! Let's go!

Sir, you're 20 minutes late.

That's ten suicides for the

whole team, 250 push-ups for you.

This ain't the track team, man.

Nor is it the debate team, Mr. Lyle.

But you're right.

And because you're right,

that's 20 suicides for the entire team

and you get the privilege

of joining Mr. Battle

- with 250 push-ups of your own.

- What, are you serious?

- Yeah.

- This is bullshit!

Good answer, Mr. Battle.

Johnny, tell him what he's won.

Because you gave

such a good answer

and you gave the coach attitude,

you win the bonus prize

of 500 push-ups!

And would you like to go

for the grand prize of a thousand?

No, sir.

To the baseline!

On my whistle! Let's go!

J.B., come on, baby.

l can't even move, son.

Like, every muscle on my body hurts.

- You can't say nothing to him.

- Why can't l say nothing to him?

l'm a white boy? Man, what the--?

Right here. Right here.

Get this dude right here. Get this dude.

Where you going, homey?

Where you going, huh?

- l ain't got sh*t.

- What?

Please don't shoot me, man.

Go on, take my bag, dog!

Run your sh*t, homey!

That's some bullshit, Cruz!

Yo, l'm gonna visit you in County, dog.

l'm just playing, B.

Look at you!

Damn! l seen y'all

walking from up the block

like somebody put a pipe

in your asses.

You all right, dog?

Look, y'all wasn't winning with me,

but y'all damn sure

look sad without me.

But you know what?

l'm gonna watch y'all play.

See y'all get your asses kicked.

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