Friday Night Lights Page #4

- Oh, God.

Don't talk about that.

Midland Lee likes to bust

it up the middle, too.

- You're right about that.

- You know what you should do?

You should play Boobie Miles defense.

Work him both ways.

The problem with that is I don't want to get

him hurt. We need him to score touchdowns.

Bullshit. That big n*gger

ain't gonna break.

You wanna beat Midland Lee,

you play him middle linebacker.

- Break some heads out there.

- Are you ready for Midland Lee, coach?

I got a letter from the government

The other day I opened and read it

This is not about Boobie.

This is about the fact that

we're sittin' here...

...in the stairwell,

while they're out there.

- I wanna be with a ball carrier.

- Baby, Boobie is...

Don't you Baby, Boobie me.

I wanna see somethin'.

Can I get a touchdown? How 'bout

that? Can I get a touchdown?

- Why don't you have a girlfriend?

- I don't know.

Why doesn't he have a girlfriend?

Is that a rule or somethin'?

No, not really.

Well, then,

why don't you have a girlfriend?

- Just don't.

- Are you gay?

- What?

- Is he gay?

- I'm not gay.

- Can you prove it?

Coach, here's to the start of

your second season as our head coach.

- We're here, we believe in you and Sharon.

- Thank you.

To sittin' here in December

as the state champions of Texas.

- Let's bring 'em hell. Go Mojo!

- Go Mojo!

- Go Mojo!

- Bring us some glory, Coach.

That's what I say

- Don't need nothin' but a good time

- Go! Go! Go!

Why isn't anyone allowed

at your house?

People come over.

When?

Is your mother really crazy?

No.

Are you crazy?

Do I look crazy?

Look like someone who's gonna get

the hell out of Odessa, Texas one day...

and never look back.

Seriously works for me.

See ya.

Get in here, boy.

- Come on. Get this off.

- Ow.

That's good.

Ow!

Take my shoes...

- Don't get so prude.

- Stop. We're on your couch.

Something for everybody. Oh.

Let's go to your room.

- Let's go to your bedroom.

- Dad, can you just go back to bed, please?

Who's this? This Melissa?

- Yes.

- Maria.

How you doin', Maria?

Damn, girl. You have grown up.

Dad, please.

Can you just go back to bed?

What happened to my lamp?

- Hey, y'all. What's goin' on?

- Hey, Flippy.

- Hi, Maria.

- What happened to my lamp?

- I dropped it.

- Yeah, you dropped it.

That makes perfect sense, huh?

He dropped it. Can't hold on to the lamp,

can't hold on to the football.

I can hold on to the football, Dad,

now get the hell out of here!

Little fumble,

can't hold on to the football.

Since when can you hold

on to the football?

I haven't seen it.

Y'all don't do it today?

How about yesterday?

You hold on to the football yesterday?

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