Love & Basketball

Swish! That's "horse."

- You can't make that.

- Watch me.

You guys are too easy.

Just wait till

I get big like Kareem.

You want to be like Kareem?

All his big butt do

is stand by the basket.

- I be blocking your stuff.

- Yeah, right.

Hey, look. Q.

I thought you said

only girls were moving in.

That's what my mom said.

Hope he can ball.

- Bet he's a scrub like Kelvin.

- Shut up.

- Can I play?

- No.

- You nice?

- Yeah, I'm nice.

All right.

You and Kelvin

against me and Jamal.

- Oh, man!

- He is a girl!

- Girls can't play no ball.

- Better than you.

- What a dog.

- She heard you.

She can only hear dog whistles.

- Check.

- Check.

Damn! She dogged you, man.

- Shut up!

- One-zip.

Lucky.

Damn!

I got her.

Told you I was nice.

I'm gonna be

the first girl in the NBA.

I'll be in the NBA.

You'll be my cheerleader.

Oh, God.

Be quiet.

How you feeling, munchkin?

You tough.

She needs to stop running

around like a boy.

- She's all right.

- Looking the way she does?

Camille, she'll be fine.

Let me find you some gauze.

Girl, who you trying to fool?

Alley-oop, dad.

Boy. New neighbors.

Really?

See, Quincy, this is how

your moms caught me.

With the old fake and bake.

Thought I was catching

a sister who could burn.

I can't do this shit.

Boy, what did I tell you

about using that word?

"Can't" should never be

in a man's vocabulary.

And why not?

'Cause when you say "can't",

you ain't a man.

- That's right.

- Zeke.

What? Oh, yeah.

Don't say shit.

Come on.

We should head on over.

Just you and Quincy, baby.

I got a meeting.

- With who?

- Some business folks.

You just got back

from a four-game road trip.

Nona, please don't

start bitching.

I got maybe

two years left to play.

I'm trying to put

some things together for us.

See you later, man.

Be good. I love you.

I love you, Dad.

So how long

have y'all been here?

We moved back here

when Quince was about five...

after Zeke was traded again.

The neighborhood was

a little more mixed then.

Before the black people

down the street...

became the black people

next-door. OK?

Thank you so much again.

This was terribly

nice of you, Nona.

Girl, don't worry about it.

It's the least I could do.

I love to cook.

You do? I cook for my friends'

parties back in Atlanta.

You're a caterer?

No. Once Nathan

gets settled in, though...

and the girls

are a little older...

that's certainly something

Mom would like to try.

Do you know as long as

I have lived next-door...

I have never seen

the inside of this house?

Let's just have a look.

Honey, put that

on the table for mom.

Quince, help her.

So how come you

can play basketball?

I just can.

I never knew

a girl that can play.

Momma says she doesn't

know why I act different.

- Your dad play?

- He works at a bank.

My dad plays for the Clippers.

He says I'm gonna be

a doctor or a lawyer...

but I'm gonna play for them.

Same number and everything.

I'm gonna be number 32,

like Magic.

He's all right.

My dad can take him.

What was the most points

you daddy ever got?

I don't know. A lot.

Well, one game,

Magic scored 48 points...

they only had

six-minute quarters...

and he sat out

the whole fourth quarter.

- You do act different.

- I don't care.

If anybody messes with you...

just let me know,

'cause I run this street.

I'll tell my sister Lena.

She don't know how to box.

My dad taught me

how to fight like Ali.

I know karate

from Almighty Isis.

Bet you can't do this, though.

How about this?

Monica. Sit still.

And don't sit

on your knees, sweetie.

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