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all right? Relax.

What's the deal?

I'm gone for a couple of hours

and you're already

taking my girl, Big Mike?

- What's up, dude?

- You get right home and get some rest.

I will, man.

What's up, baby?

I was worried about you.

You were the one

who got hurt, stupid.

No, you don't understand.

I was worried that

if I hurt myself,

who was going to take care

of you over there at Duke?

Oh, right, right.

You're still going to play

"Big House" with me, though, right?

Hey, stop it with that.

Then you better

stop getting hurt.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

You kids need to get back

to the dorms. Let's go, Hugo.

I'm going to give

a shout at the boys, all right?

- Mike.

- Hey, man.

- We did our thing today, bro'.

- Yeah, we did good.

What's up, Em?

How are you doing?

Hugo.

Thought we lost you

there for a second, bro.

I ain't going nowhere.

But did we take it to them or what?

You took it to them by yourself.

You know that, player.

You're coming to

that party off campus?

Yeah, I need to get a ride

with my dad, though.

All right, man.

Don't take too long.

Later, Hugo.

Come on, don't worry.

He'll get there.

Yeah, Roger.

We've got

plans tonight, man.

When I passed out,

I think I had a vision.

Have you ever ridden on the handlebars

on one of your friends' bikes before?

Yeah.

Well, I used to ride on the bars

and try to close my eyes.

I could never do it.

It's some scary sh*t,

cause you've got...

to try to trust

the other person not to crash.

You're tripping me out

right now.

I feel like I can

close my eyes with you.

Look...

we're 18,

and personally,

I'm not trying to get married by some

Elvis impersonator in Vegas, but...

I figured maybe we could pretend

for a while, you know?

That is the sweetest thing

I've ever heard.

Oh, yeah!

Now we're feeling good,

huh?

Go get them, tiger.

Now go out there and

you find that girl.

- Time to pull some weeds.

- Just for the record,...

why am I

doing this again?

Because this is

how you get Desi's attention.

Now get your honky

ass in gear.

It's about team work.

Hey.

- Excuse us, Roger.

- Excuse you?

We're talking.

What, are you diagramming

some basketball plays?

What did you say?

I don't care if your father

owns the whole f***ing school.

Sh*t. Excuse me.

Roger!

Take it easy, big guy.

- Not so tough, now, are you?

- Hey, Rog!

What are you talking about?

Stop it!

Your shooting ability

isn't helping you now, is it?

Take it easy, pal.

Back it off.

Stop it, man. Come on.

That's enough.

Oh my God, Roger.

You're bleeding.

Sh*t.

So, this lad loses

a pint of blood,

and you guys have got nothing

to say for yourselves.

It was an accident, Pop.

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