The Blind Side Page #2

Thank you.

- Can I leave now?

- Yeah.

Take your book.

Why should he always stay in our home?

- He's gonna eat all our food.

- This is not true.

I try to be Christian about the son.

All right?

Let somebody else be

Christian about this kid.

You want me to throw him out

on the street like some dog?

Let somebody else take

over the responsibility!

Should I throw him out

on the street?

He's here all the time.

I just want to be with you!

All right. All right. Whatever

You win. I'll take care of it.

I don't care if Patrick Ramsey

approved the chair.

He's the NFL quarterback

not Martha frickin' Stewart.

Because there's a difference between

Bunny Williams and a La-Z-boy.

No. See, when MTV Cribs

comes to his house

he's gonna be showing off

his home theatre

all I'm gonna see is

a brown Barcalounger.

No. No, listen to me.

I'm the designer, my name is on it.

Deliver what I ordered!

All right? Thank you.

- What'd I miss?

- Collins has just got a dig.

It's a girl's volleyball, Mom.

You didn't miss anything.

- Come on Collins! Move your feet! Come on!

- Good job, Collins!

Go!

Collins, we're gonna wait

for you outside.

But don't double condition in

the shower, you have homework!

I'm going over to Cannon's to study.

SJ! SJ, do not go to the

girl's locker room again.

Come here!

SJ, come here!

Well, the big kid's been here

for a month

he's still not cutting in my class.

Why does Admissions do this?

I mean, it's not fair to us or the boy.

Just setting him up to fail.

I don't think, he has any idea

what I'm teaching.

And how would you know if he did?

He won't even talk.

- He writes.

- His name. Barely.

He thew this in the trash can.

"I look and I see white everywhere:

white walls, white floors,

and a lot of white people.

The teachers do not know I have no idea

of anything they are talking about.

I do not want to listen to anyone,

especially the teachers.

They are giving homework

and expecting me

to do the problems on my own.

I have never done homework

in my life.

I go to the bathroom,

look in the mirror and say,

"This is not Michael Oher."

He entitled it "White Walls."

How's the spelling?

Hi.

Smile at 'em.

It lets them know

you're their friend.

You're Big Mike, right?

I'm Sean.

But everyone calls me SJ.

It's for Sean junior,

my Father's name is Sean. Sean Tuohy.

He was a basketball star

at Ole Miss, point guard,

now he owns like

a million Taco Bells.

Manana.

- Who is that SJ?

- Big Mike.

Get you feet off my dash.

Thank you. Put on your seatbelt!

Big Mike?

Mike, I got a call from someone

at the police department.

Do you remember the story in the papers

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