Whip It Page #5

to Mondays, Wednesdays,

'cause I wanna take an SA class on Tuesdays, Thursdays.

I'm impressed.

Me, too.

l like smart girls, that's

why I married your mama.

Well, that and I knocked her up.

So caught up in you, little girl

You're the one that's

got me down on my knees

So caught up in you, little girl

That I never want to get myself free

And, baby, it's true

You're the one

Who caught me Baby, you taught me

How good lt could be

Fill your days and your nights

No need to ever ask me twice

Oh, no

Whenever you want me

Shouldn't... Shouldn't we,

like, be practicing soon?

Yeah, hurry up, you guys,

we don't wanna be late.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Careful, Pee-Wee here might

get the idea we actually win.

You don't? HeIl, no. Never.

All that "We're Number 1 "

corporate crap doesn't apply.

Our bad attitude's an asset here.

Okay, ladies. Check it out.

Hot off the presses, brand new

playbooks compiled by yours truly.

Your hands clean?

Yes, my hands are clean.

Pay particular attention

to Play Number 3.

I think it's gonna blow your doors off.

Smashley, you're late as per usual.

I know.

Well, then you must also know that

there's nothing cool about being late.

Hey... RAZOR:
Let's hit the track.

Who's up for Lovejoy's later

tonight? $2 pitchers. Beer?

SMASHLEY:
I'm in.

ROSA:
Me, too.

I'm in.

You weren't invited.

I'm still in.

There's no such thing as a scrimmage.

We practice the way we play.

Maven, you know what to do.

Bliss, show me something good.

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

You ready? (SCOFFS) Am I ready?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

RAZOR:
Let's go, ladies. Skate.

Don't block your own player, let's go.

Crossover the turn, stay

low. Crossover the turn.

Bend those knees. Bend those

knees. Bend those knees.

BLISS:
Ow!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

What the hell was that?

You had Maven beat, but she smoked you

'cause you're too scared to throw a hit.

And then you quit.

I need you to be a lot more...

l want you to start

being a lot... Ruthless.

Yeah.

That's right, you little peanut,

l need you to be ruthless.

This is a contact sport, Bliss.

Eventually I'm gonna

need you to make contact.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Next group up. Back off, Razor.

MAGGIE:
Just ignore

him. SMASHLEY:
We do.

Seriously.

l mean, he's right. I'm not cutting it.

You know what I like to

think about before every game?

My ex.

Little piece of advice, Bliss.

Don't fall for your regional manager

and think that he's

not gonna give you crabs

because he cheated on

you, 'cause it happens.

And when I think about myself in the

shower, using that special shampoo,

which, for the record, doesn't make

anyone feel very special at all,

I really, really wanna hit somebody.

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