Worthless

Be strong.

You can do this. Everyone's counting on you.

Hello. You could knock, thanks.

Dad wants you downstairs...

Hey, wait a second. Are those my socks?

- What? We have the same ones. - No.

Yours are the purple ones, mine are the pink,

so, you better take them off now, Talia...

- Skank. - Bitch.

Hey, you know what?

- Mom! - Oh, and you know what?

You are never borrowing my car again because...

- I don't wanna borrow your stupid car. - ...the last time you did,

you and your friends left potato chips...

- I don't eat potato chips! - ...all over the back of it,

not to mention no gas in my car.

Dad, gave you a gas card Jazz! Oh, you know what?

Not all of us rely on dad.

- Are you done? - No!

Actually, there's quite a lot more that I could say.

Girls, good morning.

Yeah, it was a good morning till Jazz came bursting in my room

bitching about everything.

Jazz, lighten up!

- Thank you, Mom. - Oh, really?

I don't wanna hear impossible. I wanna hear "I'm Possible".

And I don't care about your kid's ball game,

your poker tournament, or your sister's ass.

The only reason for you being on the face of this planet today

is to be in Dallas at 2:00.

Get the contract signed and keep your job.

- You got it? - I understand that, Mr. Medici, but...

Good.

Okay. You're right. Yeah. No, I'll... I'll get it done today. I'm sorry.

- You're right, sir. - Okay.

I haven't heard from you all week.

Can you take about 4 minutes and get me caught up to speed

on what's been going on in your life.

4 minutes to explain the last 168 hours?

Okay.

Well, let's see.

Short version, Leah and I bought tickets to see a Broadway show.

Oh, and I got new speakers for my car

and they sound like, totally awesome.

Oh, and I won. I won a free month of tanning at the Golden Spas.

You know those, like, little raffle ticket things

they have next to the cash register?

Listen to yourself! I'm not interested in any of that trivial crap.

Can you tell me something about your future, your career,

something that I would be interested in.

Yeah.

I've been doing really good in my studies.

I aced my exam on Tuesday.

And, today is cheer tryouts.

So, I'm recruiting new members and I'm getting ready for the competitions next week.

Well, it's very important that you win those competitions.

- You know, those competitions... - Yes, Daddy. I know!

My mother's a state champ. My sisters are state champs. I have a lot to live up to.

- You've told me every day since I was 5. - Well then, good.

You know what's expected of you.

Why does everyone have to be so powerful?

Can't we just like, I don't know, be what we want to be?

Well sure, if what you wanna be is #1 then yes.

- Well, we did place at prelims. - "Place"?

- Yeah. - What do you mean, "place"?

Do you even know what the word means?

Place is an undescribed area.

I mean, if my firm placed on every case we took on,

you and your mother would be buying clothes off the rack.

I mean, just using one wrong word can lead a client to jail

and change their life forever.

You really need to understand what words mean.

- Second place. - I'm sorry?

I said, we got second place.

You're really not listening to what I'm saying, are you?

Second place is first loser.

Sweetie, I... got to go.

And can you kill that lipstick? It makes you look like a hooker.

What?

You know what!

Calling your daughter a hooker, Gio? Come on.

I mean, she's probably in there crying.

I'm the one that should be crying.

I mean, c'mon, what do you want me to do?

I didn't call her a hooker, I said she looked like one.

It's the same difference.

A hooker wearing my socks no less.

You know if she touches my stuff again, Dad, you need to take away her car,

or better yet you need to take away her credit card 'cuz heaven forbid,

she can't buy a new outfit every two weeks.

Okay. Love you.

Mother...

And who cares if she doesn't win state?

I mean, there is no need for her to feel like she let the whole family down.

Let's assume you're right. Let me ask you a question.

Don't give me that lawyer bullshit, Gio.

We're not in a court room, we're in my kitchen.

Don't be like your father, Gio.

That was different, and we agreed never to bring that up again, Priscilla.

No, it's not different.

Don't you see? You are treating her exactly the way your father treated you.

I'm not about to spend 24 months with a shrink her like I did with you.

Look, I'm sorry but you have got to back off.

You know the number one reason why most men die before their wives?

They want to.

Yeah. And the number 2 reason?

Poison in the coffee.

Have a good day.

Did you wanna see me?

That's six complaints from parents, Mitch.

Two letters from the board,

and as the principal, I am being held accountable for all of it and I don't like it.

And?

And... we've been over this!

That's enough.

No more derogatory name calling to these students.

You cannot be calling them pussies and faggots

or anything else for that matter.

And just so that we don't have this conversation again,

from now on, you will address each student by their jersey number.

Not their name, their number.

Not their nickname, their number.

Understood?

All this because I called some boys that are one year removed

from fighting for this country a name?

This ain't the military. They can quit.

No, Mitch.

It's more than that, okay?

It's forcing them to workout and then playing them hurt,

and then calling them babies or mommy's boys when they don't want to.

Look, I know you're not physically beating on these kids

and that you practically live on that field...

Hold on.

Beats the players up?

I'm the one that gets beat up.

I'm the one who plays hurt. Check your records.

I've never taken a day off during the season

in the eleven years I've been here.

I've destroyed two marriages because of the time that I put in around here.

Nobody's saying that you're not trying to do your job.

Wait a minute, don't tell me you're whacking me?

- I have a right... - Relax.

Nobody's gonna lose their jobs over this.

Well, it certainly wouldn't be mine.

What are you talking about?

I think it's pretty obvious. You need to understand.

Football at Seneca is a religion.

A choice. And let's not forget a source of revenue.

Look, there will always be that handful of malcontents who need to be dealt with.

And it's your job to shut those people up.

Do you need me for anything else?

No, thank you.

- Coach. - Yes.

You just keep them boys winning, whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes.

At least the Vice Principal wants a winner around here.

Are my eyes puffy?

No, babe. You look great.

What is that?

Oh. My. God.

Oh, my God.

I guess it's safe here, right?

You know, these retro cars are really coming back in style.

Really?

- No! - No!

But seriously, do you have to park this "thing" next to my car?

It's a parking lot.

Yeah, but when the tow truck comes to take it away, it could scratch my car

which is probably worth more than your house.

Oh, and...

Have a good day, short bus.

Let's go.

I'm totally nervous about how today is gonna be. Hi, Principal Banks.

- I'll see you at tryouts, babe. - Bye.

- Hey, girls. - Hi.

- Big day for the Cougars. - Yes.

I want y'all to pick some winners for me.

We'll do our best.

We need some champions 'cuz you're gonna be gone next year.

I mean, you know.

Well, it's gonna be hard to beat this.

You certainly are a part of history here so...

- Thanks Mr. Banks. - ...just do what you can.

- 'Kay, bye. - Alright, y'all be good.

A part of history here?

So is your name on the bathroom wall.

Oh, what? You jealous 'cuz yours isn't up there?

Oh, not at all, sweetie. Mine's right under yours.

Except it says, "Call for a better time."

Good one.

Right.

We are so gonna get that.

What about her girlfriend?

Who wears sweatpants to school?

I wear sweatpants.

She does wear pants around her ankles.

Accurate.

Wait. They're coming. Hurry up. Get in the stalls.

Really?

That is frigin' disgusting.