Teen Wolf

Come on, ref, foul!

Good one!

Time!

Time!

All right!

You guys suck.

No, really?

Come on, let's go!

Looking good. Way to go. Nothing to worry about. It's fine.

No problem. Hot out there, isn't it?

- Shouldn't have got in his way. - Looking good out there!

How would you know?

You want to forfeit the game?

Yeah. What's wrong with that?

- No! - No?

My boys have league scoring records at stake. It wouldn't be fair to them.

If we quit now, we'd beat the 5:00 traffic.

- There's a lot to learn from losing. - We'll play, if it's that big a deal to you.

- Pick me! - Over here!

- Push it up! - All right, set it up!

It's not going too well, is it?

What do you expect? Look at their sneakers.

If we had those sneakers, there's no telling what we could do.

Shoot it!

We're all open!

Jump it!

That fat kid's got a great arm.

Over here, pass it!

Forget it, dork!

Nice try!

Good game. Come on, I want to get out of here.

Come on, it's not that bad!

First game of the season, 11 more to go.

It's just a game!

You bozos better shape up. I can't do this all by myself.

What is that, liverwurst?

What?

Thought you were supposed to be on a diet, Chub.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Chub, look at this.

Give me that! Stop snooping around in my locker.

Look, Chub, big guy, I can smell that liverwurst from over there.

Yeah, right. Underneath these?

All right! Yeah, great game, guys!

- We showed them. - We lost, Stiles!

- Umpire needed glasses. Terrific, Brad. - Cheeseball.

Scotto, you know that $7 you owe me?

- You owe me. - This is important.

If I don't find a keg, I can't go to that party.

Even if you get the cash, where will you buy it?

- Lend me $5. - Later.

- $2. - Later.

Chub, how's the diet? Lemonade, give me five, man!

You were terrific out there!

What the hell is that?

Lemonade, my man! What it is?

Listen, I'm raising cash for our school's Afro-American festival and thought...

Mick, can we talk?

Come on in.

Great game. You want a thigh or a wing or something?

No, that's not necessary, Coach.

Listen, you know how you always said that if any of us guys had any problems...

...even personal ones, that we should see you?

That's what I'm here for.

Great, because, I got a problem.

Yeah? What kind of problem? As you can see, I'm a very busy man here.

Yeah, it's kind of complicated.

No, those kind of problems, yeah.

What is it, drugs, girls?

I'd sure like to help, but I'm really tapped out this month.

The IRS is breathing down my neck...

...like it's a personal vendetta against Bobby Finstock.

No, Coach...

How can I put this?

I'm going through changes.

That. Don't worry about that. We all go through that.

Some a little bit later than others. I'm sorry I didn't notice...

...but I haven't been around the locker room much.

No...

I don't think it's going to be possible for me to play on the team anymore.

Yeah.

Look, Scotty, I know what you're going through.

A couple years back, a kid came to me much the same way you are now...

...saying pretty much the same thing that you are.

He wanted to drop off the team.

His mother was a widow. All crippled up and scrubbing floors.

She had this pin in her hip.

So he wanted to drop basketball and get a job.

These were poor people.

These were hungry people with real problems.

You understand what I'm saying?

What happened to the kid?

I don't know. He quit. He was a third-stringer, I didn't need him.

Coach, I'm a first-stringer.

And you already got a job working for your old man.

The fact of the matter is, I should be coming to you for money.

Fine. Thanks a lot, Coach.

Don't mention it. Like I said before, mi casa su casa.

Thanks.

- Scott, you going to work? - Yeah.

- Can I walk with you? - Catch you later at the party.

Bye, Tina, Trina... Tina. I had the strangest dream last night.

- It was bizarre. - Was I in this one?

Yeah, you and Pamela, and a bunch of chickens.

Boof, how the hell are you?

- Say no. - No!

Great talking to you!

- Chickens? - Yeah, big, giant chickens. Like fryers.

That guy was right. We do suck.

No news there.

71-12. I don't even know what I'm doing out there.

I'm sick of it, Boof. I'm sick of being so average.

And it's not just basketball. It's this school.

It's this town. It's everything.

I like Beacontown.

I'd just like my life to change.

I don't want to end up working for my dad at the hardware store.

Your father's a terrific guy.

Look at me.

Try and be objective.

Am I all right? I mean, is there anything wrong with me?

You should probably shower after basketball.

- I do. - Then no, there's nothing wrong with you.

Then why won't Pamela Wells say two words to me?

You can do a lot better than Pamela Wells.

- Like who? - Don't you have to be at work?

- Did I say something wrong? - No. See you at the party.

Hey, Angela.

Hi, how are you doing? What was the score?

Very funny.

- What was the score? - 71...

- Don't tell me. I'll lose my count. - We're down to our last waffle iron.

You know these wrenches are made in India?

How do they expect me to compete?

I'm not Sears and Roebuck. I'm not.

You look a little tired today.

The coach isn't giving you steroids or anything, is he?

Not likely. Maybe he should. We lost 71-12.

Beacontown hasn't won a ball game in...

It must be three years.

Don't take it personally, Scott. It's all part of growing up.

Yeah, I guess so.

Any deliveries?

Some strange-sounding guy called. Sounded like he was in a big hurry.

Today?

I'm not sure what I wrote down, but check the clipboard.

That's what it's there for.

It is.

It's broken.

Dog whistle?

Hi, Mr. Thorne. How are you, sir?

Thanks.

Whoa. What an arm.

Thanks, Mr. Thorne. Appreciate it.

Go to hell.

"I knew he was out there.

"I didn't actually hear him...

"...but I knew he was there.

"I could only see a thin, white crack of light...

"...which set my bedroom apart ..."

More sensual, darling!

We need to feel you! Want to smell you! Hurt me!

"...from the dense and heavy darkness.

"But surely, I could feel him.

"It was Nick."

What was that?

Sorry, sir. That was me.

What do you want from me?

What do people want from me?

I am merely trying to rehearse.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I've got the stuff that you ordered.

Wait, are you from the hardware store?

Yeah.

Pamela, excuse me. Are you going to the party tonight?

Because, if you are, I'd like to give you a ride.

The paint...

My paint, a can of cocoa, a can of mauve, am I right?

Right.

- Kirk, how was my reading? - Beautiful, darling. Very sensual.

- I'm still in pain. Thank you. - You're welcome.

Listen, about tonight, I mean, I'm serious. I'd like to take you.

I've got a van.

Hope your acting's better than your hook shot, boy.

I already have a ride.

Or maybe you were just acting like a basketball player.

He just delivers hardware, Mick.

Maybe he should get back to delivering it. Come on.

I said, "mauve," not turquoise!

Mr. Lolley...

The boss says I'm to pick up a keg of beer.

- That right? - The boss called you, right?

- Can't say he did. - Hot damn!

The boss is throwing a big bash for one of the boys down at the gravel pit.

He just got paroled.

I got plenty of bread.

Here's a little extra for you.

Got to see your ID...

...sport.

I don't even like beer.