The first 200 lines.
Wanna shoot?
Sure.
There's a point
in a person's life
when everything falls
into place like magic.
This story is about
a special moment
I will never, ever forget.
Come on, mike,
before mama wakes up!
Hey, move it!
We're running out of time.
Madre de dios,
what's going on out there?
Come on.
Aw, man.
Hey, you knuckleheads,
don't get your feet wet!
Come on!
Quit doggin' it.
Another great day
in paradise.
Uh-oh! Watch out.
Bombs away!
Back up, miguelito.
One of these days, chica.
Just like that, chica,
I'm gonna down you
just like I down the basketball.
You guys want to fight
or shoot?
Hey, man.
Horse? Around the wall? What?
Horse.
Horse, for allowance money.
For clean up.
Oh!
Such a wuss!
Hey, you want my allowance?
I want to watch you do dishes.
That'll be the day.
Sure.
You miss,
your money's mine, twerp.
Yeah, when pigs fly, freddie.
Ho ho!
Wow, pretty good for a girl.
All right, you two,
more shooting, less talking.
Okay?
First one to "horse"
coughs up half of his
or her allowance,
or takes annie's turn
doing dishes for a week.
Everybody makes a shot
before the next man...
Person.
Okay, annie, you shoot.
She's gonna miss.
Shooter's touch!
Nice shot, annie.
Never misses, huh?
Hey, match it, big guy.
Nice shot.
You got an "h," frederico.
Come on, make it now.
She shouldn't sneak out
of the house at half before six.
She don't want to sleep,
she can do schoolwork.
Why can't I get you two
not to play with her?
She loves to play, mama,
and she's good.
Oh ho ho, she's good!
Do you have any friends
who will want to marry
a girl who plays better
than they do?
That stuff doesn't matter
anymore, ma.
Yeah, right.
You think so? It matters.
When she's ready it will matter.
Of course it matters.
What matters?
What matters is no guy's
gonna be interested
in a girl who plays basketball.
And you agree with her?
Thanks a lot.
What do you want?
No one's gonna marry
a tomboy like you.
That loser boyfriend you got
sure ain't gonna.
You're the loser, freddie.
Don't raise a hand
to your sister.
Eat your breakfast
while it's hot.
I gotta get out of here.
Yeah, me too.
Take it easy.
Mama.
Good-bye, michael.
I told you I don't want you
going out to play before school.
Why, mama?
I love to play, and I'm better
than either of them.
I am.
That's okay,
but you're a girl,
and you should be proud of it.
I want to be proud of you, too.
Look at your hair.
You look like a wild animal.
Mama... you'll be proud
of me, you'll see.
My hair doesn't look so bad.
Brooke: OH, I'M SO EXCITED!
Robin: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
I'm going to...
Excuse me... to aspen!
Where's that, again?
Colorado.
We'll meet you there.
Yeah, let's go!
I don't think so, you guys.
It's really expensive.
Oh, well, we'll save.
Oh, I need something
from my locker.
Excuse me, what am I,
your slave?
She's gonna make us
late for class.
Gonna be late! Gonna be late!
Your teeth look fine.
My hair?
Hair's perfect, darling.
Thank you.
You look beautiful.
Look at your locker.
It's crammed!
Oh, my gosh, you're not
gonna wear that in study hall?
I have to have it on
all the time.
Are you jealous, brooke?
Oh, I'm sure!
Come on, the guy
doesn't even start.
Oh, please.
Hurry up!
Hey! Hey, barry.
Hey, nice jacket.
Thanks.
Looks good on you.
I was looking for you
this morning.
Are you gonna meet me
at the mall later?
Uh, maybe.
Well, whatever.
Perhaps.
Hey, you're brooke, right?
Right.
How you doing? I'm barry.
Good, thanks.
Right on.
I gotta go.
See you, annie.
Bye, barry.
See you later.
Shooter.
Hey!
Hey, man.
Hey.
What is it with you?
Well, who was that?
Are you looking for
another basketball victim?
Maybe. Come on, barry,
he's friends with my brothers.
Besides, if I can't
play myself...
Yeah, girls
playing basketball.
That'll be the day, annie.
Oh, you think so?
What, are you kidding me?
Now, come on. Let's go.
No, I'm gonna go to class.
Yeah, whatever, annie!
He chickened out today,
and I don't blame him.
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