Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't like everybody else. Everybody else ain't your father.

Behind these bars, you know, these walls and everything like that,

How could Uncle Jake have escaped when they let him walk out the front gate?

-Good. How do you like your stay so far? -It's been wonderful.

I am tired of people telling me that I'm not old enough.

He ain't my father, all right?

-Ball out, man. -What?

I know these are tough times for you now.

All right. Hold up, hold up.

That don’t mean shit!

We out the projects, baby. We out the projects.

Ball belonged to me, not to him.

Bitch, where do you get this shit from? You crazy?

All they want to do is dunk and-- you know, everything like that.

You call me anytime. I don't care how late it gets, you want to talk this thing through.

the Chosen One, the second coming, the resurrection,

Thank you, Jesus.

All right. Well, hey, look.

I'll know on Monday morning. I still have to weigh my options.

Word is Bond, I wake up every day wit' my game face on

So it look like you, uh-- look like you grew a little bit.

How was your trip, son?

So you ain't going to say nothing to me. Okay.

-I saw you running.

they may let me out on an early parole.

You understand what I'm saying?

-It's all been worked out. -The Bulls ain't got nothing,

There's little margin for error.

-From who? -From me.

From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York--

-Am I making this clear? -Yeah, you're making it very clear!

that I was pushing you further and further away from me also.

The money is there.

No poontang in five and a half years.

I was into my black bag also, man.

trying to make you the best ball player that you could possibly be,

When did all this happen?

You forgot something.

-You don't even got to kick your own bed out. -Man, you lying.

-Don't worry about the names. -What's up?

How you going to be immune to that shit?

-Where you think you're going? -Help!

This ain't the projects, man. We got like grass and trees, and fresh air.

You only tease the ones you like I think you like it when I tease you

I know you didn't mean it.

How much you want to spend?

All you ever talk about is Jordan this, Jordan that.

This is for real, right?

You got a dick, don't you? You got balls?

That shit will fuck a nigger up quick.

I ran a neighbourhood center.

Uh, I took her life.

-We got game, they got game he got game -What's going down

Hey, how about Sunday? Take y'all out of church?

I got game, she got game, we got game they got game, he got game

I made a promise to your mother that if anything ever happened to her,

-Let's keep control -What's up, bro?

You really think you're slick, huh?

Good. Take your big ass on in the bedroom, then.

when you can walk to see your son right from here?

-I guess I better get working. -That would be the best thing to do.

When I heard... that you were coming to visit,

Hey, yo, my man, sing it.

So you in the Mafia. Down with Gotti, huh?

to show you how good I am.

-Guard! -What the hell's going on in there?

-You ain't seen him? -I ain't seen him.

so I'll make this real simple.

You better go and get my ball!

The food is fine. Just not hungry.

Lala played herself, that's what she did.

since I'm going to be so rich and famous, that...

-Let you drive the Benz their daddy bought. -Oh, hell, no!

-Spivey, he's a black man.

Why beat around the bush?

You know the name, P.E. You know the game, P.E.

Great. Everything's lovely. Nice seeing you gentlemen.

Everybody else in the world don't know.

Bitch must be crazy.

it was great to be a superstar athlete and to be able to make it to the N.B.A.

-What you mean, what? You fouled the fuck out of me. -That was our ball!

I’m horny Come fuck me

-We got school. -J-man.

Well, you believe it. I believed you when you said...

Turn around and back up!

-Why don't you help me then, since you really care about him? -No.

Don’t jump Lil guy

-Sit down. -What's that?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!!

-after a week-long manhunt. -What?

You know, but still... he was the truth.

What you need to do is let go of my arm. Let go of my arm!

And then you look at him, and then you say, What?

Invite her up for one of them grilled cheese sandwiches and orange soda.

-Go fuck all of Coney Island. -Well, you know what?

Come on, Mary. Um--

And the crowd goes wild.

-You hear what I say to you, huh? -Jake!

We don't have no money. We don't have shit.

-You're lying, nigger. Where's he at? -I'm not lying, Uncle Jake.

Just because I'm an Italian American doesn't mean I'm involved with the mob.

Look at you. You done all grown up and everything like that.

Get up on him, Jesus.

In the middle of the universe

Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced with fear

-What? -Let's get out of here.

Well, spirituality too.

Thank God I got you out of Coney Island for at least a week this summer.

So what do you want to do for your birthday? It's your day.

I'll take care of you, all right? See?

Come on. A big house, right?

I got game, she got game, we got game they got game, he got game

Mommy wants you to get your degree.

He's a zillion times better than when you last saw him.

-Mm, so how was your trip? -My trip? Oh, I had a great trip.

You haven't talked to him today? Seen him, nothing like that?

Pure shooter, fearsome defender, a great player.

Let's go, Shuttlesworth!

You understand, my brother? Capisce?

-Buck! -What's up, Buck?

-Naw. -Son, l--

-Did you fuck him? -So what?

Everybody knows what's going down

It means you got a head like concrete.

-Yeah. Seen my son? -No, I ain't seen him.

-The hell out of my life? -Forever.

All he wants to do is talk to you for five minutes, see where your head is at.

Huh? We living on East Side. Where we at?

-Let's go, Sip. -Here you go. Come get it.

More than your eyes can see and ears can hear

He's so nervous.

I don't even want to know who you got it from either.

Yeah, I appreciate you for coming to meet me and everything like that.

and lots of trees and even a swimming pool in the back.

when I graduate,

-Get up off me! -Get off him! What's wrong with you?

-Ooh, shoot it? Shoot it? -Yeah, shoot it.

But, Jesus, I miss him so, so much.

Matter of fact, I don't even know why you're here.

That's six years, 23 days...