Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York--

-Sit down. -What's that?

He's so nervous.

You really think you're slick, huh?

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

-Buck! -What's up, Buck?

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

You forgot something.

I’m horny Come fuck me

-Did you fuck him? -So what?

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

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

No poontang in five and a half years.

Get up on him, Jesus.

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

Well, spirituality too.

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

-We got school. -J-man.

Pure shooter, fearsome defender, a great player.

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

It means you got a head like concrete.

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

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

-From who? -From me.

I ran a neighbourhood center.

Everybody knows what's going down

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

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

Everybody else in the world don't know.

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

He ain't my father, all right?

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

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

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

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

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

You understand what I'm saying?

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

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

And the crowd goes wild.

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

Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced with fear

The food is fine. Just not hungry.

More than your eyes can see and ears can hear

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

-The hell out of my life? -Forever.

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

In the middle of the universe

That's six years, 23 days...

This is for real, right?

to show you how good I am.

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

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

How you going to be immune to that shit?

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

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

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

Thank you, Jesus.

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

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

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

How much you want to spend?

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

they may let me out on an early parole.

All right. Hold up, hold up.

Let's go, Shuttlesworth!

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

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

That don’t mean shit!

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

That shit will fuck a nigger up quick.

How was your trip, son?

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

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

Come on, Mary. Um--

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!!

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

-Spivey, he's a black man.

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

-I saw you running.

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

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

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

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

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

-after a week-long manhunt. -What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Chosen One, the second coming, the resurrection,

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

Lala played herself, that's what she did.

-Naw. -Son, l--

so I'll make this real simple.

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

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

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

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

I know these are tough times for you now.

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

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

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

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

Why beat around the bush?

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

You understand, my brother? Capisce?

You better go and get my ball!

Bitch must be crazy.

Turn around and back up!

All right. Well, hey, look.

When did all this happen?

I was into my black bag also, man.

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

Come on. A big house, right?

The money is there.

There's little margin for error.

Mommy wants you to get your degree.

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

Hey, yo, my man, sing it.

Uh, I took her life.

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

Don’t jump Lil guy

-Ball out, man. -What?

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

I know you didn't mean it.

Ball belonged to me, not to him.

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

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

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

when I graduate,

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

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

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

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

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

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