Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll remember to bring it up.

- the gym will remain locked. - Locked?

has a solution to our problem.

I don't know what I want. You're so sure you wanna have this baby...

- What the hell happened? - They shot him.

Probably to prison.

And in an unprecedented move, Coach Ken Carter canceled practice...

Because if there's one thing I know, it is this:

That’s some bullshit Cruz

You wanna try for 2,000?

Know that you're not just walking out on me...

- She was my childhood sweetheart. - Sir, was she hot?

Ryan Wakeup! WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND!! I'M coming DIS... REALIZATION... NOOOOOO, NO DADDY!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! NOOO!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! cAN I PLEASE. Dadaaaaaaaa

She was always on my case about every little thing.

I'm Ken Carter, your new basketball coach.

Hold. Now, I have more good news.

- You know who we are, then? - Here they go.

We hear you bruh!, but we can’t see you!, bruh!

You didn't do shit either, the whole game.

while I damn near had to wear a pillow on my butt for a month...

but she is fine as hell. Her name is...

Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen.

- How you been? - Good.

This is one helluva country ass buck dancing uncle tom ass nigga What?

- I ain't got shit. - Please don't shoot me, man.

- Richmond on three. - One, two, three, Richmond!

I will vote first by not raising my hand.

- Are you crazy? - Miss Garrison, I'm surprised...

Cruz, open your eyes.

I have scouts coming to watch my boy play.

You're stupid. All right, I was thinking...

Reporters. Media everywhere.

Go to war, Miss Margaret, this is a tight one.

Srix what? Srixon!!

You signed a contract. You made a commitment.

Run it. You got it.

- Worm. - Let's go, Worm.

- Yeah! - Get back, get back.

That's right. We 1-0, bitch.

It puts you in a great position for college.

We've decided we're gonna finish what you started, sir.

Why you asking me all these questions?

They wanna see Check play this week

You're real, man. I mean that. All right?

I'll probably miss most of your games, Damien. I'm sorry.

What is your deepest fear?

Last Friday, He Canceled the McCullough vs Colonial Ranch Game

think about the choice you're making if you walk out that door.

We support each other on and off the court.

I'm good. Get off me.

Im coach emil your new brännbolls coach

- Let's go! - One, two, three, Mustangs!

You should have did it, man. You talking all that shit, just do it.

This isn't about losing games, Kenny.

- Hey, son. - Hey.

I guess we’ll have new leading scorers next season huh?

All right. I got him.

And the team, it's so bad.

I'm the new basketball coach.

Did you say something sir? Peanut Head was wondering

Dad, I'm a freshman!

Mr. Carter, is there anything you need from us?

are you some country church nigger, with your tie on and all that?

Kenyon! Damien!

Commish! Commish! Commish!

All I see is you on TV getting famous, eating that shit up.

I don't even know where the library's even at.

And would you like to go for the grand prize of 1,000?

I bought us tickets to the dance.

But the idea of junior college had never even occurred to my son.

And, gentlemen...

You saved my life.

Your intentions are good, Mr. Carter, but your methods are a bit extreme.

You have to get some work after you have the baby.

My mother had to work a double shift, but they cut her overtime.

He must mean for the day.

Okay. I got you.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

I'm not saying that it won't be hard.

and you became men. And for that, I thank you.

Four months ago, when I took the job at Richmond, I had a plan.

Worm, tell your man Fresh Prince here how to get to his mansion.

you must pay an exit price of 50 made free throws...

Srix what? - Srixon!

Those are some stars For yo ass

- Let's talk about this. - Ain't nothing to talk about.

- Coach, your shoe's untied, sir. - Thank you, Mr. Worm.

So, what are you saying? You want out?

And that's a shout-out to the rest of you.

What is your deepest fear?

We have a game tomorrow, so get some rest tonight.

- Yes, Mr. Walters? - I move that we remove Mr. Carter...

You selfish son of a bitch. You snake.

PLAYED OUR GAME

I don't see Junior Battle in this class.

Well, losing is hard, sir.

And they must be completed by Friday.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking...

Just keep in mind, these are good boys.

I don't do high-school contracts.

Ceremony Of The Keys. Sorry I'm not in service

of them rich fancy-schoolers when the Richmond Oilers roll into town.

That's good. I wish I could go with you.

The Crane swooped down and delivered a basket of beat-down.

Yes, sir. She was steaming hot.

Mr. Thompson, Mr. Gesek, and Miss Sherman...

Maybe Junior will kick your dumb ass out.

Stay big. Three pushups and move.

And when you're around me, I don't wanna hear that shit. We clear?

That's why this guy's gonna miss that free throw.

Oh y’all government cheese eating motherfukkas lose y’all motherfukkin minds!, y’all gon spit on my brand new candy whip? Y’all done fukked up now real motherfukkin bad!

Kyra, I'm so sorry you had to go through that by yourself.

- I don't think that's true. - The board sent the message...