The Yanks and Sox tickets, they damn near been sold out almost a month.

All right, Mr. Fly?

And by the way, why don't you go tell Camry boy over there...

...that he need to back up his little cheap-ass bumper...

...on that Mercedes there.

Go handle that. Let's go, Fly! Let's go!

What the hell, Jamal? Moms called.

Tell me about the test. What's up with that?

- Nothing, man. - What do you mean, nothing?

This in the way of your plans?

Remember, it was your plan first, T.

Yeah, I know. A little college ball and all.

Then start signing checks, solving everybody else's problems.

Look at me, though.

Whoa, hold a minute.

Hold on to these.

I guess this makes it our plan now.

- One thing. - What up?

Don't say nothing about them test scores.

Don't worry, I'm your brother, dog.