Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I am so sorry, LaCienega. -That's okay
-And, no, I'm not. -Yes, you are!
Quit trying to butter up my wife, boy!
Ta who?
Boo... Snackers. Coach is a punk.
But there's Lil Jordan, Lil Shaq,
-(PLAYERS SHOUTING) -Pass that here!
How was your game?
-PENNY: Give me that! Ha ha! -Huh?
(CHUCKLES)
Please, Penny, please.
Kareem, I am so sorry about that.
Penny? What are you doing here?
(GRUNTS)
then pack up your stuff and go to your mama's house.
Whoo-hoo!
(GRUNTING)
(DISTANT WHOOSHING SOUND)
Of two.
Huh, you may be all right in football
-(GRUNTING) -(CROWD CHEERING)
You don't have to do this, Kareem. Don't let my daddy pressure you, okay?
How do I know! I'm not the boy's daddy.
They'll make you wanna sing!
Forget the past, Wizard.
(GRUNTS)
I know what you're doing. You throwin' my own words back in my face.
Six foot, six inches, sir.
Hotiana on the right.
I'm sorry, baby girl. My best player, Michael, got injured and I was desperate.