Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, I took her life.

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

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

-after a week-long manhunt. -What?

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

From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York--

when I graduate,

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

Why beat around the bush?

The money is there.

Get up on him, Jesus.

Hey, yo, my man, sing it.

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

to show you how good I am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Buck! -What's up, Buck?

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

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

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

Come on. A big house, right?

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

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

-Naw. -Son, l--

-I saw you running.

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

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

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

It means you got a head like concrete.

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

You really think you're slick, huh?

-Sit down. -What's that?

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

Let's go, Shuttlesworth!

I ran a neighbourhood center.

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

That don’t mean shit!

You understand, my brother? Capisce?

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

You understand what I'm saying?

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

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

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

The food is fine. Just not hungry.

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

I was into my black bag also, man.

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

Lala played herself, that's what she did.

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

All right. Well, hey, look.

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

How much you want to spend?

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

All right. Hold up, hold up.

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

Everybody else in the world don't know.

That's six years, 23 days...

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

-The hell out of my life? -Forever.

Bitch must be crazy.

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

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

-Did you fuck him? -So what?

Mommy wants you to get your degree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turn around and back up!

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

I know these are tough times for you now.

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

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

Thank you, Jesus.

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

There's little margin for error.

the Chosen One, the second coming, the resurrection,

That shit will fuck a nigger up quick.

Ball belonged to me, not to him.

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

Don’t jump Lil guy

More than your eyes can see and ears can hear

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

This is for real, right?

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

-We got school. -J-man.

When did all this happen?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!!

No poontang in five and a half years.

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

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

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

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

How you going to be immune to that shit?

In the middle of the universe

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

I know you didn't mean it.

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

You forgot something.

I’m horny Come fuck me

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

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

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

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

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

so I'll make this real simple.

-Spivey, he's a black man.

-From who? -From me.

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

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

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

Come on, Mary. Um--

Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced with fear

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

Pure shooter, fearsome defender, a great player.

He ain't my father, all right?

Everybody knows what's going down

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

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

He's so nervous.

-Ball out, man. -What?

Well, spirituality too.

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

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

they may let me out on an early parole.

And the crowd goes wild.

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

How was your trip, son?

You better go and get my ball!

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

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