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Ken Carter.
All right, you heard it here first, the only Ty Crane.
- I don't wanna hear you talking shit. - Homey, you a benchwarmer!
These boys are student athletes. Student comes first.
Yo, sir, how many are we gonna do?
Everybody goes to every game. Basketball is the only thing...
Look alive out there.
Do it. Let's go. Come on, sirs. Hurry!
in light of your team's winning record. But I think there's gonna be...
To the baseline.
Somebody help me!
all the work I did with those boys...
Sir.
You require your players to maintain a 2.3 grade point average.
All right, Lyle.
- Reach-in foul. - That's the only damn one.
Put him back on the bench.
You have to have a vision.
She was always in my face. So when I call Diane...
Clyde.
Richmond returns from their lockout and keep their streak alive at 17 games.
Gentlemen, this is a new player, Damien Carter.
And most importantly, we control the tempo of the game!
They wanna see Check play this Monday
Can I ask what it is you want, Mr. Carter?
Let's do this.
and I have great SATs, I can go to any college in the country.
Mr. Cruz.
- Get your arm off me. - I like this fox.
Hey, Number 3...
We too good to shop at the Goodwill and Salvation Army? Is that it?
because I don't.
Open up the damn gym! Let the boys play.
Get back.
Srix - what??? Srixon!!!
They're standing on the edge of a cliff...
It ain't even like that. Some girl just danced up on me.
- Count the basket. - Time-out, sir. Time.
You've achieved something that some people spend...
Maybe someone on the other end of that phone...
- Appreciate the backup. - Word.
Load up.
Move!
Larry, Co, and Dummy.
You had five turnovers and four missed free throws.
You were playing and you didn't even do shit.
On the real, Hercules is weak, and y'all barely beat them.
- St. Francis. - St. Francis?
What is your deepest fear?
- What's up, Cruz? - I don't know.
Ladies and gentlemen, I now present the 22nd Annual Bayhill Tournament...
- Damn. - D up.
- Now we talking. - I have a sister. Her name is Linda.
The entire boys basketball team at Richmond High School...
Why you telling these loudmouth girls about the baby?
Bring it in, guys.
- Did you bring your ID with you? - I forgot it.
You don't want me to have this baby. You wanna leave Richmond?
I have to tell you, sir, I haven't made up my mind yet.
Turn down that radio!
You Win The Bonus Prize Of 500 Pushups!
And you get the privilege of joining Mr. Battle...
We hear you, dog. But we can't see you.
Coach Carter has taken the lockout to the next level...
- Come on. Help me. Get 911. - Call 911, man.
Does anybody know?
- But, Coach, I have a 3.3. - That's good, sir.
- Basket counts! - That's a charge!
I thought that shit would never end. I was dying up in the bleachers.
I'm your new basketball coach, Milk Dud Jackson
First of all, if you need to know my credentials...
St. Francis is up by 22.
It creates more work. This lockout has brought negative media attention...
I'm not gonna stand here and say I know how it feels to lose a son...
- You looking for your team? - Yes, sir.
I have your schedules and I'll be getting reports from your teachers.
who they recruited just last year...
End this madness. End this lockout.
Rich what? Richmond
Come out.
I'll run suicides, too.
What is your deepest fear, young man?
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
We're six down with 1:20 left, all right?
Sorry I'm not in service. Sinking RV
Linda is our pick-and-roll offense.
- One shot. - Backboard D!
You don't remember me, but I knew your cousin.
No, I don't.
Worm, you can take this kid!
Basketball's a team sport, sir.
There he is.
That's it. Game's over.
Kenyon! Hattie Jean!
Look at that jutsu I made that jutsu
I'm just saying, I mean, I'm Worm, baby.
I spoke to Principal Garrison today. She informs me that all your teachers...
Force him left, and when he crosses over, you jump him!
Until we learn them, I'm adding a practice every morning at 6:00 a.m.
We run the ball. We pressure the ball!
which is that they are above the law.
Bitch!
of the sports section tomorrow.
Well, you're not playing like it!
is a derogatory term used to insult our ancestors.
Go!
So how am I gonna do that and raise a baby?
- Crane. Great game. - Thanks.
Sorry, sir.
And my cousin, don't be trying to diss her.