- Okay, look.
The most important thing about shooting,
is the follow through.
Let me show you how it's done.
All right, fuck.
Here we go.
Fucking piece of shit.
As everybody knows,
it's bad luck to end practice on a miss.
Ah, fuck me.
I'm just gonna make one really fast and then we're done.
Well, hopefully you got what I was trying to say.
- You ready for the bus driver winning?
You know why the call bus driver, right?
- Because you've been traveling all day.
- Because I'm taking your butt to school.
- Nice.
Cool. I'm up.
Nah. Games to 15.
Since when?
Since you scored 11.
Sorry, I bet I can finish kicking choice butt,
before I can get to yours.
- See all that anger talk about butts.
Kick your butt.
Stab your butt.
Punch your butt.
- Do they say punch your butt?
We being hatred of each other's butts.
Men play sports so they can seek out,
and destroy their own sensitivity.
- Oh. I never thought about it that way.
- Do you think we'll learn about stuff like that,
in our women's studies class?
- Hell no.
We're gonna find our roots in that class,
and stop defining our gender by theirs.
- Well, that feel bad seeing it,
but it will be nice to get away from the boys,
and take a class with just us.
- Amen.
Or a women.
Am I right?
- Bring it in for a boob bump ladies.
- Um.
- Nope.
We'll get there.
- Hey guys.
Remember last week,
when you were playing with those remote control cars,
and you thought you were real cool.
Well, turns out you're not.
Dragon flyer bitch.
That four propellers have got a built in spy cam,
range 100 yards.
And it'll strangle your stupid cars little butts.
- Heres, we're in a game.
- Yeah.
And we're really not into RC anymore.
- What?
That's just a dragon flyer.
- Come on Pierce, man.
This is a school. - I can't control it.
There's a little pilot in there.
- Stop it.
- Knuckle Walker.
- Ah
- Sorry, it was an accident.
- So was the Y chromosome,
but you don't see us throwing stuff at it.
- Oh.
- Where are you guys going?
- Wait from your symbolically invasive balls,
to a women's studies class.
- Which women's studies class?
- Feminist representations in media.
- I'm in.
- Oh, Abed.
We kind of thought this would be something,
just for the girls.
- Sounds like it.
I'd like to learn more about you.
I'll change out my sport clothes and meet you there.
- Um.
- You just lost.
You just lost a game.
You just lost.
You just lost a game,
with joy.
- That guy was amazing.
He could dunk and he was my height.
What was his name again?
- Jimmy. - Jimmy.
Right.
- I don't know how you could forget.
- He kept referring to himself on the third person.
Jimmy's under the boards.
Jimmy's in the open.
Jimmy makes the shot.
- Hey you just mad cause we beat you
- Jerry it's my fault.
I couldn't make a shot.
These losses stay with me.
They fester Jerry.
No, this is gonna plague me.
- Hey Jimmy.
Great game.
- Oh yeah.
Jimmy played pretty good.
Hey, you know, I felt like we had a synergy out there.
Like we were really helping each other.
- What do you got there?
- These? - Yeah.
These are Jimmy's training shoes.
- I have seen these things.
What do they?
They make your legs stronger.
- Oh yeah.
Jimmy couldn't jump at all before he got these.
Jimmy was like you.
- They're plyometric.
- Plyometric?
- Yeah, they isolate the muscles.
The muscle has to grow or die.
- Where you got?
- Jimmy sells them.
- You sell them?
- Oh yeah.
But Jimmy's all out right now.
Moving to Manhattan,
set Jimmy back a bit.
- Hey listen, let me give you my card.
It's got my home number on it.
I wanna buy the first pair when the next shipment comes in.
Alright Jimmy. Good talking to you.
Here you go.
- Jimmy we'll see you out.
- Holy stragbolli.
I can't believe we're only losing by one point.
So here's the plan.
We stay huddled like this as best friends,
and we share our innermost secrets and also sandwiches.
My first secret,
is that I love sandwiches.
- 15 seconds left.
Bridgeton down by one.
Nick Birch, mayor of Whoville,
dribbles the ball up the court.
- Andrew, get in the paint.
You got a huge body.
Use it for God's sake.
- Dad, be quiet.
You're not the coach.
- Well, your coach is dry heaving on the sideline.
- I didn't know that cotton cheese was dairy.
- Be a big man Andrew.
- Marty, stop shouting.
You're embarrassing him.
- Be an animal.
An animal.
- I'm not an animal.
I am a flesh and blood child with feelings sir.
With feelings.
- Andrew, get your head back in the game.
- There's 10 seconds left in a game,
I couldn't care less about.
- I'm so sorry.
I wiped your lip Andrew.
- And suddenly I'm interested.
- Why she saying this in front of everyone?
- Your father made me do it.
- He had a mustache.
It was repulsive.
I couldn't eat.
- The clock is running.
- Rage. Rage.
Fucking rage.
- Climb into this dancing, beat his ass.
- I'm gonna fucking kill that.
Let me through please.
Let me through.
- Brothers for life.
- Use your confuse guys.
Get ready now.
Kevin Hart is the shortest man in America.
Hi mother, Madely Woods.
- Oh, man.
- I'm gonna kill you daddy.
- Make him eat his tits.
- A milkshake's very-
- Are you okay? - That was amazing.
- Jesse.
You're back.
- Hey, I'm sorry I told you to make your daddy eat his tits.
- Don't apologize.
None of this is your fault.
My dad's the one that made me feel like a freak.
- Andrew, can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah, dad.
- Listen, son.
- I've been thinking.
Maybe you should stop playing basketball.
You're bad at it.
You're uncoordinated.
You're embarrassing the family.
- Game's eleven.
Call you on fouls, okay?
- Give it to him.
- Did I get you?
- No, that was clean.
- He'll be all right. Call his mama.
- If I foul you tell me dog.
- Okay baby.
- What happened there?
I think it's my ball, right? - All right.
- Get up.
- How about ball?
- Calm down. - What?
- Don't stir up the brothers now.
Come on.
- Did I get you dog?
- Hell no baby.
That was clean. Good D, right?
- I thought he didn't wanna get hurt.
- It ain't about being hurt.
It's about pride.
- I bet you he's pretty proud right now.
- Ladies and bitches.
- Did I get you?
Did I get you?
- No.
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ Give it up now ♪
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ You gotta give it up ♪
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ Give it up now ♪
- That's traveling bitch.
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ Give it up now ♪
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ You gotta give it up ♪
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ Give it up now ♪
♪ Give it up. Give it up ♪
♪ You gotta give it up ♪
- You keep coming, huh?
Game point baby.
How you want the game put up?
Foul.
- That was a bullshit call.
- My court, my ball.