Scene V
Liberty: Ashley. Can I talk to you for a second?
Ashley: Now? Um, Terri, save me a spot, okay?
Terri: Sure.
Ashley: How can I help you, Liberty?
Liberty: I want to read the announcements.
Ashley: What?
Liberty: I do all the writing. It's only fair if I get to go on-air, once in a while.
Ashley: Liberty, you're a writer, I'm a performer. You're yin, I'm yang. We're very different.
Liberty: How?
Ashley: Just- Maybe next year, okay?
Mr. Armstrong: Remember, follow through with the wrist. Okay? Nice shot, Sean. Now you see how he uses his legs and not his hands? It's very important. Jimmy, why don't you give it a go? Or you could just keep reading if you want to.
Jimmy: Sorry, coach.
Mr. Armstrong: Excellent technique, Jimmy. But we're practice our shots, not our lay-ups. Impress me tomorrow. Give it another try.
Scene VI
Paige: A demain, Madame Paige. I've been told I have a perfect Parisian accent.
Liberty: I just want to do it once.
Ashley: Liberty, when I said no the last time, what didn't you understand?
Liberty: Give me a chance. Come on. Why not?
Ashley: Because it's my job.
Liberty: Fine. Then I'm going on strike. No more research, no more writing, no more jokes. I figure you can do it yourself. It takes about, oh, an hour a day. If you're fast.
Ashley: Liberty, you're not playing fair.
Liberty: I'm not playing fair? You're the one being greedy.
Ashley: It's just- I'm good at this!
Liberty: Anyone can read a cue card. A monkey could do your job!
Ashley: Fine. Go ahead. Tomorrow's pre-game announcements, they're all yours. Knock yourself out.
Guy: Jimmy, what's up, buddy?
Jimmy: Hey, Sean. Good work out there today. You'll have no problems making the team.
Sean: I don't know about that. I guess we'll see tomorrow.
Jimmy: Okay. "Don't know about that." Whatever. Coach loves him. Sean probably made the team the minute he signed up.
Spinner: Jimmy, Sean's a good player.
Jimmy: Yeah. So am I.
Spinner: And who's saying you're not?
Jimmy: Coach Armstrong. You saw him just now. Tore my game apart.
Spinner: He was just giving you pointers.
Jimmy: Hello? I know how to shoot a basket. And sorry, but lay-ups? Way more important than 3-pointers.
Spinner: Look. If you don't make the team- which you will- you can be my co-manager.
Jimmy: Thanks, but it's not the same.
Spinner: Right. Not much glory handing out towels and bottles of water. Anyway. Let's go catch a movie or something. Get your mind off this.
Jimmy: Can't, pulling an all-nighter. Got that assignment, remember? Wish there was a pill I could take. One that would boost me up.
Spinner: Ritalin would boost you up big time. It's like 50 cups of coffee.
Jimmy: I thought it was supposed to calm people down.
Spinner: It does. Calm me down. Has something to do with the configuration of my brain.
Jimmy: You have a brain?
Spinner: Ha ha. But for normal people? Exact opposite. It's like speed.
Jimmy: Weird.
Spinner: Yeah. But you know, son, drugs aren't the answer. Just say no.
Scene VII
Jimmy: Ralph.
Ms. Kwan: Pardon me?
Jimmy: You asked who I related to in Lord of the Flies. It was Ralph. I'm wiped. I've got nothing left for the game.
Spinner: Man, you got your English assignment done. Ms. Kwan will get off your back now.
Jimmy: Doesn't help if I don't make the team. But, you could help me, Spinner.
Spinner: No way.
Jimmy: It's not like steroids. I mean, it's not illegal.
Spinner: Of course it's not illegal. You see me in jail?
Ms. Kwan: Okay, guys, let's discuss the next chapter.
Jimmy: Please. I need it. Look at me, I'm half-alive.
Spinner: Jimmy, it's my last pill. I can't miss it.
Jimmy: Just this once. A little energy boost. This game's my last chance to prove myself to Armstrong. Please? So do I take it now?
Spinner: I guess. Takes about an hour to kick in.
Ms. Kwan: Yes, Jimmy?
Jimmy: I need to use the washroom.
Mr. Raditch: Jimmy! Good luck this afternoon with the game.
Jimmy: Thanks, Mr. Raditch.
Mr. Raditch: Go get 'em, son.