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You do your thing and I will do mine. Cowabunga!
You look a little tired today. The coach isn't giving you steroids, is he?
Wolves aren't supposed to be shy.
- I can smell what you're looking for. - The stash?
What do you think about to get worked up?
Damn...
(coach) Smart basketball, Brad, taking a charge like that.
- I'd like to give you a ride. - The paint. My paint.
That's all I wanna do, Stiles. That's all I wanna do.
.
If we're gonna win, we gotta do it ourselves. We don't need the wolf.
- Let me see your hands. - Sir.
- I was thinking of doing something else. - Like what?
Listen to this. Kirk wants you to be in the play.
Don't mention it. Like I said before Mi casa su casa.
Do you guys think they're dead? There's only one way to find out.
Boof, I've got something for you.
(whistle)
Sure. Sometimes I have to get kind of worked up to be the wolf,
I wanted to run away, but you wouldn't let me go alone.
- You are a cheese ball. - That's my middle name.
- It's kind of complicated. - Oh, those kinds of problems.
Till I blew her head off with a shotgun. Right, Scott?
What the hell is that?
- Are you crazy? - Maybe.
Down to our last waffle iron.
What is it? Drugs? Girls? I'd like to help, but I'm tapped out.
Lemonade, my man. What it is?
Out of anger, Scott. I turned into the werewolf out of anger.
(crashing noise)
(electronic music)
And I guess I don't have a date for the dance.
(growling)
Maybe he should get back to delivering it. Come on.
- Forget Pamela Wells. - They're not going together.
The championship is coming up in less than four hours.
But I beg you with all that is decent and holy,
It's... Scott.
(Lewis) I'm not even listening anymore.
- I'm gonna go slow, all right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
don't destroy my plantation.
(Scott) Shoot. Shoot it.
Get back. I'll rip your head right off. Come on, freak.
That's four fouls. One more and you're out of there.
- Well, play it. Play it as myself. - That wouldn't be theatre, would it?
Beacontown hasn't won a game in... It must be three years.
(player 1) Over here, over here!
We've got fine wheels, good tunes and a total disregard for public safety.
Come back here, freak. We haven't settled this yet!
(# "Saturday Night Fever", The Bee Gees)
- Boof. What's up? - Nothing.
...from the dense and heavy darkness.
(girls talking, laughing)
A can of cocoa, a can of mauve. Am I right?
I could only see a thin white crack of light which set my bedroom apart...