Sport's Dad:
[over ecstatic] Will you take a look at this. Huh? Huh? What do you think of your old man now, Sport? 500 smackaroos! No more paying with change. No more, no more spaghetti. Going to feel like steak. And you know those fancy basketball sneakers with the, with the buckles and the Velcro and the crap all over them? Their yours, buddy boy, all yours! [his phone rings, he answers it]
Sport's Dad:
Hello? Murray. Hey, hey I take it all back. All agents aren't useless. Oh, I'm kidding you, I'm kidding you, man. You know I was always in your corner. Oh, yeah, I knew you'd come through. Well, Sport and I are going to do a little celebrating today...
Sport:
[knock at the door, Sport answers. It's Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch:
Hey.
Sport:
Hey.
Harriet M. Welsch:
Sold his book?
Sport:
Got a real job.
Sport's Dad:
[notices Harriet] Hey, Harriet, you hear the good news?
Harriet M. Welsch:
[smiling] You're a writer. So how's it feel?
Sport's Dad:
Oh, big slice off heaven, side order of fries. Say, you hungry? I feel like going to the fanciest, schmaniest restaurant in town. We'll abuse the waiter. Who's with me? Harriet?
Sport:
She can't come.
Sport's Dad:
What do you mean she can't come? You haven't even asked her.
Sport:
[firmly] I said she can't come. [to Harriet]
Sport:
You can't be my friend if you're not my friend. [he closes the door on Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch:
[from the other side of the door, crying] [whispers]
Harriet M. Welsch:
I'm sorry, Sport. I'm sorry.
Alonzo Harris:
Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh. You think you can do this shit... Jake. You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, nigga. 23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of... who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away... 'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me. That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.
