Teen Wolf

C'mon, ref, that's a foul.

- Time. - C'mon!

You guys suck.

No, really?

C'mon, let's go.

You're looking good. Way to go.

Nothing to worry about. It's fine. No problem.

Hot out there, isn't it?

Shouldn't have gotten in his way, Scottie.

Hey, Scott, looking good out there, babe.

Yeah, how would you know, Stiles?

- You want to forfeit the game? - Yeah, what's wrong with that?

- No. - No?

My players have league scoring records at stake.

- It wouldn't be fair to them. - Just thought if we quit now

you could beat the five o' clock traffic.

There's a lot to learn from losing.

Hey, we'll play if it's that big a deal to ya.

- Me, I got it. - Over here!

Push it up. All right, set it up!

- It's not going too well, is it? - What do you expect, Thorne?

Look at the sneakers those guys are wearing.

If our guys had sneakers like that

there's no telling what they could do.

Shoot!

We're all open.

Jump it!

That fat kid's got a great arm.

Over here. Pass it.

Forget it, dork.

Nice try.

I wanna get out of here.

Hey, c'mon. It's not that bad.

First game of the season, eleven more to go.

Hey, it's just a game.

You bozzo's better shape up out there.

I can't do this all by myself.

What is that? Liverwurst?

What?

I thought you were supposed to be on a diet, Chub?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Chub, look at this.

Give me that!

Stop snooping around in my locker.

Look, Chub, big guy, I can smell that liverwurst from over there.

Oh, yeah, right. Underneath these?

Woo-hoo, all right. Yeah, great game, guys.

- We showed them. - We lost, Stiles.

The umpire needed glasses. Terrific, Brad.

- Cheeseball! - Hey, Scott,

you know that seven bucks you owe me?

- You owe me. - Listen, Scott,

this is important. If I don't come up with a keg for tonight,

they won't let me into that party.

Look, even if you come up with the cash,

- Where are you gonna buy it? - Lend me five.

- Later. Later. - Two.

Hey, Chub, how's the diet?

Hey, Lemonade, give me five, man.

You were terrific out there, Lemonade.

What the hell is that?

Hey, hey, Lemonade, my man. What it is?

Listen, uh, I'm raising some cash

for our school's Afro-American festival and I thought maybe...

Mick, can we talk?

Hey, Scottie, come on in.

Great game out there, today.

You want a thigh or wing or something?

No, that's not necessary, coach.

Listen,

you know, you know how you always said

if any of us guys have any problems,

I mean, even personal ones, that we should come and see you?

Hey, that's what I'm here for.

Great, because, uh, I got a problem.

Oh, yeah? What kind of problem?

As you can see, I'm a very busy man here.

Ah, yeah well, it's, it's kind of complicated.

Oh, those kinds of problems. Yeah. What is it? Drugs? Girls?

Boy, I'd sure like to help you,

but I'm really tapped out this month.

The IRS is breathing down my neck like it's some kind

of personal vendetta against Bobby Finstock.

No, coach.

How can I put this?

I'm going through changes.

Oh, that. Don't worry about that.

We all go through that.

Some a little bit later than others.

I'm sorry I didn't notice, but I haven't been

hanging around the locker room all that much.

No, you see,

Coach, I just don't think it's gonna be possible

for me to play on the team anymore.

Oh yeah, well...

Look, uh,

Scottie, I know what you're going through.

A couple years back a kid came to me

much the same way you're coming to me now.

Saying to me pretty much the same thing that you're saying.

He wanted to drop off the team.

His mother was a, a widow,

all crippled up. She was scrubbing floors.

She had, uh, had this pin in her hip.

So, he wanted to drop basketball and get a job.

Now these were poor people.

These were, these were hungry people with real problems.

Understand what I'm saying?

What happened to the kid?

I don't know. He quit.

Just a third stringer, I didn't need him.

Yeah, Coach, I'm a first stringer.

Yeah, and you already got a job working for your old man.

Fact of the matter is,

I should be coming to you when I need money.

Fine. Uh... thanks a lot, Coach.

Hey, don't mention it.

Like I said before, Mi casa es su casa.

Thanks.

- Scott! - Oh, hi, Boof.

- Hi. You going to work? - Yeah.

- Will you walk with me? - Catch you later, Boof.

- At the party. - Bye, Tina... Sheena...?

- Tina? - Tina, Tina.

I had the strangest dream last night, Boof. It was bizarre.

Was I in this one?

Yeah. Yeah, you, and, and, and Pamela

and a bunch of chickens.

Boof, how the hell are ya?

- Say no. - No!

Great talking to you.

- Chickens? - Yeah, big chickens.

Giant chickens. Like fryers, you know?

You know, that guy was right. We do suck.

No news there.

71-12. I don't even know what I'm doing out there.

I'm sick of it, Boof.

I'm sick of being so average.

And it's not just basketball. It's the school...

it's this town, it's everything.

I like Beacontown.

I'd just like my life to change, you know, I don't wanna end up

working for my dad at the hardware store.

Your father is a terrific guy.

Boof, look at me.

Now try and be objective.

Am I all right?

I mean, is anything wrong with me?

You should shower after basketball.

- I do. - Then, no.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Well then, uh,

why won't Pamela Wells say two words to me?

You can do a lot better than Pamela Wells.

- Like who? - Don't you have to be at work?

Hey, hey. Did I say something wrong?

No, no. See you at the party, okay?

- Hey, Angela. - Hi Scottie,

how are you doing? What was the score?

Very funny.

...fifty-three, fifty... What was the score?

Seventy one...

Don't tell me, I'll lose my count.

Well, down to our last waffle iron.

You know these wrenches are made in India?

How do they expect me to compete with the big boys,

- I'm not Sears and Roebuck. - I'm not Sears and Roebuck.

Well, I'm not.

You look a little tired today, Scott.

The coach is not giving you boy steroids or anything?

Not likely. Maybe he should. We lost 71-12.

You know, Beacontown hasn't won a ball game in...

It must be three years.

Ow!

You know, don't take it personally, Scott.

It's all part of growing up.

Yeah. Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Uh, any deliveries?

Ow!

Yeah. A teacher at the high school.

Some strange sounding guy called.

Sounded like he was in a big hurry.

Today?

I'm not sure what I wrote down,

but check the clipboard, that's what it's there for.

Well, it is.

It's broken.

A dog whistle?

Hi, Mr. Thorne. How are you, sir?

Whoa!

Thanks.

Whoa! What an arm.

Thanks, Mr. Thorne. I appreciate it.

Oh, hell.

I knew he was out there.

I didn't actually hear him, but I knew he was there.

I could only see a thin white crack of light

which set my bedroom apart...

More sensual, darling.

We need to feel you, want to smell you.