Shane Falco:
[Shane parks his truck at the stadium and sees several of the former Sentinels approaching his truck]
You gotta be kidding me. Come on Martel, I didn't park in your space.
Eddie Martel:
No, no. But unfortunately, you did park in La Mont's space. And he's not nearly as lenient as I am.
Malcolm La Mont:
On three fellas. One, two, three!
[the former Sentinels tip over Shane's truck. Shane begins to walk away until Jamal and Andre step up]
Andre Jackson:
We got this, we got this.
Jamal Jackson:
Y'all wanna put the car back?
Eddie Martel:
Gentlemen, this is none of your business.
Andre Jackson:
Shane's our business. We're the guards.
Jamal Jackson:
And we protect our quarterback.
[the former Sentinels all crack up laughing]
Jamal Jackson:
Oh, you got jokes. You got jokes. That's your ride right there, ain't it?
[Jamal nods at a very expensive looking car]
Eddie Martel:
Yeah.
[Jamal whips out a pistol and shoots at the car, leaving six bullet holes in the windshield]
Eddie Martel:
That's my windshield, you crazy mother...
Jamal Jackson:
Put the car back!
Malcolm La Mont:
Son of a bitch!
Jamal Jackson:
Son of a bitch? Oh, son of a bitch. Son of a bitch? Son of a bitch?
[Jamal shoots the driver side window, shattering it]
Eddie Martel:
Stop, stop, stop! Come on goddamn it, help me!
[Sentinels shove Shane's truck back over]
Malcolm La Mont:
You're gonna pay for that.
Jamal Jackson:
No I'm not. Stop messing with my man, and that includes his ride. Matter of fact, wax that muthafucka. Give it a tune up.
[as if nothing has happened]
Jamal Jackson:
Ya ready to go to practice Shane?
Shane Falco:
Yeah. Let's do that.
Andre Jackson:
What's that smell?
Shane Falco:
Wild yam.
Andre Jackson:
That's nice. That's nice.
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