Finding Forrester

Kids don't care about
what he puts down on paper.

Let's go! Between the yellow lines!
Let's go!

Yo, T.
What up, Fly?
-How you?

Look, look. You looking
for tickets, little bro?

Dead tonight.
Sorry about that.
Come on, man.
We know you got tickets.

l got four words for you:
Bos-ton Red Sox. All right?

The Yanks and Sox tickets, they damn
near been sold out almost a month.

All right, Mr. Fly?
And by the way, why don't you go
tell Camry boy over there...

...that he need to back up
his little cheap-ass bumper...

...on that Mercedes there.
Go handle that.
Let's go, Fly! Let's go!

What the hell, Jamal? Moms called.
Tell me about the test.
What's up with that?

-Nothing, man.
-What do you mean, nothing?

This in the way of your plans?
Remember, it was your plan first, T.
Yeah, l know.
A little college ball and all.

Then start signing checks,
solving everybody else's problems.

Look at me, though.
Whoa, hold a minute.
Hold on to these.
l guess this makes it our plan now.
-One thing.
-What up?

Don't say nothing
about them test scores.

Don't worry, l'm your brother, dog.
Whatever me and you discuss,
it stays between me and you.

-Love you, dog. All right?

Make sure you keep one thing in mind:
Moms knows when the game ends,
so take your ass straight home.

-Don't get into no trouble.

Be careful. Stay safe, all right?
-Love, dog.
-All right, T. Good looking.

All right, Jamal. Be careful.
Stink in here.
J, you see that window?
He keeps that one cracked sometime.
Yo, light's been out
for two hours, dog.

You sure he asleep?
That Methuselah's like a thousand
years old. That's all they ever do.

Yo, J, man. For the reals, son,
l don't know about this.