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?
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]
[Jamal whips out a pistol and shoots at the car, leaving six bullet holes in the windshield]
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]
[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?
Andre Jackson
What's that smell?
Andre Jackson
That's nice. That's nice.