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: Hey hey man, what's the score? Yo! Chump! I'm talking to you! I'm talking to the fucking air. Billy Hoyle
: [sitting with the crowd watching Sidney and his friends play basketball on the Venice Beach basketball courts
] My name ain't chump, it's Billy Hoyle. Sidney Deane
: Billy Hoyle. BILLY HOYLE. Billy Hoyle. Okay Billy... can you count to ten, Billy? Billy Hoyle
: Yeah. Sidney Deane
: Good. What's the score... Billy? Billy Hoyle
: I don't know. Sidney Deane
: Then you're a chump. Billy Hoyle
: [before Sydney snatches Bill's basketball away from him
] I may be a chump, I just said that wasn't my name.
: [before donating money to The Venice Beach Boys
] You are so stupid. It would take your mother 1, no. 2 hours to watch 60 MINUTES. Sidney Deane
: Don't start that shit again.
: You calling me ugly? Sidney Deane
: Your mother did.
: [in Gloria's hotel room after realizing she left Billy
] Billy, I have four words for you: "Listen to the Woman". Billy Hoyle
: What the hell does that mean, "Listen to the woman"? I TRIED to listen to the woman and you're the one who talked me out of it. Sidney Deane
: Wait a minute. I didn't talk you out of anything. I presented you with an option and you took it.
: [playing in tournament prelims-overdub
] Don't let him pull that move, don't let him pull that move! That's the move! Oh that's the move!
: [intentionally antagonizing Spike and Willy, during the basketball tournament
] What, you still throwing up bricks? What is this, a Masons convention? Wha... clank, clank! I need, like, a welding torch to play in this league! I got an idea... let's just stop right now and gather up all these bricks and let's build a shelter for the homeless so maybe your mother will have a place to live!
: [referring to Sidney
] He lives in The Jungle, right? Billy Hoyle
: [while on a bus
] No honey, we can't. They don't let white people into the Crenshaw District. I don't know about Puerto Ricans but it's a reverse discrimination thing.
: [while lying in bed
] When I say I wanna make love, it means, "Let's screw." That's the kind of thing I thought you would say. Gloria Clemente
: I don't like the word "screw," OK? I prefer "make love" or "fuck." Screwing is for carpenters. Billy Hoyle
: [pours a glass of water in her face
] Oh, you're gonna get it! Gloria Clemente
: Oh, honey! Billy Hoyle
: Oh... Gloria Clemente
: We're you going? Billy Hoyle
: [irritated, while getting dressed
] Anywhere to get the hell away from you. Psycho, chiquita nut case! Gloria Clemente
: Oh, come back, I want to make love. Honey, come back, I want to screw!
: Yo, Billy, tomorrow we goin' to 3rd Street. We're goin' to hustle out there. That's Watts, tough games out there. Big bucks. Billy Hoyle
: Um-hmm. Sidney Deane
: [before entering his apartment complex
] Don't take it personally, baby. We teammates. Ebony and Ivory. Billy Hoyle
: [raises his middle finger at Sidney from his car
] Ha-ha-ha! Hey, I got your partner. Sidney Deane
: Oh,right. Fuck me. All I know is you better get your ass north of Le Brea before sunset.
: [while in Sidney's car
] Once again quoting myself,"a white man wants to win first look good second, a black man wants to look good first win second" that is the most ridiculous piece of philosophical BULLSHIT I have ever heard!
: [while in Sidney's car
] Either you're stupid or you're dangerous and you can't be stupid because stupid people can't push my buttons and piss me off so you must be dangerous Billy Hoyle
: To who? Sidney Deane
: To yourself
: [while on the Venice Beach basketball courts
] Fuck you, your mother's astronaut Billy Hoyle
: My mother was too drunk to be astronaut
: [standing next to Billy's car, parked outside Sidney's apartment complex
] You got a fine woman Billy Hoyle
: You keep your hands off her Sidney Deane
: What's the matter with you?I said she was fine, I didn't say I was going to touch her Billy Hoyle
: [pushes him
] If you touch her I'll kick your ass you hear me? Sidney Deane
: Look at this, it's starting to come clear Billy Hoyle
: Good Sidney Deane
: you're a real cool customer on the court, real chill out there, can't be rattled in your game, you don't even fall for that "nigger" shit out there on the court, but when it comes to your woman that's a different matter altogether, look at you I didn't even talk trash and you're already scared, I didn't even push up on the sister and you're already thinking about it this is good shit to know, I know your weakness Billy Hoyle
: Shut the fuck up Sidney Deane
: Billy, you're like every other white boys I've ever met Billy Hoyle
: And you're like every other brother I met on the play ground Sidney Deane
: Come on with it baby kick some shit Billy Hoyle
: You'd rather look good and lose rather look bad and win, how many dinners did your necklace set your family back? Sidney Deane
: Fuck you, you don't know shit about me