Monica: I'm a ball player. Coach Davis: [In her office after a game] We've got our final games against Oregon and Oregon State, and I'm shaking things up a bit, so... I'm starting you at point again. Monica: But, uh... I thought Sidra's ankle was OK for next game. Coach Davis: [impatiently] You want the job, or not? Monica: Yeah. [Keeps staring at Coach Davis] Coach Davis: What? Monica: It just... it just seems like you're always riding me. Coach Davis: [pauses, then speaks] You think I'd go hoarse for a player with no potential? When I ignore you... then you worry. Sidra O'Neal: That's what you get for trying to show out... freshman. Monica: I was just trying to play ball. Sidra O'Neal: You were TRYING to make me look bad. Monica: Didn't have to try very hard. Sidra O'Neal: Girl, don't you know you just sloppy seconds? Big Toni: Sidra. Let it go. Sidra O'Neal: The ONLY reason you here, is 'cause Tanya Randall got pregnant, and decided not to come. They were DONE recruiting. Zvette: That's cold, Sid. Sidra O'Neal: Just thought the girl should know. [stalks off to the showers] Shayla: Don't even trip, mama. She's just mad because she's bow-legged. Young Quincy: Can't do this shit! Zeke McCall: Boy, what did I tell you about using that word? Young Quincy: Can't should never be in a man's vocabulary. Quincy: If basketball is all you care about, why you bonin' me? Why don't you bone Dick Vital? Monica: It's a trip, you know? When you're a kid, you-you see the life you want, and it never crosses your mind that it's not gonna turn out that way. Monica: I'll play you. Quincy: For what? Monica: Your heart. Monica: What did I do? Quincy: You forgot to be there.
: I had curfew. If coach would've caught me I wouldn't of been able to start. Quincy: At least you got your priorities straight. Monica: I never asked you to choose. Quincy: You never had to. Quincy: I took the ho to Burger King. Monica: Cheap date. Quincy: All's fair in love and basketball. Camille Wright: I sometimes wish you'd grow out of this tomboy phase Monica: I won't. I'm a lesbian. [Her sister cracks up] Camille Wright: That ain't funny. Monica: That's what you think, is it? That I'd rather wear a jersey than an apron? Quincy: Double or nothing. Monica: [reads note] "Q, you are *so0o0o* fine. I been wantin' to get with you. Take me to the Spring Dance and I promise I'll leave you satisfied." [Disgusted] Monica: Ughh... What a *HO* Quincy: Why she gotta be a ho? Cuz she wan' get wit me? Monica: She's a *ho* 'cause she's sending her *coochie* through the mail Quincy: At least she's honest Monica: Yeah... an honest tramp ass ho Quincy: Didn't know you cared so much Monica: I don't. Quincy: Good. Quincy: Who you goin to the dance with anyway? Spalding? Monica: Who's Spalding? Quincy: [nods at basketball in Monica's hands] Monica: [punches Quincy] Stupid! Shawnee: Damn, I didn't know Nike made dresses.