Y'ALL IN THE MOOD FOR SOME J.R. REID ARMPIT AND BUTT SHOTS?
"I CAME FOR THE J.R.REID CROTCH SHOTS."
"I AM NOT DISAPPOINTED."
"Honey, are we still going to the Charlotte Hornets game tonight?"
"SURE WHY NOT I ONLY HAVE A BROKEN NECK."
"It's just that, I got these tickets through work months ago. They're really good seats."
"WHAT'S BASKETBALL LIKE? IS THERE A LOT OF BACK AND FORTH?"
"I mean, yeah, there's some, but where we're sitting th-"
"IF I WEAR MY WHITE SHIRT MAYBE IT'LL BLEND IN AND LOOK LIKE A TURTLENECK."
"Great idea. Actually, do you have an off-white shirt?"
"ARE YOU EMBARRASSED TO BE SEEN WITH ME, NICK?"
"What? Pfft. Nooooo! I just - I know how much it hurts. That's why I have Joe on standby. Just in case you didn't feel up to it."
"YOU'RE FULL OF SH*T. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ANYWAY. IF YOU WOULD HAVE STOPPED THE MECHANICAL BULL WHEN I TOLD YOU TO ... FORGET IT. GET THE KEYS. I AM GOING TO SPITE YOU."
"Fine. Good. Whatever. Who's driving?"
"DEPENDS. IS THE ARENA IN A DIRECT STRAIGHT LINE FROM WHERE I AM STANDING RIGHT NOW?"
"I forgot for a second. I'm sorry. I'm flustered, okay?"
"NO REALLY, GIVE ME THE KEYS. MAYBE WE CAN STOP AT A HIP-HOP DANCING CLASS ON THE WAY THERE."