The LeBrons2011

Condor:
[Kid shoots the basketball at the hoop] Ugh. Don't you get tired of making that shot?

Kid:
I will when I miss. [laughs and gives Erik a high five]

Condor:
I'll show these fools. [walks off as Kid and Erik give each other a fist bump. Condor is practicing with the ball] Now that's skids.

Kid:
Yo, just shoot the ball!

Condor:
No preemie just shootin' here. Ain't the ball would tell you when it's good and ready. Hmmmm, now you're talking to me? Are you talking to me? Now. [Condor shoots the ball at the hoop] Oh! It just spunk. [Kid looks embarrassed]

Erik:
Well, let me show you how it really gets done. [Erik points his finger up and summons rocket science digits] Agh ponusus equal to the distance between the land and the boom...

Kid:
Come on, Erik, it's not a rocket science, just shoot it!

Erik:
Actually, it is. [picks the ball up] One, two, three, four! [Erik throws the ball up to the sky. It disappears]

Kid:
Dang. I think Boy Genius lost our ball again. [the ball drops from the sky and falls through the hoop]

Erik:
Seven, eight, nine, ten. [catches the ball]

Kid:
[snatches the ball from Erik] Yo, are we playing horse or what? Can't tell what you fools. [walks off and practices]