Nellie: Well fellas, that didn?t go so well. Baron Davis: Sorry guys. I should have kept my cool. Baron?s Beard: What the hell you talkin? ?bout Baron? We didn?t do nuthin? wrong! The refs screwed us! Baron Davis: Quiet, Beard. You already got me in enough trouble tonight. Baron?s Beard: I?m jus? sayin? that we didn?t deserve to get tossed. Baron Davis: Shut up! Baron?s Beard: DON?T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I?M A GROWN BEARD! Baron Davis: Sorry. Nellie: Regardless, we played crap out there tonight. We let them control the tempo. Now, as coach, it?s my duty to? [Monta Ellis starts giggling in the corner] Nellie: Something funny, Ellis? Monta Ellis: You said ?doody?! Nellie: Jesus Jeffrey Christ. Anyway, for one, we have to take care of the ball, guys! We have to pass better. We have to dribble the ball better. Andris Biedrins: In Soviet Russia, ball dribble you. [Room goes silent] Nellie: Thanks Andy. Now, we?ve done a decent job on Dirk, but? Mickael Pietrus: Oui, tres bien, in France, we never bow down to Germans! [Room goes silent again] Nellie: Now who can tell me what we need to do differently in Game Three? Stephen Jackson [screaming, shirtless]: We gotta drop ?dem muthafuckas! ?Dey a bunch of jump shootin? bi*ch muthafuckas! You come at the king you best not miss. And we gotta drop ?dem refs too! Yo, coach, you want me to put a dime out on Salvatore?s ass? I got me some hardcore peeps here in the Lone Star State. Nellie [head in hands, with a look of utter disgust]: What did he just say? Adonal Foyle [putting down a newspaper]: It?s my contention that Mr. Stephen first depicted our Dallas-based counterparts as feminine athletes who are currently engaging in non-marital sex with our mothers, which would seem to be a contradiction in itself. Now, in Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand says that there are no contradictions, so? Nellie: Put a cork in it, Adonal. How?s about you go make me a grilled cheese sandwich? Use the good gruyere. Andris Biedrins: In Soviet Russia, cheese grill you. Sarunas Jasikevicius [standing up]: We beat ourselves tonight. Jason Terry and Josh Howard continuously outhustled us. Nellie: Hey, this is a players-only meeting. No ballboys allowed. Scram! Sarunas Jasikevicius: But I am on the team. [Nellie stares blankly at him] Sarunas Jasikevicius: ? I?m Sarunas Jasikevicius. [Nellie continues to stare blankly at him] Sarunas Jasikevicius: ? I came over in the Murphy-Dunleavy trade. [Nellie keeps staring blankly] Sarunas Jasikevicius [sighs]: ? you?ve been calling me ?Vince? for the last three months. [Nellie keeps staring blankly] [Sarunas Jasikevicius sits back down, defeated and muttering something in Lithuanian under his breath.] Stephen Jackson: Hey don?t trip, Vince. We?ll get ?em in Game Three. [Nellie pours himself a big glass of Scotch] Monta Ellis: Hey, anyone want some candy? [Nellie downs the Scotch] --------------- LOL.
