'Sup, man? You getting outta here? Well, c'mon man! What the fuck you waiting on? Yeah,...

[Derek is leaving prison] Lamont: 'Sup, man? You getting outta here? Well, c'mon man! What the fuck you waiting on? Derek Vinyard: Yeah, you know, I got this funny feeling. Lamont: Oh yeah? What's that? Derek Vinyard: I'm thinking the only reason I'm getting outta here in one piece is you. Lamont: C'mon man! Get the fuck outta here, man! You think I'm gonna put my neck on the line for some crazy-ass peckerwood? Derek Vinyard: Yeah, right. Stupid. [a moment of silence passes and Lamont looks away] Derek Vinyard: That's what I thought. I owe you, man. Lamont: Man, you owe me shit, a'ight? Derek Vinyard: Yes, I do. [Derek offers his hand and Lamont takes it] Derek Vinyard: You'll be outta here in no time. Lamont: C'mon man, it's a piece of cake, a'ight? You just take it easy on the brothers, a'ight? The *brothers*!

Bye-bye. Get the fuck off my court. - This is my house. - Fuck you, bitch. - What happened? - I dropped the ball! Yeah! Get the fuck out of here! This is my court! Yes! Yeah. Derek wouldn't let us visit him in prison. He said it would make it too hard for him... ...and that if we came, he wouldn't see us anyhow. Three years without him, just wondering... ...and then at 7:00 this morning... ...we picked him up outside the gate. - Come on, Danny. - Der. The whole ride back, he didn't say anything. I wanted to stay home, but he said, "No, go to school. I'll see you later." Oh, come on. Give the guy a break. What's the matter? You too big to give me a hug? No, man. I just know you'll need someone to look after you while you adjust to all this space. Yeah, right.