Shoresy (2022) s04e05 Episode Script

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(Dramatic instrumental music)
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(Text on screen)
(Shoresy): Let's everybody
listen up here, now!
(Michaels): Order in the court!
(Shoresy): Order in
the kangaroo court!
(Michaels): Court
is now in session.
Why are you standing
so close to me?
- Huh?
- It's just you're makin' me
fuckin' uncomfortable.
- I'm your bailer.
- Bailiff?
- I'm your bailiff.
Okay, okay, well, just,
you feel like you're gonna
- Actually, wait.
At this juncture,
Jim, Jim, and Jim are
now clients of old.
Right? Effective immediately,
I'll be representing
Goody, Dolo, and Hitch.
(Shoresy gasps)
- B'y ya don't got to.
(Shoresy): Oh no, I want
to. Oh no, I insist.
Prosecution may proceed.
Away you go, Shoresy.
People are saying the
Jims banged broads
my clients sometimes bang? Huh?
Is this true, Jim?
- Yeah.
- Jim?
- Yes.
- Jim?
- We just kissed.
(speaking French)
- Why?
- Okay, we did a bit more
than that, but we
didn't go all the way.
- Kissing's unbelievable.
- You were ordered
by the kangaroo
court to go apologize
to Pam, Britt, and Mel
about making up a story
about Dolo, Hitch, and
Goody and the hockey moms.
Now, are we to understand
that that apology
went extremely well?
Like, so well that it led
to sexual intercourse?
Or just trottin' to second
or third like Jim did,
for some reason.
- Jim?
Yeah. (Michaels): Jim?
- Yes.
- Jim?
Withstanding from sex is
not only a sign of respect
for your partner, but a sign
of respect for yourself.
That's what I wanna know.
With seven million
people on this planet.
- Seven billion.
- Shut the fuck up, Michaels!
You being handsome, athletic,
Indigenous Canadians,
certainly you coulda found
some other broads out there
that my clients
don't sometimes bang.
Where are you going
with this, Shoresy?
I'm just saying, maybe
it's one of those nights,
you just go home
and hammer on it.
So, what went wrong, Jim?
The broads didn't
believe us that the boys
didn't bang the hockey moms.
(Shoresy gasps)
- Jim?
- And we understood that maybe
they wanted to get with us
to get back at the boys.
(Shoresy gasps)
- Jim.
Yes, there are billions
of people on the planet,
many of them hot broads,
but it's rare to be invited
to bed by broads as hot as
Pam, Melodie, and/or Britt.
No, that's true.
Pretty fuckin' hot.
Bit young but
Jim, what'd you do if you
didn't go all the way, b'y?
- Do you really wanna know?
- Oh, my God.
At one point, I looked
at my phone and realized
I'd been talking for hours.
About nothing and everything
all at the same time.
We talked about our
journeys, and we cried,
and then we laughed
'til we cried.
I finally went to leave
as the sun was coming up
and we stood in the doorway
talking for another hour.
She told me she was an
Aries. And I was like,
"No way, that's crazy."
That's when it all made sense.
She's an Aries, I'm a Leo.
Hmm. Okay.
Cool.
What do you wanna
do here, Michaels?
Well, I'm hesitant to
hand down any additional
sentence because the ball
was clearly in their court.
- Who, the broads?
- The girls. Yes.
But I don't condone the Jims on
taking them up on it, either.
I mean, if I can
make a statement
regarding everyone present here,
we're about to start
playing together soon.
I mean, except for
- Shut the fuck up, Michaels.
- I'm sorry.
- Just shut the fuck up.
I am sorry.
We're gonna be teammates,
so we gotta start acting
like a fuckin' team.
Because I can safely conclude
that we are all worse
versions of ourselves
when we're not playing hockey.
(Ab's Song (by The
Marshall Tucker Band)
If I die at 23 ♪
Won't you bury me ♪
In the sunshine? ♪
Please let me know
That you're still mine ♪
Though I'm gone ♪
My love for you
Is oh, so strong ♪
And when the grass
grows over me ♪
Let me know ♪
You still love me ♪
Never put nobody
else Above me ♪
Then I'll know ♪
My love for you
Will always grow ♪
(song fades)
I think it's about time we reset
the tone in here, fellas.
I think maybe it's
about time we reset it!
(Feel the Love
(by Rudimental)
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah,
ah, ah-ah, yeah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
You know I said ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
You know I said ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know, you know, you know ♪
You know, you know, you know ♪
I gotta tell you, yeah ♪
I gotta tell you ♪
Tell you ♪
I gotta tell you ♪
Tell you ♪
I gotta tell you ♪
Tell you ♪
Tell you ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
You know I said it's true ♪
I can feel the love
Can you feel it too ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it ah-ah ♪
I can feel it, I can feel it ♪
I can feel it Can
you feel it too ♪
Ah-ah ♪
Too, too ♪
Ah-ah ♪
- So, it won't be TV then.
- Nope.
Well, I guess you got no choice
but to coach the Bulldogs.
- I'm not built to coach.
- You haven't tried it.
- I'd feel helpless back there.
You should try everything once.
Like I'd wanna jump
out of my skin.
- Don't be a fuckin' baby.
- I'd just wanna get out there
and kill somebody.
- Right.
I already just wanna get
out there and kill somebody.
- Just coach.
- I listen to you when you talk.
(Nat scoffs)
What are you gonna do, then?
I dunno.
Well, "I dunno."
I could just hear my mom saying,
"Get to doing something"
(both): "Or you're just a bum."
Little while after my
mom died, I got a shrink.
- You got a psychiatrist?
- A psychologist.
- What's the difference?
- Well, a psychiatrist
can prescribe drugs, and
a psychologist can't.
So, a psychologist is a shrink?
- They're both shrinks.
- What's a counsellor?
And why did you
say it like that?
- Like what? Huh?
- Like
Like, you got a shrink?
I dunno, just
always saw you as like the
tallest tree in the forest.
- What?
- Like the biggest
building in the city.
Is this supposed
to be a compliment?
Solid.
I gave my mom a lotta love.
The shrink said,
"Now that she's gone,
you need to find a
place to put your love."
That was you guys.
Our Bulldogs.
You love playing hockey,
but now that that's gone,
you need to find a
place to put your love.
(Nat breathes shakily)
(Nat): Find a place
to put your love.
(knock on door)
(Shoresy): Look at you.
- Look at me.
You look like you've
been in there missing me.
- I was callin' the cops.
- Oh yeah? Should I have texted
first so that you could
respond somewhere between
half a day and a full
day and a half later?
I like that you drop by.
It's old-fashioned and fun.
You think that's fun, wait
'til I take my shorts off.
- 'kay, do it.
- You want me to?
(both): Huh?
- I know you would.
I'd take my eyebrows off
for a high-five from
you right about now.
Let's go inside
and build a fort.
- My kid's in there.
- Three of us could
build a huge fort.
- Mm-hmm?
- What do I gotta do?
- Run a marathon.
(Shoresy chuckles softly)
Frustrated?
Comin' to the end of your rope?
Maybe you're not sure
about this after all.
- I'm sure.
- Yeah?
- I'm sure.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
(Shoresy): Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Okay.
(Greasy Dude): Quit
yellin', asshole!
(Shoresy): Shut up,
ya fuckin' crackhead.
(whistle screeches)
- Let's hear more about
this prospects party.
I don't wanna be
insensitive to the b'ys
who couldn't make
it, so I'll say dis.
It was the most fun I
ever had in me life.
- Fuck you!
- In me life, b'ys.
- Party was unbelievable.
- Got it.
(Shoresy): Yeah, looks like
the boys are ready for camp,
to me.
- B'ys looks real fast.
- Good skaters.
- Caleb's strong.
He's kickin' everything out.
Oh yeah, it's the stick,
Mase. It's the stick!
Yeah, flex it again. Make
sure it's not broken.
Then for sure you won't
whiff on the puck again.
Hey!
Tendy. You're the coach?
Don't talk (Shoresy): Huh?
Don't talk to my fuckin' guys.
So, you're the
one they're always
complaining about, huh?
- Such an idiot.
- What a loser.
You had enough underachieving
for the Bulldogs.
Thought you'd try
underachieving here instead, eh?
I'm warning you.
(Bulldogs): Whoa, whoa!
That's a warning! Be careful.
(Shoresy): Three
strikes, you're out!
Well, it's great they got a guy
like you to show 'em the way.
- Fuck you, Shoresy.
- No, I mean it.
You were smart enough
to quit the Bulldogs
before you became the
worst goalie in the history
of the NOSHO.
- Oh yeah.
Like statistically, the
worst goalie of all time.
- Really?
- Yeah, but don't worry.
I don't see anyone else
comin' along that's gonna be
as bad as you, so there's that.
Teachin' the b'ys anything
or just skatin' 'em, Tendy?
What are you teachin' them?
To give their balls a tug?
Is that allowed?
Can you do that?
What about the undergarment?
They take it off,
they keep it on, or what?
- They should put you guys
in charge of what to
wear with those shirts.
Oh yeah? You wanna try it on?
Little message from
everyone in Sudbury,
just when it couldn't
get any gayer
than the Blueberry
Bulldogs, you guys come
from the fuckin' top rope
with Blueberry Buddies.
- You like that, eh?
- Which is impossibly gayer.
- We'll get you a shirt.
- Impossibly gayer.
What do we do with
the guys today?
Well, what do they wanna do?
(Mason): Anything but hockey.
There's lots of things you can
do other than hockey, b'ys.
A week left before
we're all off to our own
respective camps.
I'd venture to guess
that we won't all be together
again until Christmas.
- That's four months.
- Nice, Michaels.
Good, quick math. Why don't
you run to the bathroom
and count the pubic hairs
on the edge of the urinal?
- Hang with the boys.
- Chase girls.
- Love tubing.
- I'd love to continue
developing my tubing
skillset, yes.
Yeah, tubing's so sick.
(all chattering)
The Blueberry Fest Dance
is kinda the last shake
for the boys, so we
wanna make it count.
You might even
have a second beer?
How are you gonna make it count?
Jackie's gonna close
on Maria Mercier.
- Tell 'em Jackie.
- Shut up.
- Jackie's gonna wheel.
- Shut up.
- Ever heard of Maria Mercier?
- No, we've never heard
of whatever 17-year-old
Ariana Grande fan
he's sweet on, Caleb.
- I'm Carter.
I've heard of Maria Mercier.
Are we gonna have to have
a private conversation?
She hangs out at our
parties, old man.
- She's a rocket.
- She's 23.
She's a fuckin' rocket.
She's the beer girl at our rink.
- Which one?
- That one.
(Shoresy): No. (Hitch):
Yeah, that one.
(Shoresy): Come on!
(whistle screeches)
(Goody): That one.
You'd have a better chance
at getting Ariana
Grande herself.
- I know.
- With that big forehead.
Yeah, he's got a
big forehead, eh?
Look at the big
forehead on him, look.
Look, if you can't
win, don't play.
Well, Shoresy, you
got Laura Mohr.
- Don't her ex play in the show?
- Calgary.
First-rounder.
That ain't necessarily
a big deal.
I follow her on Instagram.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, Jackie's on there
every five, ten minutes
looking at her bum-bum.
I know I can't get her.
Way outta my league.
I just think she's super hot.
- You can get her.
- What?
- You can get her.
- No, I can't.
Look, don't worry about your
weird nose and big forehead.
- Got a big nose on him, look.
- His teeth are too white.
You can get her.
What, you want the girl?
- Yeah.
- Well, you don't sound very
sure of yourself. Maybe
looking at her TikToks
makes you happy enough.
- Hundred percent.
- No, I do.
- So, you want the girl?
(Jack): Yeah.
- Then ya gotta go out
and get her, big boy.
- How?
Do you know how much ass
your Blueberry Buddies get?
- Tons.
- Tons of ass.
I know, sometimes I can't
believe how much ass
the boys get.
- A more than respectable
amount by any metric.
- So, with the help
of your Blueberry Buddies,
you're gonna close
on Marlena Mercier.
- It's actually
- But don't expect any help
from Michaels on that.
- Come on, really?
Unless you're looking for
some tips on being at home
eating solo paninis
and pullin' on it.
(Michaels): Fuck you, Shoresy.
- Hey, how about the balls
on Arby's with
those curly fries?
(all chattering) How
'bout the balls on them?
Hey!
You can get her.
- Even with that big forehead.
You better paint it bright
so a bird don't fly into it.
- We leave in a week.
- Well, we better get to work.
(Shoresy): Here we go now.
What does she like?
- I don't
- Huh?
I don't know.
She likes bikinis, boys.
- Yep.
- We know 100 percent
she likes those.
- Bunch of photos on her
Instagram. Ever seen it?
- Too busy on your mom's IG.
- What are her hobbies?
- Dancing.
Yeah, at all those clubs
you're not old enough
to get into, eh, Jackie?
- Not just at clubs,
at like, music
festivals and stuff.
Okay, so she likes to
play some tunes. Yes, sir!
Like techno and shit?
No, like country
and classic rock.
Can see if they'll put on
some oldies for ya, Hitch.
Sounds like a real
northern girl then.
- She is.
- Eh, Northern Ontario
where the men are men,
and so are the women.
Good observation, Jack.
She's almost always playing
country on those dudes' boats
she likes to bomb around on.
- In very little.
- If only you had a boat, eh?
She'd be a done deal.
- She'd be wrapped up.
You'd be boatin'
to your wedding.
So, she likes music
and she likes dancing.
- Do you dance?
- No.
- Well, ya better fuckin' learn.
- How?
- Put your head down.
- You put one foot
in front of the other
and figure it out.
- I can't!
- Sure you can.
You do the five finger
shuffle to her every night.
- Do you want the girl?
- Yeah, but
Huh? Well, how else are you
gonna fuckin' impress her?
She's five years older
and ten times hotter.
- Rocket.
- Bit young, but
You got that big
forehead on ya too, b'y.
The man makes a
good point, Jackson.
- About the forehead?
- No!
- What's your hair like?
- Fuckin' all gone real soon,
I'll tell ya that much.
- I'm not gonna dance.
Okay. You wanna wheel her,
you know she likes dancing,
but you don't wanna
dance for her?
- Would you?
- I'd be fuckin'
dancin' for her right
now. Like this. Eh?
She'd be forgettin' about
you real fuckin' quick.
Fuckin' Jake who?
- Jack.
Come on, you dance with Rosie
Palmer to her every night.
- Shut up.
- You lock the door
and play a little
shower frisbee.
- I'm not gonna dance.
- Then you don't want her.
- Yeah, I do!
- No, you don't.
(all): Yes, he does.
- You know what I'd do
for my girl?
- What?
Huh? I hate spiders.
Terrified of 'em. Turn
me into a little girl.
I'd give a tarantula
a Thai rub-down
just to take out her trash.
I'd lick a bum's big toe
just to clean her bathroom.
I'd eat dirt just to put
her duvet cover back on.
I'd learn to like cats just
to organize her clutter.
I'd bite into a beehive
just to hose out her bins.
I'd snort woodchips just
to do a load of her whites.
I'd suck a tiger shark's tit
to untangle the
cords behind her TV.
But you won't do a little
dance to impress her?
Ya gotta make the
girl smile, b'y.
I'm gonna teach ya a
little lesson here, boys.
If you wanna win,
you gotta be willing to
do whatever it takes.
All right? Whatever it takes.
I mean, Shoresy takes his
girl downtown every week
and sings her karaoke songs.
What it takes,
you fuckin' idiot.
Looks like an idiot
in front of everyone.
- She likes it.
- I wakes up two days later
still laughin' at how bad he is.
It's not how many you win,
it's how many you show up for.
See, and he does music.
He's the only one of you
who does fuckin' music.
Ya gotta be willin' to put
it all on de line, me son.
She posted she's
going to karaoke
at Little Montreal
tomorrow night.
(Mason): Why are you
on her page, Caleb?
The aforementioned
bum-bum, Mason.
- You're gonna sing.
- No way!
Ya said she likes tunes, right?
You don't wanna dance,
you're gonna sing.
- I can't!
- If Shoresy can do it,
you can do it.
- I'll look like an idiot!
That's the point! You
wanna look like an idiot.
It's not as if she thinks
you're fuckin' Brian McKnight.
Brian McKnight?
What, I'm just saying,
it's not as if she thinks
he's fuckin' Ginuwine.
- Pfft, you're hilarious, bro.
All I'm sayin' is
it's fuckin' not as if
she thinks he's singin'
in fuckin' Sisqo.
This is how you distract
her from your face.
Yeah, otherwise she's
just gonna be lookin'
at your ugly face.
- Look at the face on him, look.
Not as bad as Caleb's big head.
You mean Carter's.
- They've both got big heads.
- Guys
Don't let Mason off the hook.
That's a big head too, b'y.
We're the fuckin'
Blueberry Buddies
and the Big Head Boys.
(rap music plays)
Hey, you guys know
these pizza boxes
may not be recycled, right?
Why are you guys
just standin' here?
Huh?
They're sittin'
where we usually sit.
Oh yeah, I guess they're
sittin' where we usually sit.
All right, sit on the floor.
Now you guys can sit
where we usually sit.
All right, since we're on
the topic of playin' tunes,
I'll refer to Hitch.
- Defer.
- Hmm?
- Defer.
- What?
- You said refer.
- Yeah.
- Ya means defer.
- No, I don't.
- Yeah, you do.
So, I said refer,
but I mean defer?
It's a good thing
I'm pretty, boys.
Now Jack, as we
already established,
no one expects ya to get up
there and be Bell Biv Devoe.
Best you can hope for
is to go make a fool
outta yourself like Shoresy.
- Depends who ya ask.
- You look dumb, bro.
- Depends who ya ask.
Look, and he does music.
Listen to the guy
who does music.
Ya gotta act the fool, me son.
Why would I wanna
make a fool of myself?
'Cause that's how you get
'em right in the twat.
- Pardon?
- The whole point
of the exercise is
to show the girl
you're willin' to
take a risk for her.
- Be brave.
- Stick your neck out.
- Give your balls a tug.
- Ya wants to show her
you're willin' to put
yourself in a vulnerable
position for her.
- What it do.
Whatever it takes to
make the girl smile.
- What it does.
- And for that level
of vulnerability,
ya must pick a song
that's incredibly hard to sing.
- Yes.
- What?
- There ya go, Jackie.
Somethin' with a bunch o'
high notes and all that.
- Come on.
- Show her you're ready
to put yourself on the
line for her, me son.
- Really?
- That's how you get 'em
right in the twat.
- And for dat,
I wants to introduce the
b'ys to a 1982 classic.
Hitch, you're old as dirt, eh?
From their self-titled
debut album, "Sheriff."
Dis is, "When I'm Wit' You."
- I love this song.
- Jack, fuckin' seriously,
pay attention. This
is a really good one.
Just listen to de lyrics, b'ys.
(Shoresy): Pay attention.
(When I'm With
You (by Sheriff)
I never needed love
like I need you.
Pay attention, Jack.
And I never lived for nobody,
like I live for you.
Yeah, yeah! (Dolo): Mm-hmm.
Ooh babe ♪
(Shoresy): Yeah! Yeah!
- Lost in love ♪
Is what I feel ♪
(Shoresy): Wow!
When I'm with you ♪
- Baby ♪
- Hey, Shoresy, wait,
there's another verse.
- Fuck. Fuck.
Maybe it's the
way ya touches me,
like the warmth of the sun.
(Shoresy): Pay attention.
- Maybe it's the way ya smiles.
To come undone.
- Ooh babe, lost in love ♪
- Yes, yes!
(Shoresy): Yes!
Is what I feel ♪
(Shoresy): Yeah!
When I'm with you ♪
As a team.
Dun-dun!
(Bulldogs): Baby ♪
Yeah, yeah ♪
Ooh, I get chills
when I'm with you ♪
Oh, oh, whoa, oh ♪
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah ♪
My world stands still
when I'm with you ♪
(Shoresy): Wow!
- When I'm wit' you.
(Bulldogs): Woo!
(Shoresy): That's what it
takes. Right fuckin' there.
(Hitch): Okay, Jackie boy.
The stage has been set.
I heard she likes country
music and old classic rock.
Which song are you gonna select?
Uh
(Carter): Later.
(Shoresy): Where's
your hand signal?
(Mason): Shut up! (Shoresy):
Signal your intent!
(Jill): Shoresy!
(tire rasps on road)
Got a minute?
I'm gonna give myself a big pat
on the back for all of this.
Fer what?
He's got energy when he
goes to see you guys.
He's excited.
He's got a weird laugh, eh?
He's never excited to
go to Lakers practice.
Well, they don't look like fun.
Especially in the
middle of summer.
- He hates his other coach.
- He's a fuckin' loser.
He thinks you're
cool. They all do.
They'll do well out there.
Thank you for doing this.
- See ya.
- Go straight there.
No stopping at Carter's.
- Okay.
I'm gonna call and
check. (Mason): I know.
You pack your Clearasil?
(Mason): Shut up!
Fuckin' Neutrogena guy then, eh?
Where's he goin'?
To his dad's.
So, how do you like it?
What?
Being a Blueberry Buddy.
It's not so bad after all.
- I don't hate it.
I heard some chatter around town
that your teammates
really like it.
- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm. (Jill giggles)
I mean they really like it.
Yep.
There's some perks to the job.
That ever cross your mind?
What?
(Jill sighs)
I don't want my neighbours to
see you come into the house,
so go around back.
I'll open the gate.
(Echo (Huna Edit) (by
Araya, Huna, ft. Raprave)
(♪)
(♪)
(music fades)
- I got somethin' to say to you.
- Looks like it.
I'm gonna tell ya
somethin' right now.
- Let me have it.
- You're brutal.
- What?
- You're fuckin' brutal.
Not just brutal,
but fuckin' brutal?
- You got a cute guy like me.
- Who's cute?
- Me!
- You'd be a lot cuter
if you were makin'
me a sandwich.
- I'm basically a celebrity.
- And you're washed up
in both hockey and
broadcasting. Go on.
I'm here all the
time telling you
that it all stops at you.
And you're always like,
"No!" (Laura laughs)
"I need to be sure
that you're sure!"
This is all recording
on my doorbell cam.
So, I'm here to tell ya that
if this is how it's gonna be
- It is.
- This is what I have to do,
fuckin' hands off 'til I
somehow prove it to ya.
- You do.
- Then I'm gonna do
the hell out of it.
- Good.
- I'm gonna do it like crazy.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay!
- Okay!
- Okay!
- Okay.
- Okay!
- Okay.
Okay!
(Greasy Dude): Quit
yellin', asshole!
(Shoresy): Shut up,
ya fuckin' junkie!
(whistle screeches)
- They're in!
- Who?
The boys? (Nat): Where?
(both): Weird Sudbury!
Done deal.
(soft music)
I'd love if the boys were here.
Well, the Bulldogs only
have pull to get one minor
into the bar, not four.
(operatic singing)
Settle down. Oh, my God.
(all chattering) Settle down.
(MC): Next up, we've got Jack.
(Bulldogs cheer)
Jack to the stage, please.
(all chattering)
(Shoresy): This is
gonna be really good.
Hey, Jack, you wanna dedicate
the song to anybody or?
No, you sure?
- Yep.
Wanna dedicate the
song to anybody here?
- I think she'll figure it out.
- All right! It's up to you.
(My Maria by B.W. Stevenson)
My Maria ♪
(Shoresy): Oh yeah!
How 'bout the balls on him?
Don't you know that I've
come a long, long way ♪
(Shoresy): Yes,
sir! Here he goes.
I've been longin'
to see her ♪
When she's around she
takes my blues away ♪
Yes, yes!
Sweet Maria ♪
(Bulldogs cheering)
The sunlight surely
hurts my eyes ♪
I'm a lonely dreamer ♪
On a highway in the skies ♪
(Shoresy): Oh yeah, hell yeah.
Here it comes. Here it comes.
Maria ♪
(singing high note)
(Bulldogs cheer)
Maria ♪
(singing high note)
(cheering)
I love you ♪
Nailed it. Nailed it.
(all clapping)
(Shoresy): Yeah!
Wow.
My Maria ♪
(Shoresy): Here he goes.
- There were some blue ♪
And sorrow times ♪
Just my thoughts about you ♪
Bring back my peace of mind ♪
(Shoresy): Woo!
- Okay, b'ys,
he done it. Let's go!
Gypsy lady ♪
Game time, boys.
You're a miracle
work for me ♪
Look at this guy!
How good is he?
You set my soul free ♪
Like a ship
sailing on the sea ♪
- Yeah, buddy.
- Here it comes.
Here's the whole team.
She is the sunlight
when her ♪
(all): Skies are grey ♪
(crowd cheering)
She treats me so right, lady ♪
(all): Take me away ♪
Here it comes. Here it comes.
(all): My Maria ♪
(singing high note)
Maria ♪
(singing high note)
I love you ♪
(all cheering)
(applause)
(laughing)
(What I See In Me
(by Conrad Taylor)
(excited chatter)
(♪)
(♪)