Best Foot Forward (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
I'm so excited.
Dude, you've played soccer before.
I know, but it's my first school team.
I'll get to be a part of pep rallies,
wear my jersey to school
on game days--
And I can run through those
giant paper banner things.
I've always wanted to do that.
It is kinda fun.
- You've done it?
- Of course.
Awesome.
We get to just walk right out of school
and over to the fields,
and I don't need my parents to drive me.
And I can just sit down
and do my homework outside.
How cool is that?
Wow. Your homeschool world
was tiny, wasn't it?
Yeah, I never really knew it was
until I came here.
But now I get to leave home at home.
Water's over here,
and I have baggies of oranges.
Got to get your vitamin C.
- Mom?
- Go get 'em. Go, Pirates.
Looks like home came to you.
What is she doing here?
I'm gonna go see what's up.
Have fun at volleyball.
Have fun with your mom.
What are you doing here?
What do you mean? I'm team parent.
I've always been team parent.
But I haven't even made the team yet.
Honey, everyone makes the school team.
- Really?
- Yeah.
So, when I found out
that you were trying out, I volunteered.
That's efficient.
Thank you.
All right, let's go. Line it up.
You better go. Break a leg.
But not the fake one, it's expensive.
I don't know why you're walking.
Thank you for the hustle.
Yeah.
All right.
I hope you brought your A game
because it is time for tryouts.
So, Josh and Mom are at soccer,
and Luisa's at a friend's house.
Do you know what that means?
Boys' night!
I love it!
- How 'bout we start with a bit of racing?
- You're on.
Don't get too excited, all right?
Because you are going down, brother.
I'm getting that diamond.
You're getting my dust, old man.
- Yes!
- Come on, Gary.
- Hawk's online.
- Okay,
you can play him
after we finish this game.
Sweet.
Bummer.
Game over.
I'm gonna go play with Hawk.
What was that?
Dude.
You can't just end the game on purpose.
You said I could play with my friend
when we're done with the game.
And we're done. So…
Well, technically, I guess that's true.
But I thought it was boys' night.
It still is. Just with different boys.
DD's online.
Hey, Hawk, see if DD can play.
- That's awesome!
- If you need a fourth…
I'm here.
Sliced mango!
Your mom's snack game is as delicious
as a Pythodragon's embrace.
- That's a good thing.
- Cool.
All right, listen up!
This is our starting lineup.
Now, when I call your name--
Yes. I'm starter.
Kyle.
All right. Here are our starters.
- Right defender, Kyle S.
- Yes.
Left defender, Libby Porter.
- Sweeper, Julia Thomas.
- Yay.
- Keeper, Eli Kelleher.
- Yes!
- Left forward, Cash Preston.
- Heck yes.
Center forward, Niki Teheripore.
And right forward, Josh Dubin.
Yes!
I knew you'd make starter!
Congratulations to the rest of you.
Job well done. Yarr.
All right. If you're not a starter,
you will get playing time.
So don't worry.
Practice tomorrow, same time.
All right, bring it in.
Let's hear it.
- Go, Pirates! Yarr!
- Yarr!
You stole my spot.
- What?
- I started last year.
Then you show up,
and now I'm riding the bench.
Sorry.
I guess Coach just thought
I played a little bit better than you.
Yeah. Or maybe my mom
should have been team parent.
What does that mean?
"I knew you'd make starter."
You think Coach is not gonna
give the starting spot
to the kid with the fake leg
when his mom is standing right there?
- What?
- She'd probably sue the school.
No. My mom's not like that.
Yeah, it's probably just a coincidence.
Congratulations.
- Right, so--
- Thank you. Yep. Thank you.
Thank you.
Dude.
Dude. Of course,
you deserve to be a starter.
Trust me.
I've had gym with Kibler for three years,
and when he runs too fast, he falls down.
But my mom
said she knew I'd be a starter.
Because she has confidence
in you like a good parent.
You didn't hear how she said it.
It was like she was winking
with her mouth.
Do mouths wink?
It was like she already
knew I'd make the team.
Josh, you are way overthinking this.
I thought I was too.
But after thinking about it some more,
I started to rethink it,
and now I don't think I am.
Pretty sure that's the definition
of overthinking it.
Do you think you played well at tryouts?
Well… I mean, yeah, but--
Great. So, there you go.
You earned your spot. End of story.
What if I didn't really play
better than Kibler,
and my mom pressured Coach
into getting me the spot?
What if all of my coaches have lied to me
and pretended that I was better than I am
because my mom made them?
How could I know how good I am at soccer?
This is seriously
what you're doing right now?
You're freaking out 'cause you're starter
on the soccer team?
But do I deserve to be?
Okay, I'm out. Deep breaths.
Dude, I don't know what's going on,
but you gotta stop.
How can I?
I mean, so much of my life might be a lie.
Well, just try look
on the bright side of things.
What bright side?
Man, I don't know.
You usually come up with something,
so I just kinda thought you would.
Nothing?
Nope.
Bummer.
All right, guys.
Have a great game. Go get 'em.
Water? Here you go.
There you go.
- Yo, Gabriella! Over here.
- Are you sure?
Thanks, Miles.
It's Kyle.
Oh, my gosh, I know.
You're still easy to mess with.
Right.
Hey, Matt.
- Hey, Mom.
- Hey, buddy. Saved you a seat.
Nah, I'm good.
Matty, it's me.
Your dad.
From home.
And I'll see you there.
All right, starters on the field!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Dubin!
Don't choke.
All right! Let's go, Josh!
Let's go, buddy!
Let's go!
- Yeah! Josh!
- Go, Josh!
- Let's go, Pirates!
- Yes!
- Keep that eye on the ball.
- Go, Josh, go!
You go, Josh. Pass. Dubin!
- Hello!
- Wait.
Dubin! Get your head in the game!
Sorry, Coach.
Come on, buddy. Stay on him.
It's okay, Pirates. Let's go!
We'll get it back.
- Hustle back. Hustle back.
- Go! Go! Go!
- Get it back, buddy. Let's go.
- That's it.
Pass the ball, Josh.
Pass it. Pass the ball, Josh!
Pass the ball!
Come on, Kelleher!
All right. Let's go!
Don't be scared of her.
Come on, Josh.
Josh, go right. Stay on her!
Okay. Okay. All right, Josh.
Let's get it back!
Let's get it back! Let's get it back!
Get that ball! Come on! Get down there.
Josh. That's right, Dubin.
Run it down! Run it down!
Go, Josh! Go!
I've always been team parent.
I knew you'd make starter.
Don't choke.
Okay. It's all right, buddy,
get back into it. Get it back.
What?
Hey, great job out there today.
What? I was terrible.
You weren't terrible.
You showed a lot of hustle--
And when that ball hit you
in the back of the head?
That thing was going right for the net,
so you blocked a goal.
I bet you'll do even better next time.
- I'm not a--
- You're not what?
- I'm not upset about how I played.
- Really?
That's good. It really is good.
It's a new school, new team.
- It's a lot to handle--
- Did you force Coach to make me a starter?
What? Why would I do that?
You just told me I did a great job today,
and I stunk.
Has every other
"great job" been a lie, too?
Have I ever deserved to be on any team,
or did I just get picked because of you?
Why did you have to be team parent?
Josh, what brought this up?
I saw you talking to Coach at tryouts.
Of course I was talking to Coach.
I was letting her know she had
my permission not to go easy on you.
How do I know that?
You've always wanted me
to feel good about myself,
so it makes sense you've always
told coaches to tell me I was good.
Even if I wasn't.
Josh, your whole life
I've always told you,
"The only place to look for confidence,
is inside yourself.
The only person you
should let judge you, is you."
So if you think you don't deserve
to be a starter, then you don't.
But I don't know if I do.
Well, buddy, nothing I can say
is gonna change your mind.
- Dude, can I have some privacy?
- Nope.
I'm hiding from Dad.
This is the only place I could hang out
without him forcing himself into my life.
Mom too.
She had to be stupid team parent
and ruin everything.
They're always there.
Why can't they just let us
do our own thing?
Right?
I just wanna succeed or fail on my own.
Which is why I'm writing Coach
a resignation letter
telling her I'm quitting the team.
A letter? Dude, just hide like me.
You know you can't hide from Dad forever.
You live in the same house.
Only until I'm 18.
How could he think I would do that?
That's the exact opposite
of what I've ever done.
I want Josh to have the same opportunity
as everyone else,
not anything better.
Well, if it makes you feel any better,
neither one of our sons wants
to spend time with us.
I spent the whole week trying
to get Matt to acknowledge me.
He just wants to spend time
with his friends.
And I keep hoping if I push,
he'll come around and actually
wanna spend time with me again.
That's not gonna work.
Of course not. But I'm desperate.
I know that Josh is getting older
and that he wants his space,
- but I feel like we're giving it to him.
- Yeah.
I see him half as much as I used to,
and now he wants to make that even less?
I don't know what I did wrong.
I don't know why he doesn't
wanna spend time with me anymore.
I keep thinking about what it was like
when I was the kids' age.
I mean, when you were 12,
did you wanna spend time
with your parents?
No, but I'm nothing like my mom.
Don't say I'm anything
like my mother, Gary.
I would-- I wasn't going there.
I know better.
I'm nothing like my dad,
but they're still pushing us away.
I don't know, maybe they just
don't need us as much anymore.
But they're so young.
I don't know. I thought we had more time.
This is why we have Luisa.
She's good for another six months.
I mean, maybe eight.
Seriously? You're quitting?
I mean, what other choice do I have?
Well, you can hear me out, not quit?
I just need to walk away
and start fresh next year.
- Okay, sure.
- All right. Well, ask me later.
I'll see you in a minute.
- Coach Barth.
- Yeah?
I need to give you this.
What's this?
It's my resignation letter.
I'm quitting the team.
Wow. Well, I can certainly appreciate
the effort you put into this.
Nice, thick stationery.
But I'm not letting you quit.
Because my mom
will get mad at you.
No, because if everyone
who had a stinker of a game quit,
we'd have no team.
You thought I stunk?
Yeah, you were pretty terrible.
I was terrible.
Well, I'm glad that we agree.
So, you'll understand why I'm starting
Kibler today instead of you?
Wait, really? You're benching me?
Okay, why do you keep smiling?
Because it means I deserved
to be a starter in the first place.
Well, yeah. You deserved
to be a starter after your tryout,
and you deserve to be benched
after your last game.
Thank you.
Okay. You go suit up.
I'll see you on the field.
Yes, Coach.
- So, how'd it go?
- She benched me.
I thought you were quitting?
I thought I was too,
till she told me I was terrible
and needed to ride the bench.
So, you lost your starting spot,
and that's a good thing?
Yes. I thought I was bad when I was good,
which made me bad and got me benched.
Which is good
because Coach knows I was bad,
and I know I was bad,
and we're on the same page.
And my mom had nothing to do with it.
Okay, yeah. I don't get sports.
I do get sports, but I don't get this.
I have to get changed.
Hey, buddy.
What you up to? Wanna do a little racing?
No, I'm gonna go skate with my friends.
Got it.
Dad, where's my helmet?
- It's on the couch.
- Thanks.
Dad, do you know where my bag is?
It's by the chalk wall.
Thanks.
Dad, my trucks are loose again.
- Can you tighten them?
- Sure thing.
Put this up here.
These are about to fall off.
How hard you riding this thing?
Pretty hard, I guess.
You guess? I can tell.
Are you grinding the rails at school?
A little.
Yeah. That ought to do it.
Thanks.
Love you, Dad.
Love you too, buddy.
- I'll see you at Josh's game later.
- Okay.
He needed me three times in,
like, two minutes.
All right. Okay.
Apples, Kyle?
Why, thank you, Gazilla.
All right. Let's go. Let's go!
Let's go, Pirates! Yarr!
Take those positions. Here we go!
Go, Pirates.
- Let's go!
- Niki, let's go.
- Come on. Okay.
- Stop.
- Andrew! Hands down!
- Keep your eye on it.
Let's go!
Kibler. Faster!
All right. Here we go. Come on!
Left! Left!
Come on. Kibler!
Going on!
Faster, Kibler! Work for it!
You ran too fast.
All right. Sub! Dubin, you're in.
- Okay, Josh.
- Yeah.
- That's it.
- Well done, buddy!
Go, go, go!
- Let's go, Josh!
- Let's go, Joshy!
- Come on, Dubin.
- You go this, buddy. You got it.
- Come on, Dubin!
- Stay with it!
Go! Go, Josh!
Come on, buddy. Go, go, go!
That's right. You go!
Get down there! Get it in there!
Go! Go! Go!
Go, go, go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Yeah!
- That's it!
Did you see that?
Yeah! Nice work! He did it! He did it!
Way to go, Josh!
- Good job!
- Another one.
Hey.
Hey. Great job out there today.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
You really came to life out there.
I mean, you played really well.
Yeah. I feel like I did.
Mrs. Josh's Mom.
You have to come back as team parent.
Look at these apple slices.
Who doesn't know to squirt some lemon
in there to keep them from browning?
This is bush league.
I'm so sorry, Eli.
I've just gotten a bit busy,
- and I don't have time to--
- Yes, you do.
That thing that was keeping you busy,
it's gone.
Coach wants you back at next practice.
Thanks.
Yes! Everyone, she's back.
The phoenix of hydration
and sustenance rises from the ashes!
- Dude.
- Dubin.
Hey.
- Hey, Mrs. Dubin.
- Hi, Kyle.
Mom, this is Gabriella.
Hi.
- Hi. It's so nice to finally meet you.
- So nice to meet you.
So, we were gonna go grab some Froyo.
You coming?
Yeah. Of course.
Here's some money
and I will see you at home.
Thanks, Mom.
Man, I haven't had
frozen yogurt in forever.
Think we can get
dulce de leche samples?
- I was thinking strawberry Froyo…
- Don't cry here.
Don't cry here. Get in the car.
…chocolate chunks, some cookie chunks.
I'm gonna get gummy bears on mine.
And sour worms.
- Oh, yeah. Gummy bears.
- Yeah!
Dude, you've played soccer before.
I know, but it's my first school team.
I'll get to be a part of pep rallies,
wear my jersey to school
on game days--
And I can run through those
giant paper banner things.
I've always wanted to do that.
It is kinda fun.
- You've done it?
- Of course.
Awesome.
We get to just walk right out of school
and over to the fields,
and I don't need my parents to drive me.
And I can just sit down
and do my homework outside.
How cool is that?
Wow. Your homeschool world
was tiny, wasn't it?
Yeah, I never really knew it was
until I came here.
But now I get to leave home at home.
Water's over here,
and I have baggies of oranges.
Got to get your vitamin C.
- Mom?
- Go get 'em. Go, Pirates.
Looks like home came to you.
What is she doing here?
I'm gonna go see what's up.
Have fun at volleyball.
Have fun with your mom.
What are you doing here?
What do you mean? I'm team parent.
I've always been team parent.
But I haven't even made the team yet.
Honey, everyone makes the school team.
- Really?
- Yeah.
So, when I found out
that you were trying out, I volunteered.
That's efficient.
Thank you.
All right, let's go. Line it up.
You better go. Break a leg.
But not the fake one, it's expensive.
I don't know why you're walking.
Thank you for the hustle.
Yeah.
All right.
I hope you brought your A game
because it is time for tryouts.
So, Josh and Mom are at soccer,
and Luisa's at a friend's house.
Do you know what that means?
Boys' night!
I love it!
- How 'bout we start with a bit of racing?
- You're on.
Don't get too excited, all right?
Because you are going down, brother.
I'm getting that diamond.
You're getting my dust, old man.
- Yes!
- Come on, Gary.
- Hawk's online.
- Okay,
you can play him
after we finish this game.
Sweet.
Bummer.
Game over.
I'm gonna go play with Hawk.
What was that?
Dude.
You can't just end the game on purpose.
You said I could play with my friend
when we're done with the game.
And we're done. So…
Well, technically, I guess that's true.
But I thought it was boys' night.
It still is. Just with different boys.
DD's online.
Hey, Hawk, see if DD can play.
- That's awesome!
- If you need a fourth…
I'm here.
Sliced mango!
Your mom's snack game is as delicious
as a Pythodragon's embrace.
- That's a good thing.
- Cool.
All right, listen up!
This is our starting lineup.
Now, when I call your name--
Yes. I'm starter.
Kyle.
All right. Here are our starters.
- Right defender, Kyle S.
- Yes.
Left defender, Libby Porter.
- Sweeper, Julia Thomas.
- Yay.
- Keeper, Eli Kelleher.
- Yes!
- Left forward, Cash Preston.
- Heck yes.
Center forward, Niki Teheripore.
And right forward, Josh Dubin.
Yes!
I knew you'd make starter!
Congratulations to the rest of you.
Job well done. Yarr.
All right. If you're not a starter,
you will get playing time.
So don't worry.
Practice tomorrow, same time.
All right, bring it in.
Let's hear it.
- Go, Pirates! Yarr!
- Yarr!
You stole my spot.
- What?
- I started last year.
Then you show up,
and now I'm riding the bench.
Sorry.
I guess Coach just thought
I played a little bit better than you.
Yeah. Or maybe my mom
should have been team parent.
What does that mean?
"I knew you'd make starter."
You think Coach is not gonna
give the starting spot
to the kid with the fake leg
when his mom is standing right there?
- What?
- She'd probably sue the school.
No. My mom's not like that.
Yeah, it's probably just a coincidence.
Congratulations.
- Right, so--
- Thank you. Yep. Thank you.
Thank you.
Dude.
Dude. Of course,
you deserve to be a starter.
Trust me.
I've had gym with Kibler for three years,
and when he runs too fast, he falls down.
But my mom
said she knew I'd be a starter.
Because she has confidence
in you like a good parent.
You didn't hear how she said it.
It was like she was winking
with her mouth.
Do mouths wink?
It was like she already
knew I'd make the team.
Josh, you are way overthinking this.
I thought I was too.
But after thinking about it some more,
I started to rethink it,
and now I don't think I am.
Pretty sure that's the definition
of overthinking it.
Do you think you played well at tryouts?
Well… I mean, yeah, but--
Great. So, there you go.
You earned your spot. End of story.
What if I didn't really play
better than Kibler,
and my mom pressured Coach
into getting me the spot?
What if all of my coaches have lied to me
and pretended that I was better than I am
because my mom made them?
How could I know how good I am at soccer?
This is seriously
what you're doing right now?
You're freaking out 'cause you're starter
on the soccer team?
But do I deserve to be?
Okay, I'm out. Deep breaths.
Dude, I don't know what's going on,
but you gotta stop.
How can I?
I mean, so much of my life might be a lie.
Well, just try look
on the bright side of things.
What bright side?
Man, I don't know.
You usually come up with something,
so I just kinda thought you would.
Nothing?
Nope.
Bummer.
All right, guys.
Have a great game. Go get 'em.
Water? Here you go.
There you go.
- Yo, Gabriella! Over here.
- Are you sure?
Thanks, Miles.
It's Kyle.
Oh, my gosh, I know.
You're still easy to mess with.
Right.
Hey, Matt.
- Hey, Mom.
- Hey, buddy. Saved you a seat.
Nah, I'm good.
Matty, it's me.
Your dad.
From home.
And I'll see you there.
All right, starters on the field!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Dubin!
Don't choke.
All right! Let's go, Josh!
Let's go, buddy!
Let's go!
- Yeah! Josh!
- Go, Josh!
- Let's go, Pirates!
- Yes!
- Keep that eye on the ball.
- Go, Josh, go!
You go, Josh. Pass. Dubin!
- Hello!
- Wait.
Dubin! Get your head in the game!
Sorry, Coach.
Come on, buddy. Stay on him.
It's okay, Pirates. Let's go!
We'll get it back.
- Hustle back. Hustle back.
- Go! Go! Go!
- Get it back, buddy. Let's go.
- That's it.
Pass the ball, Josh.
Pass it. Pass the ball, Josh!
Pass the ball!
Come on, Kelleher!
All right. Let's go!
Don't be scared of her.
Come on, Josh.
Josh, go right. Stay on her!
Okay. Okay. All right, Josh.
Let's get it back!
Let's get it back! Let's get it back!
Get that ball! Come on! Get down there.
Josh. That's right, Dubin.
Run it down! Run it down!
Go, Josh! Go!
I've always been team parent.
I knew you'd make starter.
Don't choke.
Okay. It's all right, buddy,
get back into it. Get it back.
What?
Hey, great job out there today.
What? I was terrible.
You weren't terrible.
You showed a lot of hustle--
And when that ball hit you
in the back of the head?
That thing was going right for the net,
so you blocked a goal.
I bet you'll do even better next time.
- I'm not a--
- You're not what?
- I'm not upset about how I played.
- Really?
That's good. It really is good.
It's a new school, new team.
- It's a lot to handle--
- Did you force Coach to make me a starter?
What? Why would I do that?
You just told me I did a great job today,
and I stunk.
Has every other
"great job" been a lie, too?
Have I ever deserved to be on any team,
or did I just get picked because of you?
Why did you have to be team parent?
Josh, what brought this up?
I saw you talking to Coach at tryouts.
Of course I was talking to Coach.
I was letting her know she had
my permission not to go easy on you.
How do I know that?
You've always wanted me
to feel good about myself,
so it makes sense you've always
told coaches to tell me I was good.
Even if I wasn't.
Josh, your whole life
I've always told you,
"The only place to look for confidence,
is inside yourself.
The only person you
should let judge you, is you."
So if you think you don't deserve
to be a starter, then you don't.
But I don't know if I do.
Well, buddy, nothing I can say
is gonna change your mind.
- Dude, can I have some privacy?
- Nope.
I'm hiding from Dad.
This is the only place I could hang out
without him forcing himself into my life.
Mom too.
She had to be stupid team parent
and ruin everything.
They're always there.
Why can't they just let us
do our own thing?
Right?
I just wanna succeed or fail on my own.
Which is why I'm writing Coach
a resignation letter
telling her I'm quitting the team.
A letter? Dude, just hide like me.
You know you can't hide from Dad forever.
You live in the same house.
Only until I'm 18.
How could he think I would do that?
That's the exact opposite
of what I've ever done.
I want Josh to have the same opportunity
as everyone else,
not anything better.
Well, if it makes you feel any better,
neither one of our sons wants
to spend time with us.
I spent the whole week trying
to get Matt to acknowledge me.
He just wants to spend time
with his friends.
And I keep hoping if I push,
he'll come around and actually
wanna spend time with me again.
That's not gonna work.
Of course not. But I'm desperate.
I know that Josh is getting older
and that he wants his space,
- but I feel like we're giving it to him.
- Yeah.
I see him half as much as I used to,
and now he wants to make that even less?
I don't know what I did wrong.
I don't know why he doesn't
wanna spend time with me anymore.
I keep thinking about what it was like
when I was the kids' age.
I mean, when you were 12,
did you wanna spend time
with your parents?
No, but I'm nothing like my mom.
Don't say I'm anything
like my mother, Gary.
I would-- I wasn't going there.
I know better.
I'm nothing like my dad,
but they're still pushing us away.
I don't know, maybe they just
don't need us as much anymore.
But they're so young.
I don't know. I thought we had more time.
This is why we have Luisa.
She's good for another six months.
I mean, maybe eight.
Seriously? You're quitting?
I mean, what other choice do I have?
Well, you can hear me out, not quit?
I just need to walk away
and start fresh next year.
- Okay, sure.
- All right. Well, ask me later.
I'll see you in a minute.
- Coach Barth.
- Yeah?
I need to give you this.
What's this?
It's my resignation letter.
I'm quitting the team.
Wow. Well, I can certainly appreciate
the effort you put into this.
Nice, thick stationery.
But I'm not letting you quit.
Because my mom
will get mad at you.
No, because if everyone
who had a stinker of a game quit,
we'd have no team.
You thought I stunk?
Yeah, you were pretty terrible.
I was terrible.
Well, I'm glad that we agree.
So, you'll understand why I'm starting
Kibler today instead of you?
Wait, really? You're benching me?
Okay, why do you keep smiling?
Because it means I deserved
to be a starter in the first place.
Well, yeah. You deserved
to be a starter after your tryout,
and you deserve to be benched
after your last game.
Thank you.
Okay. You go suit up.
I'll see you on the field.
Yes, Coach.
- So, how'd it go?
- She benched me.
I thought you were quitting?
I thought I was too,
till she told me I was terrible
and needed to ride the bench.
So, you lost your starting spot,
and that's a good thing?
Yes. I thought I was bad when I was good,
which made me bad and got me benched.
Which is good
because Coach knows I was bad,
and I know I was bad,
and we're on the same page.
And my mom had nothing to do with it.
Okay, yeah. I don't get sports.
I do get sports, but I don't get this.
I have to get changed.
Hey, buddy.
What you up to? Wanna do a little racing?
No, I'm gonna go skate with my friends.
Got it.
Dad, where's my helmet?
- It's on the couch.
- Thanks.
Dad, do you know where my bag is?
It's by the chalk wall.
Thanks.
Dad, my trucks are loose again.
- Can you tighten them?
- Sure thing.
Put this up here.
These are about to fall off.
How hard you riding this thing?
Pretty hard, I guess.
You guess? I can tell.
Are you grinding the rails at school?
A little.
Yeah. That ought to do it.
Thanks.
Love you, Dad.
Love you too, buddy.
- I'll see you at Josh's game later.
- Okay.
He needed me three times in,
like, two minutes.
All right. Okay.
Apples, Kyle?
Why, thank you, Gazilla.
All right. Let's go. Let's go!
Let's go, Pirates! Yarr!
Take those positions. Here we go!
Go, Pirates.
- Let's go!
- Niki, let's go.
- Come on. Okay.
- Stop.
- Andrew! Hands down!
- Keep your eye on it.
Let's go!
Kibler. Faster!
All right. Here we go. Come on!
Left! Left!
Come on. Kibler!
Going on!
Faster, Kibler! Work for it!
You ran too fast.
All right. Sub! Dubin, you're in.
- Okay, Josh.
- Yeah.
- That's it.
- Well done, buddy!
Go, go, go!
- Let's go, Josh!
- Let's go, Joshy!
- Come on, Dubin.
- You go this, buddy. You got it.
- Come on, Dubin!
- Stay with it!
Go! Go, Josh!
Come on, buddy. Go, go, go!
That's right. You go!
Get down there! Get it in there!
Go! Go! Go!
Go, go, go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Yeah!
- That's it!
Did you see that?
Yeah! Nice work! He did it! He did it!
Way to go, Josh!
- Good job!
- Another one.
Hey.
Hey. Great job out there today.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
You really came to life out there.
I mean, you played really well.
Yeah. I feel like I did.
Mrs. Josh's Mom.
You have to come back as team parent.
Look at these apple slices.
Who doesn't know to squirt some lemon
in there to keep them from browning?
This is bush league.
I'm so sorry, Eli.
I've just gotten a bit busy,
- and I don't have time to--
- Yes, you do.
That thing that was keeping you busy,
it's gone.
Coach wants you back at next practice.
Thanks.
Yes! Everyone, she's back.
The phoenix of hydration
and sustenance rises from the ashes!
- Dude.
- Dubin.
Hey.
- Hey, Mrs. Dubin.
- Hi, Kyle.
Mom, this is Gabriella.
Hi.
- Hi. It's so nice to finally meet you.
- So nice to meet you.
So, we were gonna go grab some Froyo.
You coming?
Yeah. Of course.
Here's some money
and I will see you at home.
Thanks, Mom.
Man, I haven't had
frozen yogurt in forever.
Think we can get
dulce de leche samples?
- I was thinking strawberry Froyo…
- Don't cry here.
Don't cry here. Get in the car.
…chocolate chunks, some cookie chunks.
I'm gonna get gummy bears on mine.
And sour worms.
- Oh, yeah. Gummy bears.
- Yeah!