Evan Parke credited as playing...
Malcolm La Mont
- Shane Falco: [Shane parks his truck at the stadium and sees several of the former Sentinels approaching his truck] You gotta be kidding me. Come on Martel, I didn't park in your space.
- Eddie Martel: No, no. But unfortunately, you did park in La Mont's space. And he's not nearly as lenient as I am.
- Malcolm La Mont: On three fellas. One, two, three!
- [the former Sentinels tip over Shane's truck. Shane begins to walk away until Jamal and Andre step up]
- Andre Jackson: We got this, we got this.
- Jamal Jackson: Y'all wanna put the car back?
- Eddie Martel: Gentlemen, this is none of your business.
- Andre Jackson: Shane's our business. We're the guards.
- Jamal Jackson: And we protect our quarterback.
- [the former Sentinels all crack up laughing]
- Jamal Jackson: Oh, you got jokes. You got jokes. That's your ride right there, ain't it?
- [Jamal nods at a very expensive looking car]
- Eddie Martel: Yeah.
- [Jamal whips out a pistol and shoots at the car, leaving six bullet holes in the windshield]
- Eddie Martel: That's my windshield, you crazy mother...
- Jamal Jackson: Put the car back!
- Malcolm La Mont: Son of a bitch!
- Jamal Jackson: Son of a bitch? Oh, son of a bitch. Son of a bitch? Son of a bitch?
- [Jamal shoots the driver side window, shattering it]
- Eddie Martel: Stop, stop, stop! Come on goddamn it, help me!
- [Sentinels shove Shane's truck back over]
- Malcolm La Mont: You're gonna pay for that.
- Jamal Jackson: No I'm not. Stop messing with my man, and that includes his ride. Matter of fact, wax that muthafucka. Give it a tune up.
- [as if nothing has happened]
- Jamal Jackson: Ya ready to go to practice Shane?
- Shane Falco: Yeah. Let's do that.
- Andre Jackson: What's that smell?
- Shane Falco: Wild yam.
- Andre Jackson: That's nice. That's nice.