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Theresa Burnett: [''Slams bedroom door shut''] And you don't even have your wedding ring on.

Marcus Burnett: [''Sighs''] Damn. Um. Naw Naw I went undercover. And it uh required the taking off of the ring that's all for a second. But I got the ring, look I just put my hand in my pocket cos that's where it was and it's right back on baby. Damn. Can I get a pillow?

Michael Jordan: [Proudly] Had it in you all the time, didn't you?

Monstars: Aww.

Michael Jordan: [To Bugs; Bugs passes the ball to him and Michael turns back to the Monstars] One thing, though. Pass me the ball, Bugs. You gotta give my friends their talent back.

Monstars: [Shocked] What?

Pound: [sadly; Shrugging] Do we have to?

Michael Jordan: [Nodding] Yeah, it's part of the deal, touch the ball.

Monstars: [Disappointed; They sadly look at each other; they don't know what to say but they know they can't keep the talent forever, so they decide to return it.] Aww.

Bupkus: [Sighing sadly; Places his hand on the ball while Bang and Blanko place their hands on the ball.] Oh, okay.

Blanko: [Pound places his hand on the ball touching Michael's fingers while Nawt looks for an empty spot.] Uh, fair is fair.

Michael Jordan: [Nawt places his hand on the ball.] There you go. Touch it.

Bupkus: That was so much fun.

Bang: [sadly] I feel so... insignificant.

Pound: [Frowning, while looking at his jersey] My clothes don't fit.

Nawt: What a trip.

Blanko: [Chuckling] I'm up for another one.

Pound: [Sweetly, walking up to Bugs] Can we ask you a favor, Mr. Bunny? We don't wanna go back to Moron Mountain.

Bang: We hate it up there.

Nawt: [Showing a thumbs down] It stinks.

Blanko: Um, I was thinking, could we stay here with you?

Nerdlucks: [Sweetly and showing friendly smiles] Please?

Daffy Duck: [Rolling his eyes] Oh, brother.

Bugs Bunny: Eh, I don't know if you guys are looney enough.

Bang: [Shocked] Looney enough?!

Stan Podolak: Michael! Michael! Do you know what time it is?

Porky Pig: [Looks at his watches] Er, 7:15, er, 7:15, er- quarter past seven.

Stan Podolak: Exactly. You've got a baseball game in 5 minutes.

Michael Jordan: [Hands him the ball] Okay. Take this.

Stan Podolak: [Looks at the ball] Is it safe?

Michael Jordan: Yeah. Put it in my bag.

Michael Jordan: I really enjoyed playing wit you guys. You guys got a lot of, uh...

Looney Tunes: Huh?

Michael Jordan: A-a lot of, uh...

Looney Tunes: Yes?

Michael Jordan: Well, whatever it is, you got a lot of it.

Michael Jordan: All right, gotta go. Bugs?

Bugs Bunny: Eh, Mike?

Michael Jordan: [Walks away] Stay out of trouble.

Bugs Bunny: [To Lola; Lola giggling] You know I will. Come here!

Barons Manager: The delay is killing us. Where is Michael?

Juanita Jordan: Where is Michael?

Jeffrey Jordan: Oh. He's not back from his other game.

Juanita Jordan: What other game?

Jasmine Jordan: [looking at Jeff with her finger to her mouth] Shh!

Juanita Jordan: Uh-uh. What other game?

Stan Podolak: [Speaks through the bullhorn; The teams come to see] Ladies and gentlemen! Michael Jordan!

Stan Podolak: Aw, I'm really sorry it took so long.

Michael Jordan: Don't worry about it.

Stan Podolak: That exit on 65 wasn't clearly marked.

Michael Jordan: Hold up, hold up, right here.

Stan Podolak: What, here?

Michael Jordan: Yes.

Michael Jordan: Thanks for the ride, Sherm. I appreciate it.

Stan Podolak: It's Stan, Mike.

Michael Jordan: Sorry.

Stan Podolak: But that's all right, you can call me Sherm if you want to because I've followed your whole career and I think you're the greatest athlete that's ever lived.

Michael Jordan: [Trying to get out of the car] Stan. Stan. Stan. How do I get outta here? The door doesn't work.

Stan Podolak: [Gets out of the car; Taps the car door and opens it] Oh! I'm sorry. I-I- I forgot to tell you it's a classic. It's a classic, but it's got a few peccadilloes. Hold on just a second.

Michael Jordan: [Gets out of the car] Huh, a few, huh? It's smoking too, man. You need to get that checked.

Michael Jordan: [Takes the bag from the car] Thanks for the ride.

Stan Podolak: [Looking at the house] Oh. Oh, this is nice. This is a nice house. Oh, that is a beauty. What is that, Colonial?

Michael Jordan: No, it's a nice house.

Stan Podolak: If you need anything done around the house, I'd be more than happy to help you out.

Michael Jordan: Oh, no. I'm fine, thanks.

Stan Podolak: Anything you need.

Michael Jordan: Nah. You gave me a ride. I appreciate it.

Stan Podolak: Okay, sure.

Michael Jordan: Tomorrow, I'ma drive, so I don't need the ride. But thanks, though.

Stan Podolak: Oh. Why? Too conspicuous?

Michael Jordan: [Smiling] Yeah.

Stan Podolak: [Chuckling] All right. All right.

Michael Jordan: Thanks, though.

Stan Podolak: [Gets in his car] All right. Tomorrow!

Michael Jordan: See you tomorrow.

Michael Jordan: [Seeing his dog] Come on, dog. No, not today. Oh!

Michael Jordan: Dog, get off me! Your breath!

Jordan's housekeeper: [Runs out and sees Michael; To Charles] Mr. Jordan, are you okay? Get off of him, Charles! Come on!

Michael Jordan: Bad dog! Git! Oh!

Jordan's housekeeper: [Grabs Charles by the collar, pulling him away] Come on, Charles! Get off of him! Pooch, stop it! Get off of him before I cook you! Come on, come on, come on, baby, come on.

Juanita Jordan: Come on, you guys. Get out of the car!

Kids: Bye, Mr. Jordan.

Michael Jordan: Bye, kids.

Little League girl: Hey, good game.

Michael Jordan: [Concerned] Hey, Jeff. You okay?

Michael Jordan: How was your game?

Jeffery Jordan: I don't wanna talk about it.

Marcus Jordan: [Running past him] Hi, dad!

Michael Jordan: Hey, hey, hey.

Passengers: [Driving by and waving to Michael] Bye Michael!

Jasmine Jordan: [Happily running up to him] Daddy! Daddy!

Michael Jordan: [Picks her up and hugs her] Hi, how you doing?

Juanita Jordan: Hey.

Michael Jordan: Hey.

Juanita Jordan: [Kisses him] Ooh! You're all covered up with drool, baby.

Michael Jordan: That's your dog.

Michael Jordan: What's the matter with Jeff?

Juanita Jordan: Well, he went 2 for 5 and lost 32 points in his batting average.

Michael Jordan: [Shocked] Is that all?

Juanita Jordan: Yeah, so that puts him at, like, uh, 685 or something.

Michael Jordan: He's batting what?

Juanita Jordan: Mmm, smells good in here. Whatcha cooking?

Jordan's housekeeper: Chicken.

Jordan's housekeeper: Chicken and collard greens.

Michael Jordan: [Housekeeper chuckles and Michael feels sad] Good. I'ma need a good meal tonight.

Juanita Jordan: [Concerned] Is everything okay?

Michael Jordan: Boy, I stunk up the place. I hope this baseball's thing is a good idea.

Jim Rome: It was another career day for Michael Jordan at Barons Field this afternoon. Let's face it. This baseball...

Michael Jordan: [He goes into the living room and sees the news on TV, and sits down to watch] What are you guys watching?

Jim Rome: Today he went 0 for 4 with three strikeouts.

Michael Jordan: Is this the only thing on TV?

Jim Rome: That brings his batting average down to an anemic .214, which also happens to be his playing weight. Baseball bat? Get this guy a tennis racket!

Jeffrey Jordan: Did everyone get mad at you?

Michael Jordan: No, worse. Everyone was real nice about it.

Jim Rome: Michael, I know golf is your sport, but not here.

Jeffrey Jordan: I think you should open your stance a little. It might make you more aggressive at the plate.

Michael Jordan: Oh, you think so? I'll try to remember that.

Jim Rome: Watching this hurts me more than it hurts you. What is that?

Michael Jordan: [Picks up the remote] What are you guys doing watching that stuff? It's bad for you.

Michael Jordan: [Gets up and goes into the kitchen] There you go, Road Runner. Beep-beep, here. Looney Tunes.

Road Runner: Beep beep!

Porky Pig: [Jumps in front of the screen, stammering; Panting to Wile E. and Road Runner, stammering; Jeff sighs] Stop this cartoon! We got an emergency cartoon character union meeting to go to.

Road Runner: [Running off] Beep-beep!

Porky Pig: [Running after him] Hey, wait for me! Hold your horses!

Marcus Jordan: Dang. Where'd they go?

Jasmine Jordan: Oh, no.