The Basketball Diaries | 1995

I got an idea.

Come on. Let's go.

Where we going?

I'm getting you out of this place, man. C'mon!

What are you, crazy, man? I can't go anywhere.

Here you go.

I've known Bobby since I was 3. He's my best friend.

He was the best player on our basketball team.

Two years ago, he got leukemia.

He keeps fighting it off.

I know Bobby's going to beat it.

He could beat anything.

Watch!

Jim, you're going to kill me, man.

If you let go, I swear...

I swear I'll kill you, man.

Watch the bump!

What the hell happened to forty deuce?

Last time I was here, that theater was playing Sperminator II.

Oh, yeah. I remember that.

No, man. This whole block has been done over by all these new artists.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Yeah.

They should put your stuff up there.

Yeah. Right.

Still scribbling stuff in that notebook of yours, ain't you?

Of course.

You bring anything for me?

What, like to read?

No, like to eat.

What do you think?

Yeah. I mean, I got this, but it's not a big deal.

I don't even remember writing it, to tell you the truth.

Yeah, Yeah. I'll be the judge of this.

"Little kids shoot marbles

"where branches break the sun

"into graceful shafts of light.

I just want to be pure."

I just want to be pure.

All right.