Matt Carroll & Josh Howard Mourn..
(Matt Carroll is sweeping up the Mavericks locker room and singing to himself..)
Carroll: Billie Jean’s not my gosh-darn lover
She’s just a girl..who thinks I’m pretty neat..
Howard: (sprinting into the locker room) Ay, man. Did ya hear?
Carroll: Probably. But remind me.
Howard: He’s dead!
Carroll: Oh, yes. Wasn’t that tragic?
Howard: Man, I been bawlin’ all night!
Carroll: Well, I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t shed a tear or two myself.
Howard: (bawls) Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Carroll: It’s good to cry.
Howard: (bawling more) Huwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Carroll: Let it out, my fine-feathered friend.
Howard: (sniffles) What do we do when they’re gone, Matthew?
Carroll: We remember the good times.
Howard: That’s a good idea, Matthew. Let’s remember some shit!
Carroll: (strokes chin) 
Howard: (strokes forehead) 
Carroll: Sigh. Don’t feel much like chortling today, Joshua P. Howard.
Howard: Boobies.
Carroll: (chortles)
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