Winston: I see what you're trying to do here, man. You're trying to show me up.
Coach: What are you talking about, Bish?
Winston: I'm referring to basketball. When we used to play back in the day, no matter how open I was, you never passed me the ball, you never let me shoot. You just couldn't stand to let me shine.
Coach: Your nostrils are flaring so much right now, it's distracting.
Winston: I'm done letting you run the court. I'm building my own court. And it's gonna be bigger and yummier than yours.
Coach: Are you challenging me to a bake-off, Bish?
Winston: Yes, I am challenging you to a bake-off.