Akeelah and the Bee

Akeelah:
This is all starting to sound heavy.

Boy:
It is heavy. Spelling bees are some serious stuff.

Male judge:
If you spell this correctly, you'll be our 10th and last finalist.

Female judge:
"Carmagnole."

Cheating boy:
Could I get a definition, please?

Female judge:
A lively song and street dance.

Cheating boy:
Um... C... A... R... M... A... [Kiana, watching through the door's window, sees the boy's mom mouth out the letter, "G"] G... N... O-L-E, carmagnole.

Male judge:
That's correct, and that means are our 10th and last finalist for the district bee. [a thunderous applause erupts, especially from the boy's mom. Akeelah is devastated]

Kiana:
[bursts through the door] HE CHEATED!!! HE CHEATED!! I saw that! That boy's mama helped him out!

Male judge:
What...? Excuse me... Who are you?

Kiana:
I'm Akeelah's sister. I was standing right back there, and I saw that boy's mama give him the letter "G." She was saying, "geeeee."

Cheating boy's mom:
He knew the word. I-I mean, it's one we studied. He knew it.

Male judge:
Ma'am, did you help your child spell the word? [the boy's mom shakes her head] Ma'am, this is serious business.

[Silence. Finally, the boy's mom angrily springs up from her chair]

Cheating boy's mom:
OH, YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT'S SERIOUS! You know, you are gonna give these kids ulcers! Do you know how long he has studied for this?! He knew that word!

Cheating boy:
[embarrassed] No. I didn't.

Male judge:
I'm sorry, number 62, you are disqualified from competition.

Akeelah:
This is all starting to sound heavy.

Boy:
It is heavy. Spelling bees are serious sh*t. I think I'll take a shot. [throws the ball, but misses the hoop] On second thought, can I spell the word?

[at the school spelling bee in the gym]

Ms. Cross:
Now, we're gonna start things off with "grovel."

Chuckie:
Gravel? Like little rocks?

Ms. Cross:
No, grovel, like "get down on your knees and grovel."

Chuckie:
Get down on my knees? [shocked] What?!

Ms. Cross:
Just spell the word.

Chuckie:
Uh, G-R-A-V-E-L.

Ms. Cross:
No, Chuckie, you spelled "gravel." I meant "grovel", G-R-O-V-E-L. You weren't listening. Sorry, Chuckie.

Chuckie:
Who cares?