[Back in the real world, teenage girls are playing basketball and Charles Barkley walks by. He sees the girls, he stops and watched them play. A girl gets the ball and looks up at Charles Barkley, she couldn't believe her eyes.]
Teenage girl: [Surprised] You're... You're Charles Barkley. [Charles nods]
Teenage girl #2: Who you talking to?
Teenage girl: [Calling to her friends] Girls, come on over. Hurry up, hurry. Look it's Charles Barkley.
Charles Barkley: Hey can I play?
Teenage girls: [Agreeing] Sure!
[Charles smiled and goes in, the girl passes the ball to him and he dribbles it. The girl shoots it and she passes to Charles he prepares to shoot it but the girl knocks the ball out of his hands.]
Teenage girl: You're not Charles Barkley. Just a wannabe who looks like him. Sorry break out. You shouldn't even be here. Be gone. Wannabe be gone.
[Charles leaves then the camera switches to the hospital where the four NBA players are walking with the doctor.]
Doctor: Just a few more tests, gentlemen. Tests for electrolyte levels, glucose, CBCS, RBCS, ET cetera. and we've scheduled a 12-lead stress, and neurological battery to include EEG, the reflex test...
[As the doctor continues talking, Patrick, Larry and Shawn hit their heads on the doorway and fell backwards. In the therapist's office Charles talks to the psychiatrist.]
Charles Barkley: And then this girl 5 feet nothing, blocked my shot.
Psychiatrist: When did you first start having this dream?
Charles Barkley: It wasn't a dream, it really happened!
[The four NBA players kept going through tests and talked to the doctors.]
Larry Johnson: [Stands up] And it climbed up my back and into my brain.
[Back at the Psychiatrist's office, it's Patrick's turn.]
Psychiatrist: Are there any other areas, besides basketball...where you find yourself...unable to perform?
Patrick Ewing: [Sits up, Irritated] No!
Psychiatrist: I'm just asking.
[Back at the hospital, they continued doing tests and the four NBA players are in wheelchairs.]
Larry Johnson: I've been MRI'D, EKG'D, X-rayed, laser beamed...
[In a church, Charles is praying to the lord to all the mistakes he made.]
Charles Barkley: I promise I'll never swear again. I'll never get another technical. I'll never trash-talk.
[At the Psychiatrist's office, Larry talked to the Psychiatrist and then it's Shawn's turn.]
Shawn Bradley: I've got other skills. I could go back and work on the farm.
Psychiatrist: Really? [Then it's Muggsy's turn]
Muggsy Bogues: What are you saying, that I'm trying to disobey my mama?
Psychiatrist: I didn't say that, you did Muggsy.
Muggsy Bogues: But I love my mama.
Patrick Ewing: Still can't find anything wrong with us.
Muggsy Bogues: Hey, maybe there's nothing wrong with us.
Larry Johnson: That's right, Muggs. Maybe it's just in our heads.
Muggsy Bogues: We're fine. It's just some psychomatic deal or something to do with the moon or the alignment of the planet.
[Back in the church, Charles is still praying.]
Charles Barkley: I'll never go out with Madonna again.
[Back at the golf course, Stan is digging through the hole where Michael went through. A golfer goes to him and sees what he's doing. Stan is surrounded by dirt.]
Golfer: What are you doing?
Stan Podolak: [Stops and sees him] I'm, uh...I'm fixing a divot.
Golfer: Oh. [Walking back and yelling to his friends] He's fixing a divot!
[Stan continues digging as the golfer leaves.]
