Inside the locker-room of an opposing basketball team from the movie Hoosiers, a day before they play against the small-town team which the movie depicts:

Coach – Alright guys, tomorrow we face Hickory, Indiana in the state quarterfinals. Our team looks much better on paper, but Hickory has one huge advantage: they can alter the flow of time.

Frank – What?

Mike – Huh?

Coach – I don't know how they've done it, but they've discovered a way to slow time, and that's when they hit all their big shots. Now I've managed to snag some game footage from their triple overtime, 55-54 victory over Mason High last week, and I want to go over some pointers. Everybody watch on the TV. Alright, now this is at the end of regulation. Look at the game clock: the seconds are counting down normally. Now watch riiiiiiiiiiiiiight…here. Look. Just as number 18 heaves up that desperation three-pointer, time has crawled to a near-halt. Notice Mason's players: they've slowed down as well. Watch the ball here: it's still in the air, almost half a minute after the Hickory player shot it. It doesn't even go into the hoop for another twenty seconds.

Luke – …

Frank – …

Bobby – …

Mike – …

Carl – …

Coach – Now I'm gonna' fast forward to the end of the first overtime. Look at number 12. He's been executing that no-look pass for fifteen seconds. See the ball? It's just levitating in the air between those two Hickory players. And that music! I forgot about the music! You hear those uplifting chords? After watching hours of game footage, the assistant coach and I figured out that the uplifting chords always kicks in right before Hickory starts playing their best.

Luke – …

Frank – …

Mike – …

Carl – …

Bobby – Coach, is this a joke, right? You're just showing us footage in slow motion with music you've recorded over it.

Coach – I most certainly am not. Now to prepare for this, I want you all to practice doing things extremely fast tonight. Drive 200 MPH on the way home. Try eating dinner in less than three seconds. Get eight hours of sleep in five hours.

Mike – Coach, this is weird. Why did you make this video? You need to get yourself together for tomorrow.

Carl – Yeah, Coach, you feeling alright? Is the pressure getting to you?

Frank – It'll be okay, Coach. Come on guys – let's go shoot some more free-throws.

The next day, near the end of fourth quarter of the state quarterfinals:

Coach – Alright guys, we're up by one with twenty seconds left! Big stop on defense here! Remember the fundamentals: watch for the entry pass, clog the lanes, don't let them conjure temporal shifts!

Luke – We got em, guys! Hold them right here and we… hey, do you guys hear an orchestra?

Bobby – Oh shittttttt.

Coach – What did I tell you guys! They're doing it! Number 24! Look at number 24! He's going for the layup! There he goes! Come on, he's been in the air for like forty seconds! He's just floating there with the ball in his open palm! Somebody take the ball from his palm! It's right there in front of you!

Luke - Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cccccaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn'ttttttttttttt mooooooovvvvveeeeee.

Coach – Damnit! Come on ref! This can't be legal!

Frank – Aaaaaaaattttttlllllleeeeeaaaaaaaassssssttttt ttttttttthhhhhhhheeeeeee mmmmmmmmmmmuuuuussssssiiiiiiccccccc iiiiiiiisssss nnnnnnnnniiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeeeeee.