She's The Man 2006 ((top)) Access

Coach Harris, a grizzled woman who’d been watching Viola with narrowing eyes for two weeks, stepped forward. “We have eleven. Viola Hastings, you’re playing forward. And if anyone on this team has a problem with that, they can run laps until they graduate.”

“I won,” Viola said. “You were in London, writing bad poems about a girl named ‘Mystic.’” she's the man 2006

That night, Duke kissed her—not Sebastian, not a disguise, but Viola, with her short hair and her skinned knees and her heart loud as a stadium. Coach Harris, a grizzled woman who’d been watching

Duke tossed her the ball. “Show me that fake again. The one where you look left and go right.” Duke kissed her—not Sebastian

“What’s that, Sebastian? A bra?” Malcolm laughed.