8 Mile Page #5

-Or how about--

-Shut the f*** up!

Why are you always giving me sh*t?

Is it because I'm making moves?

Or because your ass is stuck

hosting battles for two years.

You're a f***ing loser.

FUTURE:
Who are you calling--

JIMMY:
Yo, chill!

What the f***? How can you

fight about this sh*t now?

I know what you're trying to do

to our group.

WINK:
Suck a dick!

FUTURE:
You little b*tch!

Back down!

Cheddar's in the hospital

and you fight about this?

So f***ing stupid!

WINK:
Forget this car, B.

SOL:
I'll give you a ride to work

in the morning.

TEACHER:
[Over TV] You've made a mistake.

I don't have any coloured girl

in my class.

MRS. JOHNSON:
There's Sarah Jane.

There's my baby.

You mean Sarah Jane Johnson?

Yes, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Johnson.

MRS. JOHNSON:
Sarah Jane?

I brought you these....

JIMMY:
You win at bingo tonight?

No.

You record your demo yet?

What happened to you?

Cheddar Bob had an accident,

but he's fine. I'm fine.

You and your friends.

Mum, don't start, please.

It's been a long f***ing night.

Tell me about it.

Me and Greg are having problems.

He found out about the eviction?

No.

-The settlement cheque ain't coming.

-No, it's coming.

It's our sex life.

I don't want to hear this sh*t.

STEPHANIE:
I mean, it's good. It's real good.

But he won't--

JIMMY:
I don't want to hear this!

Greg won't go down on me.

JIMMY:
Mum!

JIMMY:
Hey, Sol.

Ever wonder at what point

you got to say, ''F*** it''?

When you got to stop living up here

and start living down here?

It's 7:
0 in the morning, dawg.

-Thank your mum for the car.

-All right.

[Rapping] I'm getting so sick and tired

of f***ing with this steel

They only give us 30 minutes

to eat lunch and chill

My body aching

just to get a buck

I'm sick of eating sh*t

off this f***ing lunch truck

Nasty-ass food

I'm in a nasty-ass mood

Should have called in sick

Sh*t, I had somethin' to do!

[Rapping] I can't believe I'm hearin'

all this ravin' and rantin'

From Vanessa up here

at New Detroit Stampin'

Need to get your food

and take your ass back to work

You're dreamin' if you think

them corny-ass raps'll work

Look at y'all standin' here

freezing like dumb-fucks

Rappin' and waitin' for food

off this raggedy lunch truck

Who want what?

Who pumped up to get rolled up?

I spit venom in every direction

Soak some up

Look at this fat-ass nigga

Sloppy sucka

You a ugly motherf***er

Your pops should've wore a rubber

Stop rhyming

Keep your day job, Vanessa

Next time leave that bullshit

home on the dresser

Speakin' of dresses

Take a look at Paul the fruitcake

When you travel

you pack panties in your suitcase

Made out of lace

from Victoria's Secret

If 10 men came in a cup,

you'd probably drink it

[Rapping] Okay, folks

Enough with the gay jokes

Especially from a gay,

broke b*tch yourself

Eh, loc?

His style's doo-doo

You've worked here longer than me

and I get paid more than you do

Dawg, take a seat

Why's this guy standing in line?

He ain't got money to eat

Check this out

Yo, yo

He cashed his whole check

And bought one Ho Ho

F***ing homo, little maggot

You can't hack it

Paul's gay

You're a f*ggot

Least he admits it,

don't even risk it

This guy's starving to death

Someone get him a biscuit

I don't know

what they told you, Mike

You musta had them cornrows

rolled too tight

This job

You want to quit, but you can't

You've worked at this plant so long

You're a plant!

Look at your goddamn boots

For Christsakes

They're starting to grow roots!

On this mic, you get faded

You look like a pissed-off rapper

who never made it

Hey, why you f***in'

with the gay guy, G?

When really you're the one

who's got the HIV

Man, I'm done with this clown

He's soft

F*** it

I'll let homegirl finish you off

VANESSA:
[Rapping] A guy like you

would never get a real woman

Jackass, go jack off

That's the only way you comin'

Looking for your brother?

I was.

You want to do something tonight?

Are you asking me out on a date,

Jimmy Smith, Jr.?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Why don't you take me somewhere now?

Come on.

Where are we going?

[Clanging of industrial machines]

[Alex giggles]

You were so good outside.

In line at the lunch truck?

And at the Chin Tiki

the other night.

And that demo thing with Wink.

You're going to get a deal soon.

[Whispers] I feel it.

You was in the parking lot

the other night?

My friends think you're crazy.

Your friends don't even know me!

[Knocking on door]

DJ IZ:
Ain't nobody here.

SOL:
I can't believe

he got sent home already.

No insurance, the medical

establishment will f*** you.

JIMMY:
Where else would he be?

Just thank God he's alive.

No, thank God

he didn't shoot his dick off.

That's why brothers

need to get a deal.

Record labels

supply niggas with benefits.

Dawg, we get a deal,

you can take the f***ing benefits.

We'll have Bentleys and Benjamins,

not Blue Cross.

I don't give a f*** about that.

I just want to hear Three One Third

on the box.

FUTURE:
One of them songs on JLB.

We need to save,

put it into savings bonds...

and build our own studio.

FUTURE:
Savings bonds?

SOL:
Let me ask you something.

How are we brothers?

We need fine b*tches and phat rides,

not savings bonds.

All we ever do is talk sh*t!

''We need fine b*tches

and phat rides.''

''We need to invest

in savings bonds.''

''We need to get our songs on JLB.''

Shut the f*** up!

And we never do sh*t.

We're still broke

and live at home with our mums.

I'm out of here. Catch you later.

Get your mad, rambling ass

in the car.

SOL:
I hope you get

a new ride soon, Rabbit.

DJ IZ:
Maybe for that

birthday tripping ass.

I'll call your momma.

See what I can work out.

I got shotgun, Shabba.

FUTURE:
Get in the back, Farrakhan.

JIMMY:
Why are you pretending

to be asleep?

I seen you out the window, Bob.

I didn't feel like talking.

Why not?

I didn't want them making fun of me.

You know what I'm saying, Rabbit?

Yeah.

You do?

MC Bob.

STEPHANIE:
Like you see in magazines.

What up?

Hey, Rabbit. Where have you been?

You call him Rabbit, too?

I gave him that nickname.

-Stop it.

-I did, when he was little.

He had buckteeth and big ears.

He was so cute.

Like a little rabbit.

Right, baby?

I got good news.

You brought her to my mum's?

What the f***?

I invited her to my show.

She said we had to come get you.

What was I supposed to do?

I've been helping Al

find a photographer for her book.

All she keeps saying

is how much she likes you.

Damn! Now check this, dawg.

I heard from my man Roy today...

that he's gonna be

at JLB tomorrow night...

for the interview with Big O.

JIMMY:
So what?

WINK:
So what?

I told him about your skills!

I said, ''Rabbit's your man.''

He said, ''Bring him down.

Let me see what he can do.''

If it goes well, you could be

flowing at 54 Sound next week.

Can you get

your sh*t together in time?

I can do it.

-My bad, man.

-No problem, dawg.

Big time, Jimmy.

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