Bobby Page #4

- Hey.

- Hey.

D Will satisfy my soul d

Yes?

We were here yesterday.

D Some of them cries about it d

d Some of them cries... d

Yes?

We...

We purchased some, uh...

Goods.

...goods from you yesterday.

D A-fightin' about

the spoonful. D

Floor?

Um... four.

Mm. That's where I'm going.

I know you, right?

You, uh, you work

here, don't you?

Uh, switchboard.

And you?

Kitchen.

Food and beverage.

Huh. That's got

to beat the pants off

of sitting

at the switchboard all day.

Not that I'm complaining.

It's just got to be

more stimulating than:

"Good morning.

Ambassador Hotel.

How may I direct

your call?"

Grass is always greener.

Your job certainly sounds

more exciting than mine.

Well, be my guest.

Today, our brilliant general

manager wants me to let

all the wetbacks know they

can have time off to go vote.

After you.

See you around.

Sure.

Mm...

Anybody see you?

No.

What are you fellas looking for?

We just wanted to get

another joint from you. Um...

Well, what are you...

looking for?

Uh...

Oh, that's my camera.

Uh...

Just what I said,

just another joint.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, okay.

- No.

- No.

- Maybe we should split, man...

We could come back tomorr...

What are you looking for?

Um...

I don't...

I don't understand.

You don't understand

because you're not

listening to the words.

You're not listening

to the words

in the question, my friend.

Well... if we could just

get our, uh, the joint...

- Okay, why, why?

- Then we could I...

Why?

Why do you want a joint?

Why do I want a joint?

- To-to get stoned, man.

- To get stoned.

What's with

all your questions?

- Um...

- Okay, okay, okay.

Now...

Why do you want to get stoned?

We want to get stoned

because it feels good, man.

Because it feels good?

Bingo! Because it feels good.

Right.

You want to get stoned

because it feels good!

- Right?! Right!

- Right.

- Right.

- Wrong!

W- What?

Wh... Wr...

Why is that wrong?

Because it's a cop-out, man.

Okay, then can you explain to us

why, for what other reason

than the fact that it feels good

do we want to get stoned, man?

Because...

it's our way...

of getting closer...

to God.

And that is what

you're looking for.

Except for you didn't know it...

Yeah.

...until this moment.

I had no idea.

Well, I knew.

Thank God for me, huh?

Absolutely.

So, if we could

just get the joint and...

Are you fellas familiar with

lysergic acid diethylamide?

D Every stitch d

d You've got to pick up d

D Every stitch, yeah d

d Beatniks are out

to make it rich... d

Hey.

William.

I couldn't sleep last night

and I had to get

out of the house.

My folks are driving me nuts.

You gonna invite me in?

Of course.

That dress looks great on you.

You know it's bad luck.

What is?

Well, for the groom to see

the bride in her dress

before the wedding.

Oh. Is that better?

You silly.

Any chance of getting

this in earlier?

Seems late for a wedding.

Chapel sure is busy

for a Tuesday.

It's summertime... June brides.

You didn't have to get me

this room, by the way.

My brother...

my family really appreciates

what you're doing, Diane.

It means a lot to all of us.

To me.

You know, I always thought

my wedding would be

the most exciting day

of my life.

Every little girl's fantasy.

A white dress,

cake taller than me,

hundreds of guests.

It's just a certificate, Diane.

You can still have all of that.

Yeah.

If marrying you tonight

keeps you from going to Vietnam,

then it's worth it.

Yeah.

Chef's Special, Edward?

Miguel, you know

if I could, I would.

Bullshit, man.

I see you serving the brothers

the good stuff.

White folks, too.

You don't see them

eating this dog food.

Lord, today.

Do we have to do this

every day, Miguel?

Every day you keep putting

the brown man down, Edward.

Keeping the brown man down.

I'm putting

the brown man down.

That's right.

Let's keep the brown man down.

Let's send the brown man

back across the border

to his sweet senoritas

and his refried beans.

First of all, we didn't

cross the border.

The border crossed us.

And our senoritas

are better than

your fried-chicken-eating mama

with the big backyard.

Hey, you smell that?

Look at that... my very own

special berry cobbler,

fresh out of the oven.

But since you had to put

my mama in it, excuse me.

Here you go, Jose, enjoy.

Come on, man.

"Come on, man. "

You Mexican boys

can't play the dozens.

I don't know why

you keep on, Miguel.

Yeah, man.

Man, what do you know

about the dozens?

I know that I got some

cobbler and you don't.

You're a sellout, man.

- You know.

- Hey.

It's good, ain't it, Jose?

Mm-hmm.

That recipe was handed down

by my great-grandmother.

Mm...

Hey, let me have some of that.

Come on, brother.

We ain't brothers, amigo.

And we ain't amigos,

"bruh-thuh. "

Go ahead.

- You, um...

- Mm...

You working a double shift

like the rest of us?

I most certainly am not.

You must be the only one.

Yeah, and you know why.

Why?

Too good-looking for that mess.

You ain't working a double

'cause whitey's afraid

of your black ass, man.

They're afraid you're gonna go

all Huey Newton on them,

all violent.

See, they ain't afraid

of us yet, Jose.

Not yet, man, but one day,

one day they will be, man.

We're gonna get the respect

that we deserve.

We're gonna take

back California,

take back our land, man.

I want you to park that anger

in my kitchen, young man.

I want you to get your hand

off my shoulder, Negro.

All right, keep it up.

See, the first few times,

I tried to make this dessert,

couldn't get it right.

Too much sugar one time,

not enough sugar the next time,

couldn't find the balance.

I realized I was forcing it.

You know, trying

to make it taste

like my mama's or her mama's.

Mine didn't have any poetry,

didn't have any light.

And then I realized

I was trying to force it

to taste like my mother's,

taste like her mother's.

Mm-hmm.

See, it had to be

Edward's creation.

Mm-hmm.

It had to come from me.

Now, you, Miguel,

you've got... sh*t to offer.

You've got no poetry.

You've got no light.

You've got no one

looking at you and saying,

"Damn.

"Look at that Miguel.

I want some of what he's got. "

All you got is your anger.

I ain't angry.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

- Come on. Speak up...

- I said I'm not angry!

All right.

You know, I used to be

just like you.

I had anger.

And then, after Dr. King

was killed...

...well, anger like you

can't even imagine.

White folks ain't trying

to keep you down, Miguel.

White folks just don't like

to be pushed into a corner.

They'll come around.

You just got to make it

look like it was their idea,

like they're the ones

that thought of it.

They need to feel like

they're the great emancipators.

Like it was theirs to give

in the first place.

Let 'em have it.

I mean, if that's all it takes,

let them have it.

Can you dig it?

I know my man Jose

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