Crooklyn Page #3

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- Shut up and just get in the rope.

# We got to live together #

- Here, kitty, kitty.

- # I am no better #

# And neither are you #

# We are the same

in whatever we do #

- [Girls Chanting]

- # You love me, you hate me

You know me and then #

April, May, July,

August, September...

- [Chattering]

- # I am everyday people #

# Yeah, yeah #

You better not be throwing

that cat over here!

[Girls Screaming]

[Arguing, Shouting]

- She looks like...

- She looks like a gorilla.

Shut up, Greg,

with you and your welfare self!

How many times have you been left back?

You stupid ass dummy!

- So?

- So you mother's a ho.

- Who's got money for Right Hand

and my main man Snuff?

- Give it up!

[Shouting]

- [Dogs Barking]

- # Different strokes

for different folks #

Oh, snap, what happened

to your shoe?

Damn kids broke my shoe, man.

# Oooh, sha, sha #

- Snuff, man.

- # I am everyday people ##

Got to get some bread, n*gger.

I've got all night, Nate.

- Come on, Mommy. Why I got to eat this?

- Black-eyed peas have calcium.

All the calcium in the world ain't gonna

make up for this nasty taste.

- It might have made up

for your broke arm.

- Come on, Mom.

I broke my arm

because I just got hurt.

Besides, this is gross. Nasty.

- It is not nasty.

Everybody else likes it.

- They all crazy.

Yeah, and you sittin' here

waitin' to eat.

Desserts, anybody?

I got ice cream...

- and sand cake.

- All right, Daddy!

- Who wants some?

- I do.

Get some spoons and plates

over here. Come on.

- You know I don't want them

havin' that junk.

- It's just a little sand cake.

[Woody]

Here. Get rid of this.

Oh, no, buddy. You get nothin'

'til you finish your peas.

- [Laughing]

- How come these fools get to have some?

You know what, Doctor? You finish your

food, I'm gonna save you a piece, okay?

- Yum, yum.

- It looks good.

[Wendell]

It tastes good too!

- Scrumptiadelious.

- Scrumpdelyicious.

[Clinton]

Hits the spot.

Take a bite.

It's so moist.

Sweet. Come on, Red.

- Mommy, Clinton called me Red!

- Red, Red, he pees in the bed.

- You so immature. Shut up.

- Ugly monkey.

He ate my cake!

Mutley ate my cake!

Here, Boogie. Here.

Have a brand-new piece, okay?

- Daddy, that's my piece!

- All right. Here, here.

Half for him, half for you.

- [Woody] Okay?

- Nate, I am tired of

standin' here waitin'.

Pick up the fork

and eat the peas.

Now!

Now!

Eat the peas!

[Woody]

Nate, do like your mother tell you.

[Kids Shouting]

- Do I have to finish my peas?

- That's okay, Doc.

- Let's get you to the bathroom, okay?

- [Clinton] Disgusting!

# If you disrespect

everybody that you run into #

# How in the world do you think

anybody's supposed to respect you #

[Dog Barking]

# If you don't give a heck

about the man... #

Okay! All right,

little mister. I saw you.

Did you think you were the secret army

commando, that no one was watchin'?

Well, I'm always watchin',

and you are gonna stop throwin'

that garbage in my areaway.

- I didn't throw nothin'.

You imaginin' things.

- Oh, okay, smarty-pants.

- I'm gonna call the police.

- Good. Why don't you let the cops in,

see how you live.

- You filthy, stinkin' pig.

- Who's a pig?

- You're a pig.

- You're a pig! You come

from a whole family of pigs.

I see you and your little friends

throwing that garbage into my areaway

and my backyard.

Just shut the hell up.

That's a lie!

How dare you talk about my family

like that? You should be shot.

Wendell, what's wrong?

This stinkin' man's accusin' me

of things I didn't do.

Oh, you'll see.

Look. Look.

Look at him pickin' up

his own garbage.

I caught him throwin'

this trash on my property.

And he's a ringleader.

He makes these other kids

that sit on the stoop do the same...

- How dare you accuse my son?

He does no such thing.

- Yes, it's him...

- and this other one.

- We don't do nothin' to you.

My kids and their friends

can't sit on our stoop,

let alone play in our backyard,

without having to smell

that disgusting odor of dog sh*t

emanating from your house.

- Clean up that filth.

- My house is not filthy!

Yours is filthy.

You don't know nothin'

about my house.

You are a menace and a disgrace

to this entire block. The Board

of Health oughta shut you down.

You t... I'll teach you to belt

your kids. I can't hear myself think!

# Pull down your pants

or pull up your ankles #

You're the ones who disturb

the peace around here.

I never had trouble 'til you moved in.

You sorry excuse for a man;

you better be glad we moved in.

If I ever hear you

callin' my kids names...

or accusin' them of anything,

you're gonna have to deal with me.

- You call yourself a mother...

- Get your finger outta my face.

Keep them inside where they belong.

You killed my mother!

- What?

- You killed my mother!

You know what happened!

[Indistinct]

- Be quiet!

- You can't tell me...

- Tony!

- My mother was a good person!

- Take your dog-smelling ass

into your doghouse, man.

- She believed!

- You can't tell me what to do!

- I'm tired of your damn mouth.

- [Angry Shouting]

- [Tony] Call the police.

Call the police!

I'm gonna sue you!

You can't do this!

You know what happens?

Look at this!

I'm gonna tell you

what's gonna happen to you!

## [Radio]

# I'll never go back

to Georgia #

# I'll never go back

No, no, no, no #

# I'll never go back

to Georgia #

# I'll never go back

to Georgia, uh-uh #

# I'll never go back

to Georgia #

# I'll never

go back to Georgia #

# I'll never go back

to Georgia #

# I'll never go back #

# I'll never go back #

## [Song Continues]

# Hey, hey, hey, hey #

# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey #

# Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey #

## [Continues]

[Radio]

# I'll never go back to Georgia #

# I'll never go back #

# I'll never go back

to Georgia #

What you talkin' 'bout?

I ain't no puta!

I ain't no puta.

I'm Connie.

I keeps my panty clean.

- Oh, come on, Connie.

- No, no, no, Tito. You crazy.

Mira, Mommy. Ten cents.

Hold your horses.

Give me two licorice sticks,

ten Bazookas, some Lemonheads,

some fireballs

and some Boston Baked Beans.

- [Woman] No caliente here.

- [Tito] I'm caliente.

- Is that right?

- Ow!

Well, you ain't nothin'

but a damn Puerto Rican.

- Yeah? Well, I can

give you something cozy.

- Oh, yeah, that's what you say...

- to all of 'em, fine thing.

- [Tito] Whoo!

- [Whistles] Come on.

- [Tito] You want this?

[Woman] No, no.

No, no, no puta.

No tickee, no tockee, Tito.

# Hey, Joe #

# Where you goin'

with that gun in your #

# Hey, Joe #

# I said where you goin'

with that gun in your hand #

# I'm goin' down

to shoot my old lady #

# You know I caught her

messin' round with another man #

# Yeah #

# I'm goin' down

to shoot my old lady #

# You know I caught her

messin' round with another man #

[Indistinct Shouting]

# Hey, Joe ##

Hey, don't worry, Papi.

I'm gonna get you out tomorrow, okay?

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