Crooklyn Page #6

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- You look cute, Mrs. Carmichael.

- Thank you, Greg.

- [Carolyn] How's your mother?

- [Greg] She's okay.

- What's wrong?

- Troy. She's always pickin' on me.

She teases me about school.

She calls my mother names.

She treats me mean. She makes fun of me

in front of her friends.

It's not fair. I want to be her friend,

but she doesn't like me.

[Carolyn] Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

- [Greg] Thank you.

- Troy!

Mommy, somebody left the toilet seat up,

and I almost fell in again.

Never mind about that now.

I do not believe what I just heard.

- Why are you calling

people's mothers names?

- Mommy, I didn't.

Don't lie to me.

Why is that child standin' outside

with crocodile tears in his eyes?

- You go back outside

right now and apologize.

- But I didn't do anything!

Go!

- I'm sorry, Greg.

- You sorry why?

Sorry I called

your mother a ho.

You sorry about teasin' me

about bein' left back three times...

- and about me and my brothers

havin' three different fathers?

- All right, already.

- I said I was sorry.

- You better be.

- Thank you, Mrs. Carmichael.

- That's okay, baby.

- Stupid.

- Hey, hey!

- Stupid.

- Hey, hey!

Hey, come here.

I want you to go to the supermarket

and get some things for dinner.

Mommy, I hate food stamps.

Besides, we ain't even on welfare.

Stop sayin' "ain't." You better be glad

we got some food stamps. Go on.

Mommy!

Everyone's gonna laugh at me.

Ain't nobody gonna laugh at you

that ain't on welfare theyself. Scat!

- How come I have to go?

- Do you want to have

dinner tonight, Troy?

Go!

# Pass the peas, please, pass the peas

like you used to say #

# Pass the peas

like you used to say ##

## [Continues]

Where you going?

Come back here!

Put those things on the counter.

What do you mean you didn't take it?

If you don't put it down,

I'm gonna call your mother.

- I'll have your place shut down, man.

- Come on. Give it here.

- Aha! What is this?

This is your hips?

- So what!

- Come here.

- Get your hands off me,

you coconut West Indian monkey.

Listen you little pickaninny.

Get out of my store...

and don't come back here no more!

Oh, God, these American children.

They don't know how to act.

They have no manners.

Miss, I'm sorry for the disturbance.

Please, go on.

I'm very sorry.

- [Screaming]

- I'm gonna get you, you ugly b*tch.

I never did nothin' to you.

Get off of me!

No fighting in front of the store!

Get out of here, you little pickaninny.

- Move out!

- You shut up! Mind your own business!

I got your food stamps!

You have your things?

Don't pay her no mind.

- Move on! You all right?

- I got your food stamps!

- You got your stuff?

- I'm gonna punch you in your face.

You know where you live?

Okay, go ahead.

[Store Manager]

Back to work.

Here! I told you not to send me!

Get up.

What on earth happened to you?

- She took the change too.

- Who?

- Peanut!

- What were you doin'?

- Standin' there gettin' beat up.

- Some boy beat you up?

- Peanut's a girl.

- How big is she?

- 6'2", 200 pounds.

- Troy!

You round here wrestlin'

your brothers all the time,

and you let some girl named Peanut

take my groceries and my food stamps?

I oughta whip your butt

my damn self.

Go upstairs and get your brother

and go get my things.

That's all right.

I hate liver anyway.

I'm glad Troy got her butt kicked.

Should have kicked her myself.

She thinks she's so cute.

Shut up, you ugly baboon.

Why you be teasin' people?

- You ain't talkin' to me.

- Be quiet with your

Rashy Moustachie self.

- Why you always callin' people names?

- 'Cause I feel like it!

Ain't nobody gonna do nothin' about it!

[Screaming]

And stay off my stoop!

[Screaming]

# Now the time has come #

- # Time #

- # No place to run #

# Time #

# I ain't gettin'

burned up by the sun #

- # Time #

- # Well, I had my fun #

# Time #

- Troy!

- You glue sniffers! Leave me alone!

- Where's our money at?

- I ain't got no money.

I only got food stamps.

- You know damn well we take those too.

- Leave me alone! Shut up!

- Yeah, you like that, don't you?

- Breathe in.

One more time!

Breathe out!

- Get it, girl. Get it, girl.

- # The hard thing is to realize #

Bye, Troy!

- # Time #

- # Time has come today #

- # Time #

- # Time has come today #

- # Time #

- # Time has come today #

# Time #

# Time #

# Time ##

Hey, Miss Coomish Mimmish.

[Soft Moan]

I'm flyin', and Snuffy

and Right Hand Man are chasin' me.

No, Snuffy and Right Hand Man

are not here.

Your papa's here.

Daddy, I'm glad

you came back home.

Did you take Mama out yet?

Not yet, but I will.

Take her out now, Daddy.

Take her out now.

Young lady, I want you

to get some rest.

You hear?

It's for later.

They're spirited, but I don't know why

our kids are ostracized by your family.

- Welcome back, Daddy.

- Thanks, Wendell.

- Clinton, you go to the game?

- # I can see clearly now #

- Yeah, Knicks won.

- # The rain is gone... #

- Daddy, you burnt the toast.

- That ain't burnt. It's just

a little dark. Give it here.

Kids in the Delta

would love to have that to eat,

and a father nice enough to burn it.

- Okay?

- You are gonna give us

heart attacks, Woody.

Daddy, these eggs are runny.

- Eat those eggs!

- The food was prepared by your Pops...

with tender, loving care,

so you will eat it, am I right?

Celeste has had Joan, Sam

and Viola out to St. Louis,

and she's never asked our kids.

I ain't studying about Celeste.

Woman's mean and evil.

- [Kids Laughing]

- That's your sister.

- Yeah.

- I don't want to visit Aunt Celeste.

We don't need to visit nobody.

We got the car.

We can go for a drive.

- Can we leave Brooklyn?

- Take you anywhere...

- Can we please leave Brooklyn?

- Yes, we can.

Hey, Miss Coomish Mimmish.

Come here.

- How's my big girl?

- Good.

- Feelin' better?

You want some breakfast?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So, we gettin' ready to go

for a drive after breakfast?

- After we clean up.

- Clean up!

- What we gotta clean up for?

- I got an ailment here.

- Hey, hey, hey! After y'all clean up.

- Can Mutley come, Daddy?

- Yeah, Mutley can come, Boogie.

We gettin' ready to get

in the car, gettin' ready to...

...roll on, roll on.

- Uh-oh, here we go.

- You owe me a Coke!

- # Roll on in the Citroen, roll on #

[Clinton]

Daddy, you're ruinin' my ear.

- Daddy.

- You get up front with me.

You can sit with me.

This is 7 Arlington Place?

- Yeah.

- I have an order

to shut off your electricity.

- What?

- You gotta pay your bill.

- The bill is paid.

- No, the bill is unpaid.

"7 Arlington Place. Unpaid bill.

Service to be shut off."

- Did you pay it?

- [Sighs] Yes, I paid it.

This is the second time

they done made this mistake.

- Children, go on in the house.

- Oh, Daddy!

- You can call if you'd like.

- No, I'm not makin' a call.

- Just doin' my job.

- The bill is paid, Gem.

Okay, do what you gotta do.

All right.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

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