Da Sweet Blood of Jesus Page #2

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That's what they all say.

Please help us

to settle an argument.

Ms. Blair here says

that change is impossible

because we're addicted

to our society,

especially the upper-middle class

because they've taken the damn thing

in such large doses,

we're all junkies

of one sort or another.

What decides

if one is a criminal or not

is which side of the law

your fix is on.

Really?

Ms. Blair,

that makes us all guilty.

On the contrary.

That makes us all innocent.

Well, if my social sins were to ever

bring me before a judge,

I would rather it were Ms. Blair.

Where's the progress

in discovering a crime

and then excusing it?

We might as well go back

to swinging in trees.

But Africa is the cradle

of civilization.

Touch.

Dr. Greene, you have the most

magnificent display of African art.

When did you start collecting?

Ms. Blair,

Africa is my passion.

Will you excuse me, ladies?

- Of course.

- Yes.

- I like him.

- I do, too.

Bucky Dent!

Bucky Dent!

Bucky f***ing Dent.

Bucky f***ing Dent.

Bill Buckner!

Bill Buckner!

We have no response

for that right now.

Lord, oh, Lord,

Lord, Lord, Lord

I fell on my sword

Thought more was in store

Blinded by the loss

Missed what was pure

Sick can't be cured

I just procured

You're destined to forget

Thoughts are material

Couldn't forget

Said I'm stronger...

Would you like a drink,

Dr. Greene?

No, thank you.

Sir, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Will you excuse me?

Yes, sir.

I can't help being honest

Sometimes it gets me

in trouble, but I believe

That I'm in a better place

When I let it out

instead of harborin'

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

it's part of my garment

Can't camouflage it,

I keep a tea to try and calm it

I'm down,

I'm feeling hardened

In spots,

blood clots is alarming

I'm broke, you know

they want me to choke

Come on, pull off,

has gotta spit 'em, gotta get 'em out

This what I been about

I'm on that tiger blood,

yeah, pure winning route

I gotta war at times,

not a Minnie Mouse

I get it from my mama,

outspoken and strong

I'm fighting for rights,

ain't afraid to be wrong

I gotta keep

on writin' my songs

So get a mic and perform

from the nights till the dawn

That's how I do it,

yeah...

- Oh, Dr. Greene.

- Is everything all right?

Just fine, Dr. Greene.

Ms. Blair is such a bore.

She never stops talking poems.

Oh, I see you're finally

having a drink.

- Have we all driven you mad?

- Not at all. Not at all.

Oh, good.

What is that?

Oh. I could've had a V8.

No, no, no, no, it's not...

V8.

I don't like the texture.

- What in heaven's name is it?

- It's organic.

Let me tell you something.

Seneschal!

Seneschal!

Come take this terrible concoction

and put some vodka

and a little black pepper and a

dash of lemon in it for the doctor.

Right away, madam.

There's no need for you to suffer

for your health's sake today.

Besides, I want to talk to you

about your new book,

which I liked.

But I don't like

what you're saying in it.

If my educational background

can't believe it,

then you can imagine

what the massive...

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

The vodka will help, you'll see.

Right?

Have we ruined it?

It's just a little heavy

on the vodka.

Maybe it's the black pepper.

Oh, God.

Dr. Greene?

Dr. Greene?

Yankees! Yo!

- Excuse me, sir?

- Yes, Seneschal?

- Will that be all, sir?

- Yes.

I'll be back on Monday morning.

Is there anything you need

in town, sir?

You can pick up some candles.

I think we've run out.

Very good, sir.

Excuse me for a minute, please.

You know a sister

named Delores Kincaid?

You look just like this dude Tucson

she went out with

before she moved back

to North Cackalacky.

I saw him once

at the Apollo with her.

Hmm.

You look just like Tucson.

I had the strangest thing

happen to me this morning.

Nah, this afternoon.

"Anyhoo,"

it really had me trippin'.

Sit down.

Please?

May I have a "Kalula"?

Black Russian, please.

Yes, you may.

Miss?

What can I get for you?

A Kahlua Black Russian

for the lady.

Do you have Absolut Citron?

Yes, we do.

- Neat, please.

- Coming right up.

Be right back.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Now, where were we?

- I'm Lucky Mays.

- Dick.

You have a last name,

Mr. Dick?

- Yes.

- And?

Long.

Mr. Dick Long.

- At your service.

- Are you serious?

As cancer.

Lucky, why don't you

finish your Black Russian,

and let's get out of here?

How long is long?

Champagne for my real friends,

real pain for my sham friends.

Cheers.

Ah. And then?

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

So much to do,

so much on my mind...

- So, are we gonna f***?

- Mr. Dick Long,

ain't you one vulgar dude?

Sorry if I offended you

for being so blunt.

I'm not offended,

but I have never

"likened" that word.

Lucky Mays, you are one fine...

- super sexy lady.

- Boo,

thanks for the compliment.

But I still don't like

that vulgar word, "f***."

Help me out

with this dress, please.

Lookin' at my coochie,

it's about that time

Lookin' at my coochie

It's about that time...

Why don't you go ahead

and relax yourself?

...'Cause I will get mine

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

So you best get yours

'cause I will get mine...

You got any money?

Now look who's being vulgar?

Money ain't vulgar.

Martha's Vineyard ain't cheap,

and neither is this good p*ssy.

No licky, no sticky,

no ticky, no tacky.

How much you need?

I need 500 to start with.

Now?

Yep.

You're so predictable,

she says, "I miss you, too"

Baby, come over,

she says, "Not tonight"

"Why's that?" "Last night,

me and John had a fight"

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

- Looking at my coochie...

- Slow down.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Ow! Stop,

YOU play too rough!

Ow!

Stop!

Ow! Ahh!

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

Best to get yours

'cause I will get mine

Now I'm an independent woman

who ain't trying to wait

Call up the one motherf***er...

The only problem is

that he has no soul

And depending on the weather,

it can be so cold

But that don't bother me

'cause he's long and strong

Moves like a cat

and stays where he belongs

I keep him in a box

right beside my bed...

Aah!

...he won't ask for head

Shakes like I tell him

Till it time to breathe

In the box,

when I'm finished

I get dressed and leave

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

Best to get yours

'cause I will get mine

Looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

Best to get yours,

'cause I will get mine

Like looking at my coochie,

it's about that time

So much to do,

so much on my mind

Baby, I'm stuck

in 9:
00 to 5:00

My girl wants a scrub,

needs it all the time

Just one of those days,

and I'm so turned off

Have to work in an hour,

think I'll call John

He's been talking sh*t for weeks,

think I'll give him a chance

My little girl's horny,

and she's ready to dance

Knock back some shots,

now I'm feeling my peak

...he's ready to sleep

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