Fresh

Buenos dias, Buenos dias.

You coming early today.

I'm almost not finished.

But don't worry,

I'm finished.

I gotta get to school.

Come in, come in.

Always with you young boys,

always in a rush, always in a rush.

Marisol already

leave for school.

She has not missed one day

of school in three year.

Sit down, sit down.

You like some milk?

Some milk and cookie?

I have some nice

chocolate chip.

You like Marisol?

Marisol, she always

asking about you:

"Why Michael come here?

Why he don't talk to me

at the school? "

You have a girlfriend?

Ahhh, you already

liking somebody.

But I don't worry.

You are young.

Is plenty of time.

Soon you get tired of her,

and then you talk to my Marisol.

And I'm always telling her,

"You wait for that Michael.

"He's gonna go far,

to a very far place.

So take your time.

It's okay."

Because I always tell her a word

about how you a boy very special--

- Half a brick means 20.

- Yes, yes, of course, 20.

- It ain't 20.

- Yes, yes, of course, 20.

Esteban said I gotta

take this to Chillie's store.

I gotta take 20.

If I don't give him 20,

he gonna get mad.

You want me to count 'em?

No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait.

I-I-I check for you.

I-I check again.

Oh, look, look.

This one was stuck in back here.

I don't understand.

It's my eyes, you know?

So old, not seeing

so good no more.

And that's why I buy Marisol

her glasses right away.

So she don't have no trouble

with her eyes like me.

But Marisol is a pretty girl.

Just think about my Marisol...

because I want her to have

a clever boy like you,

so you think about it.

I gotta pick up five bricks.

Yeah, yeah,

they already called.

Then why they ain't

ready yet?

Relax. It's 8:
00 in the morning.

We ain't hardly woke up yet.

It's almost 8:
45.

I'm late for school.

Oh, for joy! It's little Fresh,

our messenger to the gods.

My tag is for my friends.

You can call me Michael.

You know,

it's embarrassing...

Esteban using this ugly

little maricon for man's work.

It makes me sick.

What's embarrassing is,

all the work there is to do...

Esteban got you workin'

up here with the b*tches,

that's what's embarrassing.

Damn! Ugly spotted

little motherf***er.

I'll f*** you up.

I'm all over these b*tches, n*gger.

Got me a harem here

like Arabian motherfuckin' sh*t.

You ain't all over me,

motherf***er.

You be dead before

you touch this good thing,

f***ing monkey.

You tripping on

your own sh*t, motherf***er.

Only harem you playin'

is them five fingers on

your own f***in' hand.

- That's right.

- I need five bricks. Five.

Everybody know

the only reason he here...

is 'cause Esteban skied

on his freakin' sister.

Don't be talkin' about my sister.

Word, Esteban clockin' out

on that chocolate freak.

He doggin' her

every chance he get...

and she ain't nothing

but a hop-head freak

riding the white horse--

Say one more word

about my sister, b*tch.

You know, maricon,

I 'm gonna f*** you right up.

Do it. Come on, b*tch.

F*** me up.

You know you ain't

f***in' nobody up, Herbie...

so shut the f*** up.

I need five bricks. Five.

Chillie, man, they're all there.

I already counted 'em.

You know

I got to count 'em.

You don't get paid

'til they're all counted

and accounted for.

What, you got ants

in your pants?

Chill, homes.

Esteban wants to talk to you anyway.

I gotta get to school, Chillie.

I'm stupid late.

It's gonna be my second

late day this week.

Man, Miss Coleman's

gonna kill me.

Don't worry. I'll write you

a doctor's note.

Yo, it ain't funny, man.

Esteban comin' here

just to talk to me?

He's making the rounds.

But he said

he wants you to wait for him

'til he gets here, okay?

Kick it, Chillie.

Pay me later.

I'm crazy late.

Tell him I had to get to school.

Yo, yo, Fresh.

Come back here, crimey.

Here. Here, homes.

If theres anything missing,

I'll kill you later.

Well?

Did you bring a late pass

or didnt you?

Boy, who's talking to you,

me or that floor?

Is this a comedy act, Chuckie?

You find this funny?

Then shut up and wipe

that stupid-looking thing...

which you probably think

is some kind of charming expression...

right off your face, boy.

Put your things away

and find a seat.

Go on!

This is not over,

do you hear me?

Now, what I was saying

before that interruption...

was that Mr. Hill

told you what the words

"manifest destiny means...

but not what it was.

So don't come into my classroom

with that ignorant nonsense...

about the heroes of the Alamo

and Davy Crockett...

and how bad they were...

because all

they were really doing...

was robbing another people

of their land...

so that they could keep

opening up new territories

for legal slavery.

The papers that I gave you

have a series of quotes...

from some antislavery writers

of that time period.

You read the first quote, Rosie.

It's from an antislavery writer

by the name of David Child...

written to

the Mexican government...

warning them about his own

United States government.

Read it to the class.

"Dear Sirs, There is

an impatient and almost ir--

"irresistible desire

in the South and Southwest...

to lay hold on Texas--"

Excuse me.

Where do you think you are,

the land of Oz?

You must be trippin'if you two

think you're gonna sit together.

Boy, move over there.

Go on, Rosie.

All right, Curtis, you're

hogging the ball again. Pass it.

Power!

Power!

That's it.

Yo, that sh*t's mine.

Not with a prayer, n*gger.

That's it.

- That sh*t's mine

This is mine.

- Look, look, n*gger.

- Yeah, that's mine.

That's right.

- Sh*t.

Step right up,

step right up.

One more, my good man.

One more.

Only if you flip

Willie Randolph.

- Uh-uh. Sorry, G.

- Yo, forget it, then.

Yo, I gave my last

Willie Randolph double

to Fresh in class, man.

- I only got one left.

- Flip Willie Randolph!

No! N-O spells no.

No one never flips him.

And it be costing me

six bucks of packs 'til I get him.

You a chump buyin'

them shits, man.

I ain't never bought me

no baseball card.

- Been stealin' them shits all day.

- Stealin' them shits all day.

Yo, shut up, Tarleak.

You ain't never stole sh*t,

so shut up!

- Yes, I did.

- Why you ain't got nothin'?

Show me your cards.

I ain't bring 'em with me.

N*ggers be always jumpin' me

for my baseball cards.

- Yo, shut up, retard.

- My old man got every series

of baseball cards since 1900.

He got Willie Mays,

Jackie Robinson, all of them.

They didn't even have baseball

cards back then, stupid.

- Uh-huh, I seen 'em.

- Yeah, where?

At my old man 's.

He got all them cards where he at.

Where he be keepin ' 'em at?

In his, like, how many limos?

Six. N*gger got six limos.

Word, six of'em.

Stupid big limos.

You haven't even met

your father, motherf***er.

- I did!

- You haven't even

seen the motherf***er...

so shut the f*** up

before I kick your bucktooth,

nappy-head ass!

- Look at this.

- He be lookin' at her like this.

- Shut up, n*gger.

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