Fritz The Cat Page #6

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-Let's split.

Anybody looking our way?

Some stud

gone and left his keys.

What are you doing?

You stealing that car?

Shove over, Jack!

Let me drive this goddamn thing.

Move it out!

Hey, man,

you cats can't drive.

You don't know nothing

about nothing.

Can't you see that car go by?

Cool it, will you?

I drive like a crow.

-Man, look, slow down!

-l see the light.

Man, you'll get killed up here!

Bullshit, Ralph!

Would you please shut up?

It's bad enough

we got transferred up here...

without you bullshitting

all night.

Now, I gotta cover my beat...

and I'll meet you

back here in an hour.

One hour, Ralph.

And, Ralph...

please, be careful.

Yeah, but Harlem?

Come on, slow the car down!

Look out, man!

I ain't ready to die yet!

Harlem?

I know what I'm doing.

The only faces...

you can see in a crowd

up here is ours.

The way they look,

all you can see is their eyes.

I don't like it here.

I see the f***ing fuzz.

Cool it, just cool it.

Right through the head

I'm gonna get you!

Throw that pig out!

Look out!

Cool it, man, will you?

I know what I'm doing.

Like hell you do.

Duke, you saved my life, man!

Sh*t!

Yesterdays

Yesterdays

Days I knew as happy sweet

Sequestered days

Olden days

Golden days

Days of mad romance

And love

Then gay youth was mine

And truth was mine

Joyous free and flaming life

Them-sooth was mine

Sad am l

Glad am l

For today

I'm dreaming of

Yesterdays

That you, Sonny?

It's me, baby.

-How's the crowd tonight?

-Not bad.

We're pushing enough grass

to make our money.

Just enough.

But it sure ain't like

the good old days in Harlem...

when white money was boss...

and them fine, white cats

came up to Harlem...

spreading it all around

Big Bertha.

Oh, child.

That was before

all those peace marches...

sit-ins, riots, and 'dos.

Ain't nothing wrong

with no peace marches.

It's me, baby.

Who's that joker?

Friend of mine.

Cat, you ever been high on pot?

Are you kidding me, man?

Grass?

Who doesn't, you know?

What do you think,

I'm some kind of a hick?

Let's get that cat going on pot!

Take one.

That's what

I'm talking about, baby.

Nothing wrong, take two.

Come on, be a club member.

That's it!

Take three! Take four!

Five, six, seven!

That's it, baby!

He ain't losing now,

no, indeed.

Joint, Hilly! A joint!

Stay loose!

Fritz, come on, now, stop!

Yo, Fritz!

Fritz, come on, now,

stop it!

No, don't stop! Oh, yeah!

Oh, no, Fritz! Come on!

Hey, toro!

Hully gully cat!

Climb, sugar!

Right there! No, Fritz!

Come on, Fritz!

Aw, man, yeah!

Will you look at that?

You ain't black enough, hon.

That old black magic got me!

Oh, Fritz! That's right!

Right there, honey!

Wow, wow, wow!

Pump that thing!

Suddenly it's all very clear!

I must tell the people

about the revolution!

Revolt! Revolt!

Damn you! What the hell

you jabbering about now?

Revolt!

Revolt! Revolt!

Revolt,

you thick-skulled idiots!

You have carried heavy burdens

for the bosses!

You have sweat your lives away

for the bosses!

The bosses!

They ride around in limousines!

Get the f*** off my car!

Bosses...they're eating

strawberries and cream !

That's funny!

Cats are real boss!

All right,

what's going on here?

Break it up!

Cool it, officer.

He's just blowing hot air.

No one's paying no mind.

Come the revolution,

there'll be no more limousines!

Come the revolution,

no more strawberries and cream !

Hey, Ralph, you know how

these dumb kids are.

They don't know what they doing.

F***ing "A" right.

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