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F***!

What did you say? My mama's a what?

You said some sh*t about my mama?

I said, ''Your mama's a junkie, b*tch!''

- I kicked the motherf***er.

- (SPOON):
Yeah.

I knocked the motherf***er out.

I didn't need you to hit the motherf***er.

I'd have kicked his punk ass.

Know what I'm ''sizaying''?

- Let go with that Pig Latin sh*t.

- It's Bop.

- Bop?

- Yeah, from bebop.

Take the first letter and put ''iz'' behind it.

Then you add the rest of the word.

Like ''saying'' will be ''sizaying''.

''Cool'' will be ''cizool''.

You know what I'm ''sizaying''?

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's just cool

I'm writing some of that bop stuff.

Yeah, Cee-Cee's playing

at The Spotnext week.

- Why don't you come check it out?

- What night are you playing?

Wednesday and Thursday.

- I'll be there.

- Yeah, I'm there.

Why aren't you happy to f*** off

right now? Come on, I've got sh*t to do.

Yeah, go on and get your

little crazy ass out of here, man.

I've been listening to you

talking sh*t for an hour.

- I've got other customers coming.

- F*** you!

I've spent my money, I'll sit all day, n*gger.

See, I told you. This motherf***er is crazy.

F***ing real crazy.

What the f*** did you call me?

''N*gger.''

Come on, man. This motherf***er

thinks he is black as sh*t.

Crazy-ass motherf***er.

Yeah.

You better go and get this motherf***er

out of my face before I shoot him.

Come on, Stretch.

Why am I always waiting for you?

For once in your life can you just come on?

I'm coming. I don't know why you're in

such a hurry. You ain't got sh*t to do.

- See you Thursday.

- Cool

You won't be seeing me for a while.

It's my last day getting high.

- New Year's resolution.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

- That's good, man. I'm real proud of you.

Sh*t, I need to kick myself, man.

Seems like I've been doing more dope

than I've been selling nowadays.

- (STRETCH):
Yeah.

- What about you, n*gger?

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

I'll be pulling for you, my man.

Yeah, pull on this.

You've got to chillwith that ''n*gger''-sh*t, man.

You're comfortable with me, but don't

call me ''n*gger'' in front of black people.

They'll ask why I let a honky call me ''n*gger''.

Term of f***ing endearment.

It'll be a term of you getting your ass kicked.

You can't say that! ''N*gger''! You're not black!

You're going to say that sh*t

to the wrong person,

- and I swear to God I'll..

- Hey! Don't look up.

That's the guy you hit in the head.

Sh*t, those are definitely his plates!

- Why don't you go back and kick his ass?

- F*** you! You think I won't?

Think I f***ing won't?

Hey! My friend here was extremely

disappointed with his purchase.

He was under the impression

that batteries would be included.

(SPOON):
Sh*t! Come on!

Let them go.

That was close, way too f***ing close.

Think we lost them?

(SPOON):
Yeah, we lost them.

Sh*t, I blew my high!

My last time getting high

and these motherfuckers blow it.

Hi, I'm trying to check on the condition

of Ms Barbara Cook.

I brought her in last night.

Actually, it was this morning.

He could have f***ing shot us!

(SPOON):
Yeah.

OK, thanks.

No change. Critical condition.

I think you're right

about this ''luck running out''-sh*t.

We're f***ing broke. Cookie paid

the rent for the last three months.

- (STRETCH):
Now this...

- Yeah. You're right.

(TV):
No, I think thatifyou do it in

theprivacy ofyourown home, fine,

butbreast-feeding inpublic

is downrightdisgusting.

This is Skip Woods takingyour calls.

When we return.Addicts - do we

really want to give them free needles.

We'llbe rightback with

'America - Love it orget the hell out''.

I hate that f***ing guy.

- (STRETCH):
Hey, Spoon!

- Yeah?

I'm coming with you tomorrow.

That's good.

JAZZ MUSIC)

Crushed eyes stare

maimed minds wear

badges of intolerance

believing that it's their defence for me

Don't they see there's no hiding?

There's no hiding, yeah

Cged souls cry

black tongues lie

behind walls of ignorance

armed with indifference for me

Don't they see

there's no hiding from me?

There's no hiding from me

There's no hiding from me

So where are you going to go, huh?

(RADIO):
Wake up, it's seven a.m..!

Welcome to ''The Sunrise Party''.

Howmany ofyou have already broken

their New Year's resolution. Give us a call

(STRETCH):
It's going to be

a f***ing nightmare day, I just feel it.

(SPOON):
Are you going to complain all day?

I said I'd kick,

but I didn't say I was going to like it.

- Oh, f***!

- Sh*t!

I told you we should have left early.

Koolaid, how are you doing, n*gger?

What's up, Pecker Wood?

- What are you doing here?

- What are youdoing here?

- New Year's resolution.

- Me, too.

What's the point of

turning getting high into a job, right?

Getting high is supposed to be fun, right?

- What's going up, Spoon?

- How are you doing?

Did you hear about Kosher Dill?.

Oh, man! He got off light and went south.

- With some fine-ass Cuban b*tch.

- Really?

I hear you're doing some kind of

poetry sh*t, or something.

Yes, something.

- So how doth that sh*t be going?

- Good.

- When do the doors open?

- They're already open.

Is this your first time trying to get into rehab?

- Yeah.

- How about you, Grey Boy?

- Yeah.

- Have you all got a Medicaid card?

No.

You've got to have a Medicaid card

to get into the programme.

F***, I ain't got no f***ing Medicaid card.

Am I supposed to

get out and get one now? F*** that!

If you sign up for the HIV test, they say

they'll get you into the programme sooner.

Otherwise, it takes six weeks.

I ain't taking no damn HIV test.

(NURSE):
Hold still, please.

I didn't want to have to do this.

What are you going to do?

Press the cotton on that spot, please.

OK, the results will be in tomorrow, gentlemen.

You may go to the front desk

to receive your 40 dollars.

Show them this yellow card.

Your name will be placed on

an HIV-tested waiting list.

It'lltake a week to ten days to get into detox,

and you'll need to bring in your Medicaid

card at that time. Thanks, gentlemen.

Yeah, thanks...

..for nothing, b*tch. I don't know

if I want to kick in ten f***ing days.

Let's try St James'.

I want to stop by Mud and pick up some bags.

- It's not even 10 o'clock!

- But I haven't had a blow, yet.

No point in walking around sick.

Might as well save that 'til after detox.

I'm going to need some support

if we're going to do this.

I'm with you.

So, what the f*** happened?

You f***ed your sh*t up.

A couple of motherfuckers

came in here and rushed me.

Pistol-whipped me and sh*t.

I owed the n*gger some money,

but I told him I was going to pay him.

They slapped Cee-Cee around and whatnot.

- Damn!

- I'm alright.

- When did allthis happen?

- Last night.

Right after you left.

- Right after we left?

- Yeah.

- So, D-Reper is a drug man.

- Yeah, I guess so.

(LATIN WOMAN):
justput the sh*t through.!

I've been standing here forthree hours.!

You people make me want to drink.

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