House Party

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This is the party.

Chris! You awake?

Breakfast is on the table.

Come eat this sh*t

before it get cold.

lt'd help if you

wouldn't call it sh*t, Pop.

lt'd help if you get

your ass down and eat it.

Pop, Play--Peter's having

a party, and l wanted to...

Finish your breakfast, boy!

Yo, man, you are wrong.

We're homeboys.

Why you pretending like

you don't want to D.J. the gig?

l don't D.J. for free anymore.

Plus, you never provide

transportation.

How do l get my turntables,

records, and speakers there?

Yo, man, l have the house keys

and the car keys.

My parents--down south,

way down south. We're in.

Let me rap,

and then we'll consider it.

You already got gonged

in the school talent show.

Why you want to embarrass

yourself again?

l've been practicing.

l got dope lyrics.

Def women l'm gonna be

hooking you up with.

This ain't no tackhead party.

Def women like those.

You like that?

l do.

Check this out. lt's Play time.

Hook me up, all right?

That's a weave, girl.

Yo, ladies, ladies.

l know y'all gonna be

in attendance...

at the super-def,

throw-down jizzam of the year.

Sharane, you hear anything

about a party tonight?

Not any good ones.

Yo, wait a minute.

Don't even try and play me.

l'm not beggin'

either one of y'all.

-You have before.

-You will again.

Listen, you know the address.

10:
30, and you can

bring some friends.

Hey, don't play.

Since you're not into sharing,

l'll get my own.

While you're over there,

give the ladies my regards.

Right.

Stab, l'm really sorry.

l'm sorry. l'm really sorry.

No, don't get up.

l'll get you another milk.

l'll pay for it myself.

You need a milk?

l'll be right back.

lf l was you,

l'd kick his f***in' ass.

Damn.

You went out like a sucker.

So if l throw with them,

you got my back?

Of course. You know that.

l'm your man.

You know l'm gonna take--

-Hi, Kid.

-Hi.

You finished?

We were about to sit with you.

l was gonna sit a little longer,

so you should.

Are you really not coming

to the party tonight?

Why? Should we?

lt's up to you.

lf you weren't going,

l'd probably skip it, too.

l think you should go.

-We'll probably see you there.

-Maybe.

You should be nice to him.

You started it.

"Why? Should we?"

Shut up.

Anyway, l was over there, right?

That's twice.

You conscious motherf***er.

You got a sleepwalking problem,

we can fix it.

We'll break your legs

and kick your f***ing ass!

l'll break my leg off

up in your ass so far...

you'll sh*t sneaker for a month.

-l've done it before.

-He'll do it again.

Why you sweating me, man?

You're wrinkling

my school clothes.

"You're wrinkling

my school clothes."

Yo, wait, wait.

What's the problem?

Your mama can't afford no iron?

Tell her to come on over

to Stab.

l'll put her on the stroll.

She can save up, get one.

He can't f*** with you.

Watch out, man! Watch it!

This punk motherf***er

throwing sh*t at us.

l smell something, man.

l definitely smell something.

l smell p*ssy!

-He's a p*ssy, man!

-Kick his ass!

How you like that, boy?

Do it, do it!

Go, go, go!

Wait, wait. OK, now!

OK, fellas!

What you got to say now, punk?

Your Shaolin technique

is very good.

He thinks we're joking--

Homeboy, you all right, man?

lt's over?

Kid, we had your back.

Yeah, way back.

Damn.

l'm sorry l almost hit

Mr. Wilson with the Jell-O...

but Stab called my mother a ho.

You see, my mother's dead.

l'm very sorry about

your mother, Christopher...

but you can't fight because you

have a chip on your shoulder.

You're a good student,

so go back to class.

But your father

will have to be notified.

As for you, young man...

l'm tired of seeing you

in this office.

Could you tell me

why in God's name...

you called his mother

a garden tool?

How mad could he be?

Maybe the school

didn't even call him.

l'm so glad you're home.

Sit down. l need to talk to you.

What's up, Pop?

l'm making some Dick Gregory.

You want some?

No, thanks, Pop.

You know l need this stuff, boy.

l got a weight problem.

Can't wait to eat.

Pop, are these the only...

pieces of mail you got today?

Just some bills.

You want to pay them?

What?

Bila? Bilyle?

Whatever your name is,

what you want?

lt's for you.

l'll take it upstairs.

Why they name that boy

that African name?

They from Cleveland.

Yo, what's up?

Kid, have you talked to Play?

l been calling his house.

Nobody answers.

He was supposed

to come pick me up.

l haven't spoke to him.

l'm really sweating

this pink slip from school.

lf Pops finds out l got

in trouble in school today...

l'm definitely gonna be

on punishment.

You're still

worrying about that?

lf you ain't got a letter yet...

then they'll call

your house after 5:00.

That's when they expect

your parents to be home.

Sh*t. What do l do?

Just leave and don't come back

till after the party.

l still got to get dressed.

l can't come

to the set stinking.

Throw some Brut on

and meet me at the party.

Chris, get off the phone

and come down here.

l got to jet.

l'll see you tonight.

All right, man. Peace.

Don't tie up the telephone

talking to your friends.

l'm expecting a call

for some overtime.

OK, Pop.

There's a party

at Play--Peter's house.

-Can l go?

-On a school night?

l'll make sure l'm back

before curfew.

Oh, man.

l had plans for us tonight.

l rented a couple of videos.

"Dolemite."

You like "Dolemite."

You grew up on it.

All right.

lf you got to, you got to.

But after you finish

your homework.

No problem, Pop.

What's wrong with you?

Don't like "Dolemite"?

"Way down in the jungle deep...

"bad-ass lion stepped on

the signifyin' monkey's feet."

Toe to toe,

Kid 'n Play is on a roll again

lt's only right that we

keep the crowd dancin'

Rhymes are dope,

the tempo is steady

You ready? Let's rip up

the floor like confetti

Y'all, l got a great

new album in the mail today.

Onyx Communications

and Hey Love Productions...

proudly present "Hey Love."

All the commercials

they showin' nowadays.

God. Every TV station.

Cut the television off,

comin' through the damn walls.

The incomparable Delfonics

and much, much more.

l got to get this fan fixed.

lt was so hot in here

last night...

l saw the devil

sittin' in the living room.

Sh*t. N*ggers ain't gonna

break my mama's good stuff.

Let 'em f*** with this plastic.

What up?

Play Martin in the place to be.

The place to be

is my house an hour ago.

lf you want a D.J.,

stop smokin' that crack...

and drive your mother's

raggedy-ass Chevy over here!

Chill, man.

l'll jet over in one minute.

l don't like fooling

with you, man.

Come on now, Play!

All right!

l love you.

Kid, answer the door!

Answer the door.

l'll get the phone.

Yeah, what's up?

l sure was depending on

that overtime.

Give me that letter.

Are you retarded?

No, l wasn't talking to you.

Crazy mophead boy of mine.

Ready to cut his hair off.

Look like a young tree stump

walkin' around here.

What's old James up to?

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