House Party Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 100 min
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Let me call you back later.
l got somethin' to take care of.
Can you explain this?
He called Mom out a name.
Don't you think
it's been long enough?
l am sick of you using
your mother for an excuse.
l wasn't using her as an excuse.
Then why didn't you tell me
when you got home?
Why you try to hide it?
l didn't think it was important.
No? Your school thought
it was important.
about your priorities...
after you finish
your damn homework.
You said
l could go to the party.
will be there...
and you don't need
no more trouble.
lt's not that type of crowd.
All my friends will be there.
l don't care if Marvin Gaye
will be there. You won't!
You don't know
how to act no way.
Last time, you didn't come in
till l went to work.
lf you let me go this time,
l'll be back before curfew.
lt'd be different
if Peter's parents were there.
l wouldn't mind you going.
But they ain't.
They work nights just like l do.
Matter of fact,
them folks is out of town.
You kids think you slick,
don't you?
Every little step you take
will be around this bedroom.
Believe it.
You're not goin' nowhere.
You're gonna make me
a social misfit.
l'm tryin' to make you
a responsible person.
But l am responsible.
Listen, get your act together.
Keep your mind on them books
and off them gals.
'Cause you will make
the same mistake l did.
Look, l'm sorry.
l'm sorry.
l shouldn't have said that.
l'm sorry.
l'm under a lot of pressure.
l'm sorry.
But you ain't goin'
to that damn party.
l don't give a damn
what you say.
That's why l hate messin'
with them.
We got to get going.
No time to waste.
Who's that in the car, Play?
That's a honey.
l know what you're thinking.
That ain't for you,
but there'll be a lot more.
We can't fit
a lot of equipment...
and three people
in that little-ass car!
You don't know how
to load things scientifically.
Leave it!
You're tearing my sh*t!
Don't!
Sh*t! What the--
Just leave it alone! Don't!
Play, leave it alone!
Just leave it! l'll do it!
Leave it alone!
Hey, l'm--Hey!
There it is. We got it.
Where am l supposed to sit?
Get out! She's gonna walk!
She's gonna walk!
Of course you can fit.
Try the other side.
You can get in right over--
Excuse me one minute.
Yes, baby?
l don't even appreciate
how you treatin' me.
l'm real sorry, baby.
l do appreciate
the way you look.
No. Don't touch me!
l'll tell you what.
l'll run this over to my crib
and be right back.
Be right back? Kiss my ass!
You gonna take
No! l ain't goin' for it!
What else can l do?
Kick that b*tch to the curb
and let me ride.
l'm the D.J., man.
Who you callin' a b*tch?
Your mama's a b*tch.
-My mama ain't no b*tch.
-lf l am, she is.
l'll kick your ass!
l'll fight a girl!
l know.
l seen a couple beat you.
l can't. lt would be cold.
Besides,
she's packed in real good.
Look, no.
You know what, man?
l f***ed up today.
l owe you one,
and l'll be right back for you.
-No, you ain't.
-He's got nerve.
l'll kick both of your asses.
Play, don't play.
Don't do that!
Don't drive off!
l'll say it calmly.
Maybe l was hollering.
Play, don't play.
l love you!
Play! Damn!
Hold on, man.
Somebody's at the door.
lt's Sidney.
Yeah, she's a trip.
You know who she is.
You like her.
Go ahead and wait
in the living room...
with your big nose.
Punk. Hi, everybody.
No, man, l said 12:00.
l didn't say 8:
00.l ain't going
to no party at 8:00.
-Sharane!
-l'm coming!
There'll be
fine women at the party.
Why bring a girl with you?
The incomparable Delfonics
and much, much more.
This is a fantastic album.
Let me borrow it.
No, my brother.
You've got to buy your own.
Come on, girl.
l said l was coming.
You always rushin'.
Whazzup?
My nails are wet.
Let's go outside while they dry.
Leave her at home, man.
She's ugly.
l can't wait to do that dance.
You know the one we been doin'?
Wait, l'm comin' back out.
You move, you lose.
-Come on, Sharane.
-Bye.
She gets on my nerves.
l don't know
if l like my outfit.
Why? You matchin'.
l told you about them
Garanimal outfits from K-Mart.
Why you tryin' to dis me?
Want some Kool-Aid?
Peanut, bring us
two glasses of Kool-Aid.
You know l'll ask you
to borrow that tomorrow.
-There ain't no more.
-Make some.
l won't give it to you.
-Sharane!
-What?
-Grape or red?
-Red.
Peanut, fix me
some of that Dick Gregory.
Who's supposed to be there?
Play...
Dragon-breath Bilal.
And your man, Kid.
You go, girl. Yours.
Don't even try it!
That is your man!
l don't know why
you keep sweatin' him.
He got a cute thing happenin'.
He's just so young-actin'.
He needs to chill from hangin'
with his crew and grow up...
then maybe l'll give him some.
You ain't givin' nobody nothin'.
-Don't even try it!
-Watch.
And l'm gonna give you
details blow by blow.
l'm gonna get my coat.
OK. Bye, everybody.
Bye, Grandma.
You drink that, Peanut.
We out of here.
Look at all that sugar.
Just thinkin' about that stuff
makes my teeth hurt.
That's good, girl.
What you talkin' about?
Way down in the jungle deep...
the lion stepped on
the signifyin' monkey's feet.
The monkey said,
"Motherf***er, can't you see?"
"You're standin'
on my goddamn feet."
B-love, yo, bust it!
What's up, cuz?
Bet you thought l cut you,
but l came back as promised.
l ain't goin'.
What do you mean
you ain't goin'?
Read my lips.
l've been waiting an hour
to tell you l'm not going.
You're just a little upset--
This is why
l don't D.J. for free.
'Cause n*ggers
don't be appreciating sh*t.
-l don't appreciate nothin'?
-No, you don't.
Man, take a look in that car.
There's too many for me
to handle.
They all goin' to the party...
and all they asked was,
"Who's the D.J.?"
So l brought them over...
so you could jump-start
before the other brothers.
ls that supposed to convince me?
Ladies, B-love's in the house.
Dragon-breath.
Who you talkin' to?
Look at this hair.
Eraserhead!
Where you going?
Why do you want to know?
We'll ask the questions,
you answer them.
Yes, sir.
Want to check him for lD?
We're out of doughnuts.
What? Jesus, let's go.
You watch yourself, understand?
'Cause we are.
Thank you, Cagney and Lacey.
Hey, what are you doing?
My rhymes!
Roll it back!
Smash him ! Kill him !
Get him ! Get him !
Yeah, baby, yeah.
Whose p*ssy is this, baby? Who?
Whose p*ssy, baby?
Sh*t.
You fine motherf***er!
Oh, sh*t.
You fine motherf***er, you.
Come here! Give me that p*ssy!
Sh*t! Yeah. Right there.
Right there!
Let me see! Let me see!
Yes, baby! Right there!
Yes, baby! Yeah!
Oh, sh*t!
There he is--
What was that?
Jive motherfuckers!
Stay away from
this motherfuckin' window!
F***in' peep-freaks.
Yo, wasn't that Kid?
Was it?
l got to get to the party, man.
Ain't no room in here anyway.
That's cold. Hi.
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