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House Party Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 100 min
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thirty brothers.
Don't make me walk
all the way back there...
after climbing from
around the D.J. table...
crossing the room,
obviously to ask you to dance.
l'll be the object of ridicule.
There's a lot of girls
not dancing.
Want to know why?
Because they are homely.
They need to be home
getting beauty sleep.
What you think
they say about you?
You heard something?
Oh, no. Sharane!
Kid, what's up?
-You enjoying yourself?
-Definitely.
l've known you too long.
What's that look in your eye?
Scheming on Sidney or Sharane?
Actually, l had my eye--
Sidney's for you.
Sharane wants me.
-She does?
-Every day.
Besides, with your father...
you can't deal
with no project girl.
You gonna ill out on a girl
from the projects?
You got it wrong.
With a father like yours,
you have no privacy...
no car, and no money
for a motel.
You see my point?
With a project girl,
someone's always home...
and that's gonna mess
with your datin' time.
Mating time.
Know what l'm saying?
How's it look watching
television with Uncle Fester?
-lt's Uncle Otis.
-Whatever.
But Sidney has a home.
A house with a rec room.
You know what time it is.
Go downstairs.
Sofa bed. You're in.
-Why you playin' me?
-l'm not--
Just 'cause you don't have
nice stuff at your crib...
don't mess with my mother's.
Your liver gonna
shrivel up like a prune.
lt's hot.
Become a man, come on.
Some of this.
No, man. You better
slow down yourself.
That monkey oil
is gonna mess you up good.
l tried to tell him.
Kid, you my man...
but l tell you
you'll be out on the sauce...
if you're not down with this.
This stuff makes your dick hard.
l'm talking cock-diesel, baby.
Do that dance step
you was doin' out there.
l've been trying to get
that all night.
-l don't feel like it.
-Come on!
l'm really not in the mood.
Don't do it, then.
l'll learn on my own.
Wait a minute.
Don't give up so easy.
l knew you wouldn't
go out on me.
l'll teach you.
Cool, man.
This is very complicated.
-What are you doing?
-This ain't aerobics class.
You can't do it.
-ls that a challenge?
-lt is.
-You better come on out here.
-Come on.
And look, drunk.
-Shall we do this?
-Let's do it.
Don't be movin' me.
They went to
Go ahead. What you got?
Switch!
Switch!
Switch!
Bilal, switch again!
Come on, man, switch!
Did you see how Kid
was all up on me?
On you?
He was so far up on me,
l could not move.
Wait a minute.
You said he was young-actin'.
l did. l also said he was cute.
Switch!
l do everything l can for him,
and he don't come home.
He must be crazy.
He don't pay no bills
around this house.
l'll give him another minute,
and that's it.
What's wrong with this watch?
Minute don't take
that damn long.
Sh*t. l know where he's at.
l'll kill him when l see him.
that white woman.
Hold it right there.
Sh*t.
Where are you going?
l'm minding my f***in' business.
Do you have a problem with that?
Again with the questions.
What is this, "Jeopardy"?
lt ain't "Jeopardy,"
or Monopoly, either...
and l ain't going to jail.
-Freeze!
-God damn.
Y'all sound like
a set of bookends.
Put your hands
on top of your head.
Lean back.
l know why you stopped me.
'Cause l'm a poor black man
in a black neighborhood...
and y'all just want
to bust my black ass.
-No.
-You look suspicious.
Ain't that a b*tch?
You look suspicious
and definitely black.
Turn around.
Your wife likes it.
We're responding to a 415
in the neighborhood.
You could be coming
from that disturbance.
The only f***in' disturbance
is you f***in' with me.
Don't think l can't read
no badge numbers, chump.
Boyd and Warnarski.
l'll turn your ass in.
That's enough, OK?
Watch your attitude, pal.
-Ain't that a b*tch?
-Go home.
F*** you.
Officers of the goddamn law.
-Go.
-l'm not ready.
Go on home, pal.
You don't know
who you f***ing with.
l'm from a small town called
"Fresh Off A Cop's Ass."
You make me homesick.
l'll find that damn boy.
Head like a whisk broom.
Sharane and Sidney,
How could a man choose?
lt's like that?
Sharane, you are crazy.
l really like that outfit
you got on.
lt likes you, too.
-And you got the boots.
-You like my boots?
Look at your hair.
lt looks so nice.
You got the braid
and everything.
That's my jam !
Check out this mix, boy.
Yo, Sharane.
Dope.
Yo, baby.
Let's do it, darling.
Want to dance, baby?
Damn.
-Like to dance?
-No.
You sure
you don't want to dance?
l'm quite sure.
Can l sit down?
lt's a free country.
When l saw you
turn that other guy down...
l knew that the odds
were against me.
Don't take it personal.
l didn't take it personal
when you asked me after Sharane.
What's your middle name?
LaToya.
Sidney. That's a nice name.
You sure
you don't want to dance?
l'm still tired. My feet.
Your feet.
Your mother should
buy you a bigger shoe size.
That would help.
That outfit you got on
is really nice.
-Pierre Cardin?
-No.
l knew it wasn't Pierre Cardin.
All right, fellas,
it's time to go to work.
You sure you don't want
to dance?
Maybe on a fast song.
l'm really not into slow songs.
-Whazzup?
-You want to dance?
Can't you see
l'm talking to my girl?
l should have sat out
the last one like you did.
l'm about to die.
-Ready to go yet?
-What's wrong?
You can't go until
you give me what you owe me.
-Owe?
-Just a dance.
lt's late. We're ready to go.
l usually don't dance
on slow records...
but l will
if you won't grind on me.
Come on.
Don't be feelin' on my butt.
You so soft and comfy,
like my Hush Puppies.
You so warm and fluffy
like a buttermilk biscuit.
Shoot.
You make me want to squeeze
tighter and tighter.
l ain't gonna lie.
You make a motherf***er
want to sing.
Always and forever
Each moment with you
ls just like
a dream to me and you
That somehow came true
Honeys. Oh, yes.
Yo, fellas!
lt's cool.
What's the problem?
No problem.
-Hoods?
-That's right.
Why don't y'all
go rob a liquor store?
Why don't you quit playin'?
lf l'd known you were coming,
l'd have had metal detectors.
-That sh*t is real funny.
-Real funny.
Don't touch my body, man.
Big man. Don't touch his body.
Look at that.
Bunch of punk motherfuckers.
You smell something?
l definitely smell
something out here.
l smell pussies!
Forget this, man.
Forget all these chumps.
to a bunch of d*cks!
Sh*t!
lt's cool. Forget this, man.
l don't want to hang out
with this sucker set.
What l'd like to do
is hurt that punk Kid.
lf you was a real man,
you'd come out here...
and we'd squash this!
That's right, punk!
Get him when he's alone.
l told you.
Too many people around, man.
l'd really love to come
out and play with you...
but l'm busy right now
with your girl on my lap.
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