House Party Page #7

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This is a trick question, right?

l ain't going to lie.

l'm attracted to both of you...

but if l have

to make a choice...

and that seems to be

what you're asking--

then you're

who l want as a friend.

lf you go with someone...

you should be friends

as well as lovers.

So now that we're friends...

let's get with the loving.

You think you slick, huh?

Now l have a question for you.

What?

Are you on the pill?

No. l don't do this regular.

What about

one of those diagrams?

That's diaphragm,

and l don't do sponges, either.

Don't you have a whatchamacallit

in your wallet?

l knew this would come in handy.

lt's been in here a while.

Still good.

All right.

l guess it's been in here

a little too long.

So, now what?

Have you ever...

No, l never, no.

l don't know why l asked that.

l don't even know why

l asked about birth control.

Most guys wouldn't care

if you had it or not.

That's why l like you.

There'll be other times.

lt'll probably be

a long time from now.

Sorry, Kid.

That's what they call me.

"Sorry Kid."

That's not what l call you.

Get out of the way!

What are you doing?

l'm supposed to be

in my bedclothes.

l don't know

whether to watch or run.

Hurry up.

l don't know how those hoodlums

got into the party.

You should've pressed charges.

Not with those

fascist cops there.

lf l'd met that hoodlum

in the street, man to boy...

l'd punch him

in his snot locker.

You know l don't like

to be sucker-punched.

You've tried it

a couple of times.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

-How am l supposed to get out?

-Back door!

Mama?

Sidney, you're awake.

l decided to stay home

after all.

That's my little baby.

Our little pumpkin

stayed home all by herself.

-ls that Princess?

-l'll see.

lt's probably nothing.

See? lt stopped.

l'm sleepy.

l'm going to go to bed now.

My back!

Those cops are always

f***ing with--

My stomach.

Shut up.

He hit us all the same way.

l'm tired of gettin'

beat by punk cops, man.

Pee-Wee,

how does your ribs feel?

They f***ed me up the same way

they f***ed you up.

Yo, look!

Oh, yeah.

After gettin'

beat down by them cops...

l'm ready to whip

somebody's ass.

Where you goin', longhair?

Come here!

Let "Hey Love..."

Oh, my God!

The classic sounds of sexy soul.

Look at my hand again,

you'll be like that man...

Get some chicken, baby!

There goes

that broomhead albino!

Get that motherf***er now!

Get him now!

Get him ! Come on!

F***in' rat!

Get off me, man!

Oh, sh*t!

Come on.

What happened to homey's shoe?

Freeze!

Aw, sh*t! Sh*t!

Who's gonna explain that?

What the f*** you lookin' at?

So this is how you got

that Buckwheat fade.

You stick your head

in the icebox, right?

l hear you're a rapper.

l got a rap for your ass.

You run around town

like a f*ggot in heat

Me and my boys can't be beat

Wherever you go,

we can smell you like gas

And we're gonna kick

your f***in' ass

You got your silly ass

locked in the icebox

With nowhere to go

What we should really do

is take this refrigerator...

and just dump that sh*t

in the river.

You ain't thinkin'.

Where's your head at?

Leave me the f*** alone.

Freeze, Negroes.

Hey, let me out!

This is your lucky day.

lt was a jammin' party.

There you go, there you go.

-l got to talk to you.

-Tell me tomorrow.

l'm sorry, Ev.

The brothers

keep f***ing with me.

You were real cool with me.

Always remember that.

But Kid's dad--

What the hell happened to Kid?

He was supposed to help.

l thought he was down.

Peace out.

Yo, move over, man.

Move! Move!

We've been

going at this all day...

since earlier in the lunchroom.

lt hasn't gotten us

anywhere but in here...

which is where

we don't want to be.

Why don't we let

bygones be bygones...

and work together

to get out of here?

What do you say?

Man, f*** you.

Looks like l'm in here

for a couple of more days.

So how's everything

out on the street?

You taking care of my business?

What the--

l know the party's not over yet.

Think so?

That was wrong.

Play in full effect.

What up?

Play, this is Kid.

l'm in prison.

Right, at your house.

No, l'm not at home.

l'm in jail for real.

l need you to bail me out.

Anybody there to borrow from?

Just Bilal,

packing up his equipment.

Brothers ain't got no money.

Hurry, man.

My back's against the wall.

Just give me a minute.

We'll be right there.

Just do me a favor.

Don't pick up the soap.

Like l need you to tell me that.

That's why you can't

be on C.P.T.

l need you

on Japanese people time.

l'm depending on you.

Are you gonna come down?

-All right.

-l'm serious.

All right!

All right, bye.

-How much we got?

-What?

How much do we have?

Don't holler at me, man.

l'm telling you.

Think they'll take a check?

Sh*t. l got to collect

from the bums at my party.

Think they'll give you money

after you kicked them out?

lt's the least they can do

after breaking my toilet.

How about the girls

who left earlier with Kid?

Boy, are you crazy?

Kid's in jail.

We need your help.

-Jail?

-Yeah.

l should get in trouble

'cause he did?

He didn't do nothing wrong.

We're his friends.

All we need is bail money.

Bail money? He got a daddy.

His daddy'll kick his ass.

Should've thought of that

before he did what he did.

He is my boy and all, but damn.

Sh*t!

Why you try and leave me?

l saw you running like hell.

No sense of both of us

getting our asses kicked.

Man, that's f***ed up.

-Did you get the money?

-No. She trippin'.

That's the problem when l send

a boy to do a man's job.

A boy?

Think you can do any better?

Look, n*gger, l--Hi, Play.

Hi. l know you ain't in bed.

The party ain't over yet.

After we go get Kid,

we're going to Burger King.

Burger King?

A little bite to eat.

Hang out a little while.

lt's kind of late.

Come on, for me.

Wait out front.

Don't forget your purse.

Hey, Daisy.

Heard you got quite

a reputation at your school.

Sweetest meat around.

When we get finished,

you gonna be even sweeter.

Know what this man did?

Tell him, Hatchett.

l cut a man's heart out.

Check that out.

Tell him what you did, Rock.

l beat a police sergeant,

with his own club.

And didn't run after he did it.

Hell, no.

What did you do?

l used to run

a day-care center.

l called Sidney.

She wants to come with us.

l told her we'd pick her up.

You got a couple of girlfriends

l can meet?

Has anybody ever told you

your breath stinks?

Damn!

-F*** you!

-What?

You heard. F*** you!

You mad 'cause

you still a virgin.

l ain't no virgin.

l got a girlfriend.

She just don't live

around here, right?

Dragon-breath.

Hey, don't hit me.

You got dragon-breath.

Your sh*t is a little tart, too.

N*gger, please.

-Belch.

-Shut up.

That's what l thought.

l got something to tell you.

-You got juice?

-Yes.

Tell me.

This l know.

l don't believe you.

What?

That's right. So don't get mad.

l ain't trippin'.

You go, girl.

Thank you, girl.

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