House Party 2 Page #4

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not to give money

to any beautiful woman...

by the name

of Sheila Landreaux...

a.k.a. Shareese Taylor...

a.k.a. Sharnelle Butler...

a.k. a...

Well, I think you got the idea.

You...

you and you,

this is your lucky day.

Beat it! Get out of here.

You hurting me, man.

Oh, sh*t.

OK, you three guys

are going for a ride downtown.

What the f*** for?

What up with this?

Hands down!

Car theft, larceny...

mail fraud, embezzlement...

Damn!

I'm going to tell you like this.

I hope you ain't getting

no p*ssy...

'cause that sh*t

could be lethal, man.

Bilal, would you just

do me a favor and shut up?

Would you just shut the f*** up?

Yo, Play, the b*tch has

a record longer than my dick.

Yo, can I ask you something?

Can I ask you something, please?

What?

You feel real stupid,

don't you, huh?

When are you gonna learn?

And look at this motherf***er.

Ass out...

No money, no education.

This sh*t got to stop. I'm...

How long?

Well, at least

I'm not the irresponsible one...

who left his check around

that I'd be tempted by it.

You know what I'm saying?

You...

Chill!

Yo, I was...

Yo, I was bullshit...

Yo, we boys.

We boys!

Sh*t.

Damn.

Yo, you know what I think?

Shut the f*** up, Bilal.

Yo, it ain't going

to be too many more...

of them shut-the-f***-ups.

all right?

Because I'll whup

both of your asses.

You should talk

to the bank, man.

What are you talking about?

Your girl Sidney...

Her parents, they own minimalls.

I'm not asking Sidney for money.

Sidney, there's something

I got to talk to you about.

See... This is really difficult...

We been seeing each other

for over a year, and...

Well...

See, well...

You want to see other people?

Yo, I'm really fine about it.

But, wait, I didn't mean...

I'm fine about it.

I'm fine about it, too.

It's so funny.

We live closer to each other now

than we did at home...

and somehow,

we see less of each other.

Well, you know...

you have your classes,

and I have mine.

You're making new friends,

and I guess I am, too.

We're at college

to have new experiences, right?

Why should

we tie each other down?

I don't want to tie you down if

you don't want to be tied down.

Good...

'Cause I feel

the same way about you, too.

It's great that we feel

the same way about each other.

I guess I'll see you

around the campus...

buddy.

Yeah.

See you around campus, pal.

Sit down. I need to talk to you.

Listen, get your act together.

Keep your mind on them books

and off them gangs.

Hey, what up, man?

Damn, what's wrong with you?

Damn, man, you look like sh*t.

How could the best day

of my life...

and the worst day of my life

happen in the same week?

Yo, I ain't got the science

on that, black...

but what I do know is...

you better deal with Dean Kramer

and your financial situation...

before that situation

deals with you.

Better get off your behind.

Yo, I gotta get out of here.

I'm gonna check you later.

Peace.

Ah, brother Robinson.

I think I can help you out.

Come here.

Come on, brother.

Bottom line...

You don't have the snaps...

but you want Dean Kramer

to give you an extension...

till you figure out

what your next move is.

That's right.

Naw, see, that's f***ed.

If you was a white boy...

he'd give you more extensions

than a bad weave...

but, a brother,

he ain't going to play that.

So, in other words, I'm over.

See, not necessarily.

See, my boy works

the main computer.

Now, cuz could lose

your paperwork for a while...

and buy you a little time.

For a price?

Hey, yo...

life's a b*tch, homey...

and not always a fine b*tch,

either.

Hello, Miles.

Well, hello yourself,

Professor Vernault.

Allow me to introduce you

to young Christopher Robinson...

a most promising freshman.

Professor Vernault...

is one of our most esteemed

scholars, Christopher.

Professor...

you know, I still find myself...

reflecting

upon our discussions...

of Chaucerian scatology.

Then you'll love

my upcoming lecture...

on the juxtaposition

of Thanatos and Eros...

in the works of Fielding.

Oh, wouldn't miss it, sir.

Well, I must be off, Miles.

Wow. That was deep.

Yo, you want

to whup the white man...

you got to know how to play

the white man's game.

- Hook me up.

- Wise decision.

Now, my boy usually charges

the football squad...

a couple hundred a head.

I don't have that kind of money.

Well, what you got, brother?

Come on, brother,

don't let this pass you by.

That's all the money

I have in the world.

I'll take it.

What is...

the single most

important question...

any of us can ask ourselves?

Who...

am I?

Late again.

My girl left me.

We've been taught that it's OK

to define ourselves...

in relationship

with others as...

What you doing, man?

...slave...

nanny...

athlete, or entertainer...

but never on our own terms

as individuals.

Ralph Ellison brilliantly

explored that theme...

in "The Invisible Man..."

which I can see...

that Mr. Robinson...

is most anxious

to discuss with us.

Come on, man, don't...

Mr. Robinson!

I am?

I am.

"The Invisible Man"...

A great book. A very great book.

Here we go again.

But I always wondered...

why did he call...

the invisible man...

the invisible man?

Everyone is on the edge

of their seats.

Why?

I think the author

was trying to say...

that black people...

are like that movie...

where the only way

you could see the guy...

is if he was...

wrapped in white bandages.

So Ellison...

was saying that...

in order for white society

to see us...

we must be wrapped in white?

Yeah.

I am.

Very insightful, Mr. Robinson.

You taught me something.

Could I see you after class?

You're through.

You wanted to see me, sir?

What I want to know is...

do you have the gift

that I think you have...

or am I just being charmed

by your line of bullshit?

Could I get back to you on that?

Yes, you can, in a week...

with a twenty-page paper...

in which you discuss

how Ellison, Wright, Baldwin...

and the other authors

I assigned to you to read...

handle the theme of growing up

as a black male in America...

In a week? Wait a minute.

That's not fair.

Life is not fair, Mr. Robinson.

There are students

on this campus who are here...

only because their parents

are rich alumni.

That isn't fair.

And those students

might look at you...

and think that the only reason

you're here...

is because you're black,

and you got a good jump shot...

or you're black, so you can run

with a football...

or you're just here

because you're black.

That isn't fair.

And it might not be fair

that you got to prove...

that you're here because

you've earned it, but you do...

and if you don't prove it to me,

Mr. Robinson...

I'll fail your ass.

Yo, you talk to Kid?

He hasn't even called me...

to find out how I'm feeling

after losing my record deal.

Play, it was wrong, man.

Fifteen dollars.

- We hook up later, right?

- All right, peace, man.

- Peace.

- Yo, peace out.

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