How High Page #2

Between your eyes?

What the hell is that?

It's the mark of Buddha.

It's the skid mark

of Buddha!

Looks like he took a dump

in the middle of your face.

I don't think

this is gonna work out.

Hold on, now!

Why you doin' this?

I'm in the Field of Dreams

and Dances with Wolves.

Nigga, you are a wolf.

Chocolate diva!

Nubian goddess!

I'm gonna take you off

my buddy list, b*tch!

I hope you get a virus--

you and your computer!

If you build it, they will come.

What you mean, If you

build it, they gonna come?

Who's gonna come

to a f***in' cornfield?

Who gonna cut the grass?

I know you don't expect me

to sell no peanuts out this, b*tch.

Sh*t remind me of slavery,

Roots and sh*t.

I don't play this, man.

Hey, what was that?

Annie! Crazy ho!

Only way I'm comin'

is if you got some females

and some chronic.

Then we all gonna be comin'.

That voice just now,

what was it?

- We didn't hear anything.

- You got some nice titties,

dog. Word.

What titties? What?

Okay, you must've heard that.

It's a good baseball field, Ray.

It's kinda pretty, isnt it?

Uh, yeah.

Told you.

Did not. No, you did not.

You been busy plowin my corn.

Did.

Fire

Mark of Buddha, my ass.

Look at you now-- dead, ashes.

Damn, Ivory.

After all these years

of blazin',

who would've thought

the last thing to wind up

smokin' would be your ass?

I'm gonna miss you, dog,

and I'm gonna

be thinkin' about you

while I'm taking them THC's.

And ifyou're really my boy,

you'll make sure I pass

that motherf***er, ya heard?

Thanks, Pops. Matter of

fact, what's up with that little--

Can I get a little--

Never mind. Forget it.

Rude-ass motherf***er.

Stingy bastard!

Sh*t.

Early Girl.

Ooh, Ivory!

My, how you've grown!

Wow!

Damn, Ivory!

I had no idea you could

stink so good, nigga!

Jeez!

Oh, hey, man,

get that car fixed, yo.

Bumbaclot, boy!

Cisco Kid

was a friend of mine

Man, get the f***

outta here, man!

Look at this little-ass

bag of f***in' weed!

Cisco Kid

Yes, Lord.

Ooh, damn!

He drink whiskey

Pancho drink the wine

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh, sh*t!

My weed!

Oh! Oh!

No cigar? No!

F***! F***!

B*tch! F***! F***!

B*tch! F***!

To think that jammin'

was a thing of the--

Got blunt?

Got weed?

Man, that sh*t smell

good as hell, dog.

I'm Jamal.

Peace. Silas.

Say, you tryin' to

get somethin' to bring them

nerves down too, huh, bro?

Yeah, I figure if I study high,

take the test high, get high scores.

Right?

Right.

Right.

Look at that car.

Is it on fire?

Hit that, son.

This is the sh*t.

That sh*t is called Ivory.

It's the sh*t.

That's the Ivory.

Goddamn!

That is the sh*t.

Hey, y'all

pass that, kid?

I just gave it to

the guy in the back, man.

Guy in the back?

What the f*** are you--

What's up, dog?

That's Ivory.

No, that's the Ivory, bro.

Damn.

Ivory! Holy sh*t!

You got to be kiddin' me!

Yo, yo, you, Silas!

Chill out! Silas!

Word!

What the f*** is goin' on?

Ain't you supposed to be dead?

I am dead,

but this is what happens

when you smoke your boy.

Holy sh*t!

Man, let me try that!

Silas, relax.

Can we talk about

this in your car?

Can we talk about

this in your car?

Look. I know how you can

get hi gh scores.

I'm a ghost, ghost, ghost,

ghost, ghost, ghost.

Don't touch me, man.

It's me, dog.

What are you doin'?

You just runnin' the streets,

f***in' with the livin'?

No, bro.

I'm just here for you.

But you gotta understand

people can only see me

when they smoke me.

I got all the answers.

I can consult with people.

Socrates, Nietzsche--

even the old dude

who made up this test.

That's bullshit.

I bullshit you not.

I told you I have your back,

even if I got hit by a bus.

Your ass didn't

even get hit by a bus.

I made it!

I can't feel my legs,

but I'm alive!

-

-

- And you predicted that sh*t?

- Yeah.

What are you doin' here?

You gonna hook me up

with a chick...

with no gag reflex

or some sh*t like that?

Even better. I'm gonna

be in there with you.

By the time I'm done with you,

every college in the country

will be knockin' at your door.

Ow! Sh*t!

Man, I must not

be high enough, man.

- He a ghost, man.

- Cool. That explains everything.

I'm up here tryin' to put

my f***in' hand through the--

We've never had anybody,

let alone two people,

get a perfect score.

We either have

a one-in-six-billion

phenomenon or a cheat.

Damn!

But it would have been

impossible...

for either of you to cheat,

you had two totally different

versions of the test.

Congratulations. These scores

are going to get you into

any college in the country.

Yo, we still high

on that Ivory?

Dean, it's as simple as this.

The trustees

of the university

are riding my ass...

about getting some color

up at Harvard.

Excuse me?

Ethnic diversity.

The trustees seem to

think we need it.

How come we don't

have more minorities?

How should I know?

If we don't do something soon,

I might get fired.

What about Upchuck Kamalu?

He's Eskimo.

Why isn't he considered as a minority?

And I brought him in.

Yes, but it's breaking the bank

keeping his igloo frozen.

Dean, what about

those two guys I read about

from the tri-states?

They made perfect scores

on their THC's!

I saw those guys' pictures.

They look like mug shots!

I don't care. I want them!

At Reparations Technical Institute,

we offer a cornucopia of educational...

and business opportunities

for brothers and sisters

to pursue higher learning.

Read from the brochure,

brother.

Brothers, join us...

at Reparations Technical

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for the white devil...

in a relaxed campus atmosphere,

where classes range...

from... to...

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Advanced Hatred for the White Devil...

and...

volleyball.

- Next!

- You think you're all hot tamales

right now, I'll tell you.

Why don't you come to the base

and understand what it's really

like to be somebody special?

You can work hard, you learn...

- and then you can build

refrigerators and such.

- Next!

- Taking a vow of celibacy,

- Next.

- frees your mind and your body.

- Next! Next!

Harvard?

Man, ain't it a lot

Of richie people up there?

Sh*t, I gotta roll up

that joint, dog.

Well, with test scores

like theses, you can

roll up any joint you want.

But Harvard, gentlemen,

is not just any joint.

It's an institution.

All I wanna do is develop

my herbal in a real lab...

and get some head

while I'm doin' it.

Well, we have

the finest botany department

in the world...

and a quality of life like no other--

music, artists and the women.

So, does it sound tempting?

Ivy League atmosphere?

A place where you can

really grow academically?

Sh*t, I fucks with ya.

Sh*t, I fucks

with you too.

- Is that good?

- Yes, that's a yes.

Then we'll fucks

with each other.

Then we'll fucks

with each other.

Eh, yo.

Damn!

Alls look like they

still in high school, yo.

If there's grass

on the infield, play ball.

Where the f*** is

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