How Stella Got Her Groove Back Page #3
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- 1998
- 124 min
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The teeth.
-That's good. That's good.
DELILAH:
l know that's good.l'm going to take him
to the pawn shop, okay?
He doesn't even know
what l'm talking about.
JACK:
That's good.That's good.
l'm too old for this mess.
l'm glad you came.
But you're late.
How can l be late to something
l've been waiting for you to walk through
that door since a quarter to 10.
That's a very pretty nightgown.
Thanks.
l feel a little overdressed.
Don't.
Why don't you wrap that thing
around your waist?
Yeah. Thanks.
What the f*** is she doing
with him?
-Hey!
-Hey!
What are you doing?
She's dancing with me.
-Who the hell are you?
-None of your business.
Yes, it is my business.
Girl, we came here together and you
ditch me for some juvenile hip-hopper?
-Who you know nothing about.
-And you do?
Isn't that right?
Yes, Winston, that's right!
-Come on, girl!
-No. No.
l'm gonna--
l want you to meet my friend Jack.
Come with.
l'll see you later!
l'm gonna introduce her to Jack.
Jack! Jack, where are you?
Hey! Does everybody want to get crazy?
Take it off!
Take it all the way off!
-l can't do this.
-Okay, okay, this way.
JACK:
Whoo!
Get down, baby!
Get down, man. Get down.
Go, Buddy! Go, Buddy!
Go, Buddy! Go, Buddy!
You're hot, man.
You're really, really hot.
This is too much competition for me.
Is it too much for you?
My very thought.
Buddy, you're too hot for me.
Hey, hey, where you going, baby?
You only seen the half of it!
Stella!
[KNOCKING]
DELILAH:
Stella.
Stella, open the door.
l know you're in there.
l seen your little boyfriend downstairs
sucking down cheeseburgers.
Open the door.
What do you want, slut?
Who are you calling a slut? Trolling
the kindergarten yards for a date....
They gonna put you in jail for that.
He's almost 21 .
Well, then it's almost not a felony.
-What's his name?
-Winston.
Winston. Yeah....
You knew all day you'd be
seeing that boy tonight, didn't you?
And Buddy Bear's poor heart is broken.
lt is!
He is a broken man because of you.
Honey, that boy is cute.
-Who? Mr. Jailbait Hip-Hopper?
-Uh-huh.
l watched him dance for about two hours.
Girl, if he moves that good
with his clothes on.... Whoo!
Y'all make a cute couple.
Girl, all l did was dance with him.
All night long.
So, is that a problem?
Well, it must be,
because l'm here and he ain't.
Please. l just unpacked.
That, and you're a chickenshit.
Oh, come on, don't be ridiculous.
What would l do with a 20-year-old kid?
F*** him.
Do the humpty hump.
Do the bumpty bump. F*** him.
-Yeah!
-l'm old enough to be his mama!
That boy wasn't looking at you
like you were his mother, girl.
Look, Stella, we are in Jamaica, girl.
We are in Jamaica.
Have an affair. Have a fling.
l won't tell if you don't.
You need to go to your room right now.
l'm not going to my room.
You know what? l'm going.
l'm taking me and my big behind, and l'm
Iaying down on the bed just like this.
Oh, no, you ain't.
You're going to your room.
''Winnie, Winnie, Winnie! ''
Move your butt over.
-And you better hush. l don't wanna hear--
-l'm not saying a word.
''Oh, Winston--'' Oops! Sorry.
l know he is fine, but, uh-uh.
l ain't studying that child.
Liar.
Winston. Look. Watch her.
-Hey.
-Winston.
Do me a favor and talk to me, please.
Don't look, but that old man
coming this way is trying to hit on me.
And who can blame him?
lf l weren't in my right mind,
l'd swear you were hitting on me too.
And you would be right.
-You're serious, aren't you?
-Very much so.
So, what are you saying?
That you would like
to be intimate with me?
Are you paying attention?
Okay.
You're not gonna change your mind
at the last minute, are you?
No. l'm not gonna change my mind.
But l don't know what l'm doing
and l can't believe what l just said to you.
This has to be illegal. You think?
Wait. Now, why would you say
something like that?
Boy, l'm old enough to be your--
Okay, just get it
Tell me 3 million times
how old we both are.
That way, l won't have to hear it again
for the rest of our lives.
Uh, for the rest of the week.
What makes you think
you're gonna last a week?
l was just hoping.
[SCREAMS]
l'm sorry.
l'm gonna go to the bathroom.
Excuse me.
-Gotcha!
-Whoa, whoa!
[MOANING]
All right, so, what you're telling me is,
you don't have a passion for medicine.
No. l want to be a doctor.
l do. My father is a surgeon.
l'm sorry. l'm not sure what your meaning
of ''passion'' is.
l mean
that your desire for it is that strong.
l mean you'd rather do that
more than anything else in the world.
l feel that way about you.
So are you going to med school?
...and needless to say,
my father was a bit upset at first.
Yes, but then he realized
it was your life...
...and he told you
to take all the time you needed, right?
-How did you know that?
-My mama told me the same thing.
l think it's in the parents' handbook:
Let your children go and find their way.
Yeah.
My mama always thought l'd be the one
who would make it out of the projects...
...make something of myself...
...which pretty much came
down to a lot of money.
But l had other ideas.
l wanted to make furniture.
Furniture?
But in the end, l wound up
just where she wanted me to...
...in the money markets.
Tell me more about the furniture.
STELLA:
Oh.
You don't have to act interested in that.
lf l wasn't interested,
then l wouldn't ask you.
An idea would come to me in a dream...
...and l would jump up
and run straight to the garage.
Shoot. l think
l was just about your age then.
And l would sit and l'd play
Sometimes you don't know
what your life is gonna turn out like...
...not even when you plan it.
You can't always plan everything.
You can try.
You don't make furniture anymore?
No.
Why?
l make money instead.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-You look nice.
-Thank you. You're early.
Yeah, well, l got hired at Windswept.
Yeah, man. Assistant to the head chef.
That's great.
Well, that's what you came here for.
So when do you start?
That's the thing. l start immediately.
l have a meeting with the boss
in about an hour, so l have to push off.
l am really, really sorry.
l thought l was going to spend
all day and all night with you. But....
Well, what time do you get off tonight?
l have to work tonight. And tomorrow.
And l'm on call for the rest of the week.
Someone got fired
and l got hired at the last minute, so--
Look, Winston, it's been fun.
The next time l'm in Jamaica
and playing these high-school games...
...l'll call you first.
l want to see you before you leave.
-Why?
-Because l have to.
-l get two hours' free time each evening.
-Two whole free hours? Wow.
l mean, don't strain yourself, Winston.
Let's just--
-Let's just say goodbye now.
-No.
No. l can find time to see you
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