Julien Donkey-Boy Page #3
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- Year:
- 1999
- 94 min
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Don't you move!
Don't you move!
Sit down have a cup of tea.
I'm only joking.
Come on in.
Meet my friends.
Hey, this is Julien.
King Julien.
Hey, Julien.
How are you doing, King Julien?
Hey, my good friend,
how are ya doing?
This is Adolf.
Adolf.
He ate my mother's titties,
but hey, he's a friend.
He's a friend.
He's a good friend of the family.
He ate my mother's titties.
Come in.
Come in, Adolf.
Julien?
King Julien?
Yes, sir.
What is it you want
with me?
I want you to make this man
a guest in your own home,
and make him feel
like he can use a place--
and don't feed him to Mommy.
Don't feed him to grandmother.
Don't feed him to Joyce.
Okay. I promise.
Okay.
So, Adolf,
sit down.
Now, one of the things
we want to get clear in here
is, at which point did you
come into the Bible,
and at which point
did you leave?
Because in the New Testament,
it says
that you came into the Bible
and met with some of the disciples
at just before
the Feast of Steven.
And it stated that you--
you took--
you turned your left cheek to one
of the disciples and said,
"Never hit me
on my left side,
because if you hit me
on my left side, it hurts."
Anyway, that's all
I wanted to ask.
Anyway, while I make
your acquaintance,
I'd just like to point out
a few things.
When you want
to come in this house,
you've got to--
you've got to--
you've got to stay with me
at all times,
in my family,
because they don't know
that I consort with known Nazis.
That's all.
It's my only condition,
so be at peace.
Another hard day
in the jungle.
Another hard day at the zoo.
Another hard day
at the jungle.
Another hard day at the zoo.
Punky.
Punky. Come on.
Come on, hurry up.
Come on, angel.
Come on.
Go down.
Go down. Go down.
You don't come?
Okay, bye bye.
Come on.
Come on. Here.
Come on, Punky.
Here!
Punky! Punky!
Okay, bye bye.
Come on!
Come on.
Come on this time.
Come on. Hurry up.
Come on.
Come on!
Right away!
Stupid f***ing trash can.
I'll f***ing--
Number one-- I don't want all
this plastic in my garden.
Do you feel like a winner?
Plastic, plastic, plastic.
I was just playing.
Yeah, but that's not
an opponent.
You've got to be tougher.
Real tough.
You've got to out-gut them,
out-tough them,
outwrestle them.
Outplastic them.
You should be a winner.
There's no winner
around in the house.
I am a winner.
I am a winner!
Here is the subject
of the essay.
Make sure you've marked...
Dance for me!
Yeah!
Oh, I love that!
Oh, yeah!
Well, see, I've got a problem,
Anthony, in my left eye.
I don't even know what you call
the vision in the left eye.
It's not shadows,
it's not anything.
It's just like--
imagine looking through...
a futon plastic bag.
That's how my sight is.
It's really weird.
But I thank God
that I'm healthy--
I can walk--
I pray at night.
Do you ever think,
why God did that?
Why God let it happen?
No.
But there's no reason why
He can't fix it.
No.
The future has a lot of things
in store for us,
for these young
blind people.
God gave me
the intelligence.
My parents-- my grandparents
on both sides are ministers,
and we always argue
about God,
because I don't really believe
in church at all.
I don't--
I don't necessarily believe
that anybody can tell you
how to relate to God.
Nobody can tell you.
It's all up to you.
- He tells you.
- Yeah, that's right.
He tells you.
All he says is,
"Live just, live right,
follow these commandments
and you'll be--"
"Live honestly,"
He says. "Be honest.
Be honest about
who you are."
I say,
when I talk to him,
I've got to thank him
for the day,
'cause I live day by day.
Jesus said in the Bible...
"Cursed be he
who obstructs
a blind man's path--
who puts an obstacle
in the path of a blind man."
"Cursed be he who puts an obstacle
in the path of a blind man,
and cursed is he
who sleeps with his sister."
"Cursed be he who sleeps
with his sister."
You know what you were saying
about the commandments?
No, but,
he also says that,
"Present yourself honestly--"
"Present yourself honestly
about who you are,
because if you don't, I'm gonna
make things really bad for you."
"Once upon a time,
there was a young man..."
Yeah.
"For your mind.
Dedicated."
"Victor's a nice man.
Yeah."
"Go, Victor.
Go, Julien."
- "Go, James..."
- Yeah.
"I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama,
way down south."
"You know, I'm a black albino,
straight from Alabama
way down south."
"Then you know
that I'm a black albino,
straight from Alabama.
Yeah."
"Check it out.
Well, salutations from Polk,
it's the up above.
There's no mistaking about the name,
- because it couldn't be..."
- Yeah!
All right! All right!
"...black albino,
straight from Alabama..."
- Go, James!
- "...way down south.
Then you know
that I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama,
way down south.
Then you know
that I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama,
way down south.
Then you know
that I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama.
You've got to be smooth.
Oh-- smooth!
What does it mean?
I feel just like the E.F. Hutton
of the hip-hop scene.
I can kick a rhyme
other MCs might miss,
and it goes a little something
like this--
Hit it-- a long time ago,
I couldn't even flow,
you know? I had an Afro,
and I rapped slow.
But I took a look
inside a book,
to find my nook in society.
I'm tired of my piety.
The plan, understand,
on the rap stand, and dish out
my own brand of justice,
'cause it seems
that when I bust this,
people gather 'round
and say, "Aw nuts!"
This Polky bust rhymes
the public never heard before.
The suckers bag the mike
and start heading for the door.
...then you know
it's a black albino
straight from Alabama,
way down south.
Then you know
that I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama,
way down south..."
Go, Franklin!
Yeah!
Back in the 50s, they had this
world championship
of talking birds.
And they sent all these parrots
and beals--
it's a starling type of bird
from Borneo--
and boy, do they speak well.
But the championship back then
was won by a parakeet,
a little parakeet.
"Birds are smart,
but they can not speak."
and that really made him
Boy, was that bird good.
You can still buy a record which
repeats and repeats his sentence,
"Birds are smart,
but they cannot speak."
and you can teach your own bird.
Maybe even dogs
are gonna talk one day.
When we were kids arriving
at the breakfast table,
we had to say a poem
and it went like this...
"...Schlup, schlup, schlup,
milch ist gut..."
Then we were allowed to have
our cereal
and coffee and whatever
there was.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me...
He loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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