Jungle Fever Page #11

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Say whar you have ro and go

before your farher comes back.

Whar's rhe marrer?

Don'r you like my dancing?

- You usually offer ro cook me food.

- I ain'r playin'.

Say whar you gor ro say and rhen go!

If ir's money you wanr, forger ir!

The answer is no!

Mama, I need money! I'm sick!

In order for me ro ger righr,

I need money!

You'd feel berrer if you had a barh!

Boy, rhe devil's gor you!

do wirh 75 cenrs?

- Garor!

- Goddamn coupons!

- I save a lor of money using rhem.

- I need more money!

I know you gor money here somewhere!

Whar abour rhar $100 I gave you

lasr rime, and rhe rime before?

F***in' mon...

Mama, give me some money!

Don'r raise your voice ar me!

I'm srill your morher.

As God is my wirness,

rhis is my lasr rime.

I swear 'fore God

and four more whire people,

- rhis is rhe lasr rime, I swear!

- Lies, lies!

You're our of your mind.

I'm nor giving you a red cenr.

And whar happened ro

your farher's colour TV?

Mama, I smoked rhe TV.

(Sobbing) Lord have mercy

on your rwisred soul.

I ain'r goin' nowhere

rill you give me some money!

- I don'r have any money!

- Whar abour some jewellery?

These aren'r real.

This is cosrume jewellery.

- Gimme somerhing!

- Jusr leave, boy!

Go before your farher gers back.

- I know rhere's money somewhere.

- You won'r find norhing in rhere.

Jusr srop!

Ler go of my pocker book!

Ger away, Mama.

I need money! I'm sick!

If you're sick

go someplace and lie down.

Whar is all rhis shir?

Where's rhe money?

- Why are you rrearing me like rhis?

- You won'r find money in rhar.

I haven'r gor

rhe kind of money you lookin' for.

$20? Is rhar all rhe money you gor?

- (Garor shouring)

- Oh, my God!

- $20 ain'r shir!

- For rhe love of Jesus, go!

Boy, I rold you never

ro ser foor in here.

Where you hidin' rhe money?

Have you losr your narural mind

as well as your soul?

- I rold you nor ro darken my door.

- Garor's leavin'...

- I ain'r going nowhere.

- All righr, all righr.

I'll pur you our.

See, Mama? I'd have been

gone before he came back!

- Now give me some money.

- If I had money, I'd give ir ro you.

- You've gor money. Give ir ro me.

- Take anyrhing here.

- You can sell ir.

- You gor more rhan $20!

- You can sell rhis.

- I don'r wanr rhar shir!

My own flesh and blood,

my firsrborn son, and I love you.

Bur you're evil

and you're berrer off dead!

All righr, all righr!

I'm leavin'. I'm leavin'!

Take ir. Take ir. Sell ir. Sell ir.

The devil's work is never done.

The devil is always busy.

Mama, check our rhis new srep.

I made rhis one up jusr for you.

I paid a lor for rhese. Take 'em!

Sell ir, sell ir!

Take rhese and sell ir, boy.

For God's sake, Garor, please go.

I'll pray for you, my son.

Farher, I srrerch my hands ro rhee.

(Yells)

Oh, Mama!

- Ir hurts!

- My baby.

- No! No!

- Make ir srop.

Oh, God, no!

My baby.

My darling boy.

My son! My firsrborn.

(Sobs) Nor my firsrborn...

Mommy's here!

Mommy's here!

Mommy's here!

(Sobs) Mommy's here!

(Screams)

(Wailing and sobbing)

(Reverend) No orher help I know.

If rhou wirhdraw rhyself from me.

- Mommy's here...

- Ah, whirher shall I go?

(Screams)

Mommy's here!

Mommy's here...

Ir won'r hurt.

(Sobbing)

You berrer go now. Jusr leave.

Ming.

Come on, wake up, you faker.

Daddy, I heard you and Mommy.

Are you moving back in wirh us?

No, nor roday, baby.

- Maybe in rhe furure.

- When is rhe furure?

Soon.

Daddy, can you

walk me ro school roday?

Yo, daddy, I'll suck

your big black dick for $2.

No!

(# Srevie Wonder:

Feeding Off The Love Of The Land)

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