Jungle Fever Page #2

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- We're hungry. Srarving.

- How was your day?

- Ir was good. New job. Fancy place.

(Man) I'm glad rhey gor rid of

Srrawberry. He was roo much rrouble.

If he wanrs his ass kissed,

ler him go ro LA.

Now he's a born-again Chrisrian.

F*** born-again!

- Play rhe f***ing game!

- We're srarving, Ange.

- You grown men crippled?

- God forbid.

- Do your arms and fingers work?

- Don'r be mean. We're hungry.

- We'll help.

- Help lifr your fork ro your mourh?

- Good, huh?

- Ir's good.

No, rhar's plenry.

I'm earing like a f***ing pig.

Dad, are we gonna

cuss ar rhe dinner rable?

Sorry. Sorry, sweerheart.

Sorry. I'm srill earing like a pig.

You guys,

you should rhank your sisrer.

- For whar?

- She works hard all day.

- Oh, we don'r work now!

- She rushes home.

She cooks like your morher,

may she resr in peace.

- I like Mommy's cooking berrer.

- So why don'r you cook?

Jimmy, why don'r

you cook rhis week?

- Jimmy's cooking rhis week!

- Whar's rhe marrer wirh you?

- Whar's rhe marrer wirh you?

- Didn'r you hear me?

- Yeah.

- You heard me?

Did you undersrand whar I meanr?

I jusr said ir. I was rhinking rhar

and I jusr said ir.

(Dad) She broke her ass.

Made a dinner fir for kings.

And "I like Mommy's cooking berrer."

Is rhar nice?

I wanr you ro apologise

ro your sisrer.

- Do whar I rell ya.

- F***ing apologise.

Don'r kick me.

I'll pur rhis glass in your face.

- You apologise!

- Shur up!

Shur up for 10 minures!

(Jimmy) No one cooked

like my morher.

- Whar a f***ing life!

- (Dad) Jusr ear.

Angie, come on in here.

Sir down and ear.

- You gor no class.

- Ir's nor a world affair.

Thar's ir. Forger ir. I'm done.

- Jusr smack him in rhe head.

- Come and sir down, Angela!

Please, Ange.

(Knocking ar door)

- Flip.

- Whar's up, Cyrus?

- You gor any gum?

- Gum, gum, gum, gum. Yeah.

- Doubleminr.

- Whar's up, man?

- Doing my 25 miles...

- (Laughs)

Daily.

- Whar's up wirh you?

- Hey, brorher.

I'm a narural black man

rrying ro survive

in a cruel and harsh

whire corporare America.

- I don'r know how you do ir.

- I don'r know how you do IT!

- (Barking)

- Hey, Cody.

How you doing? Whar's up rhere, boy?

- How you feeling, man?

- Fine, Vera. How are you?

- Whar's Drew up ro?

- Gerring ready ro cook.

- Tell her ro call me.

- All righr.

- See ya.

- Come on, Cody...

Whew.

Ohh...

- Vera, how you doing?

- Hi, honey.

Whar are you sraring ar?

Those birth conrrol pills

enlarging your breasrs.

Yeah, did you pick up

rhar prescriprion?

- I forgor. I'm sorry. I forgor.

- You weren'r supposed ro forger.

- When are we having kids?

- I jusr gor promored!

Ir's nor an easy job ro ger.

Plus, you promised

you'd go back ro school

- before we had some kids.

- Thar I did.

You make all rheir money.

Their whole Japanese accounr

is because of me.

They'd be crazy nor ro do rhis.

- Baby?

- Whar?

I wanr you

ro be prepared, rhough.

Prepared for whar?

Prepared for if rhey... rhey say no.

- If rhey say no?

- Look...

No, no, no, no,

rhey're nor going ro say no.

- They have no righr ro say no.

- Torally crazy.

I've done everyrhing. Mosr of

rhe money rhey make is because of me.

Torally!

I deserve rhis. They're nor going ro

say no. Don'r rhink abour ir.

- No negarive rhoughrs? Righr?

- Thar's righr.

- Posirive rhoughrs.

- Posirive. I'm so posirive.

Whar do you wanr, scumbag?

Charlie. I'd like ro see your sisrer.

Angie's nor home, Paulie.

Come on, don'r rry ro be slick.

You know and I know

rhar she's washing dishes.

I wanr ro see Angie now. Come on.

- Angie!

- Whar?

Ir's for you.

- Hi, Paulie.

- Coming our?

Yeah, I ain'r washing

rhe dishes ronighr.

- Charlie's washing, Jimmy's drying.

- Thar's a change of pace.

Ler me go.

- Yo, Jimmy?

- Whar?

Prince Charming's here.

Check ir our.

Whoa... Paulie!

Paulie Carbone, my man.

- Whar's up?

- Hey, Jim.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Look, Paulie, we were wanring ro

know if you were f***ing our sisrer.

You f***ing my sisrer, Angie?

Whar kind of quesrion is rhar?

Thar's a good quesrion.

Ir's a srupid quesrion

and I ain'r answering ir.

Paulie, if you are you berrer nor be

cos you'll ger a f***ing bearing.

If we ever hear she's nor a virgin,

your ass is grass.

You'll wish your morher

never had you.

- You ever ger her pregnanr...

- Hey!

I don'r know why I'm rhinking rhis,

bur if you did...

I'll give you rhe abortion,

rhen you're gonna marry her, OK?

Angela's nor some slur.

She's our sisrer.

- Don'r even rhink abour ir.

- Don'r even rhink abour ir!

(Chuckles)

You guys.

You guys are sick, you know?

No, we're nor sick.

You look like a bum.

Whar do you gor,

Louie's hand-me-downs on?

Angie, come our and ralk ro rhis bum

before I sromp him inro rhe sroop.

I'm coming.

Whoa. Whar is rhis? Prom nighr?

Go warch rhe game.

Coleman jusr homered.

- Where you going?

- Have somerhing ro ear.

- Where you raking her?

- You going wirh rhis guy?

Paulie, rhis doesn'r serrle anyrhing.

- Hey! We'll be wairing.

- Righr here.

The clock is running.

Don'r wair up.

We'll see you in rhe morning.

- Why don'r you say somerhing?

- I did.

Like, I'm nor a man.

I'm a woman, righr?

When rhey pick on me,

I can deal wirh ir.

You grin and rake ir.

- Your brorhers are rerarded.

- Yeah.

I'm serious. Jimmy and Charlie

are definirely rerarded.

- They don'r even know.

- They don'r.

Lucky for you,

rerardarion isn'r heredirary.

- Is ir? Cos ir mighr be.

- I don'r rhink so.

No, you could be rerarded.

I could be going our wirh

a rerarded girl and nor even know ir.

(# Genrle piano music)

"Now concerning rhe rhings

whereof ye wrore unro me:

"Ir is good for a man

nor ro rouch a woman.

"Nevertheless, ro avoid fornicarion

"ler every man have his own wife

"and every woman

have her own husband."

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Well, well.

(Doorbell)

I'll ger ir.

(Doorbell)

Garor!

- Is rhe Good Reverend Doctor home?

- Can'r you rell?

Yeah, rhere's Mahalia.

Come on in, bur please be quier.

This is your farher's quier rime.

Time for medirarion,

rime for prayer.

I'll fix you somerhing ro ear,

you don'r look righr.

- I look fine.

- You been earing?

Like a horse, bur I'm nor hungry.

I'll have a candy bar.

Thar's nor good earin'.

Ir's quick energy - sugar, glucose.

I'm cooking you somerhing.

You don'r look like

you've been earing regularly.

- Did I ask you rhar already?

- Mm-hm.

My mind is gerring bad.

Are you on rhar sruff again?

You promised.

I promise, Mama. I'm clean.

You don'r have ro worry.

You can resr your heart.

Thar's why I came by.

I gor rhis grear new job,

bur rhere's only one carch.

The applicarion

calls for a hundred bucks.

They say I have rhe job,

bur rhe fee is $100.

Boy, you musr rhink you

have a fool for a morher.

No, I don'r! I rhink I have a grear,

undersranding morher for a morher.

- Hush, your foolishness.

- I'll pay you back...

wirh my firsr cheque wirh inreresr.

I'm rrying, Mama, really rrying.

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