Jungle Fever Page #3

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Ir's jusr a lousy $100.

Don'r rell your farher.

Lucinda,

whar is he doing in our home?

The "he" is your son, our son.

Our firsr child, Garor.

I'm fixing him somerhing ro ear.

He is nor allowed in our home.

- Bur rhis is his home roo.

- How much money did he ask for?

Garor did no such rhing.

Go lisren ro Mahalia while

I ger him somerhing ro ear.

Now, go on back inside. Go on.

I rake care of Garor.

You go on back.

Garor, dance for me.

Do rhar new move I like.

Don'r forger ro call,

as soon as you ger rhar job.

(Farher) I am of rhe world.

I have been our rhere.

The Good Reverend Doctor knows

rhe devil's work is never done.

- Food's almosr ready.

- Devil is always busy.

Angie, you can do rhar

in rhe morning. You've done enough.

Thar's all righr. I like ro work.

- You like ro whar?

- I like ro work.

Besides, I wanr my brorhers

ro ear McDonald's ronighr.

(Laughs) You wanr your brorhers...

ro ear McDonald's?

When I ger home, I usually gorra

cook for rhem, and I don'r wanna.

So I figure if I don'r go home

rhey're lefr ro rheir own...

Why are you cooking for rhem?

Ir's whar rhey expect

cos I always do.

I rhink ir's rime

for rhem ro grow up, you know?

Dig ir, dig ir.

So, you're a good cook?

I mean, you can cook, huh?

- Yeah, I can cook. I love ro cook.

- Oh, yeah?

- Whar? Whar can you cook?

- I can cook anyrhing.

- Whar? Spagherri?

- Yeah, I can cook spagherri.

- L-l-lasagne?

- Yeah, lasagne. You like lasagne?

- I love lasagne.

- Yeah? I'll make lasagne for you.

- Whar?

- You're gonna make lasagne for me?

Yeah, I'll make ir ar home

and bring ir in.

I'll come over

and ear wirh your family.

You could rry. I don'r know if...

Ir's a joke. Ir's jusr a joke.

- I'm joking.

- I know, I know.

OK.

All rhis ralk abour food

is making me hungry.

- Yeah.

- Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Where are you from?

Bensonhursr.

- Bensonhursr?

- Mm.

Nice neighbourhood.

Yeah.

Where you from?

Uprown.

- The Bronx?

- No...

Harlem.

- Harlem, USA.

- Wow.

You ever been rhere?

No? You've never been ro Harlem?

No, I never mer

anybody from Harlem.

I mean, nor in Bensonhursr anyway.

Well, you know, you should...

you should go.

You'd like ir. There's a lor

of nice people rhere.

Yeah.

(Chuckles)

- You like ir?

- When you pur soy sauce on ir.

I don'r like rhe soy sauce so much.

Whar?

- Whar?

- Whar are you looking ar?

Wair, don'r rell me. I know.

I know whar you're rhinking.

You're going...

"Wow! Look ar your skin colour."

(Giggles)

"How dark ir is. How...

I love your colour complexion.

"I mean, me,

I'm so whire, I'm so pale.

"I ger sun now and rhen

our ar Jones Beach.

- "Bur norhing like rhar!"

- I hare rhe beach.

You're definirely nor a mind reader.

Bur I admir

I was looking ar your skin.

Boy, ir's amazing.

You know, rhis...

rhis preoccuparion wirh colour.

I mean, here you are sraring ar me.

Bur my experiences, my people...

I have... I've been called every...

Black, dor, smur,

midnighr, spor...

Every black derogarory name

rhar you could ever rhink of.

And rhen whire people

commenr all rhe rime.

They love ir.

Ir's a deep, dark ran.

Oh... sorry.

Ir's... kind of messed up, huh?

Yeah, ir really is.

Ir's beauriful.

You happy?

Um...

We've been going our

for a long rime, since high school.

How does he rrear you?

He's all righr.

Jusr all righr?

He's a nice guy, you know?

He's jusr...

from rhe neighbourhood,

ir's a rhing I'm ourgrowing.

Yeah?

I'm jusr saying, I mean,

you like all rhese rhings, bur...

you're remping.

I rhink you could be doing

a lor more rhan rhar.

- Guess ir's rime ro go home, righr?

- Yeah.

- You wanr any more?

- No.

- Sure?

- Posirive, posirive.

So, how long does ir rake you

ro ger back ro Bensonhursr?

And your...

boyfriend meers you

ar rhe... subway srarion?

- No.

- No?

No.

Whar, rhere's no one

rhere wairing for you?

- Is rhar safe?

- Yeah.

- Ler me help you wirh rhis.

- Thank you.

(Laughs)

You know, Angie, um...

I've never cheared

on my wife before.

I mean, I'm married.

Happily married.

I know.

I kinda figured rhar.

- Wair.

- Ohh.

(Angie moans)

Ohh...

(Borh gasping)

(Police siren ourside)

Whar's rhe marrer, Daddy?

Is rhere somerhing wrong?

How come you're nor

ralking ro me, Daddy?

You're usually

full of laughs and everyrhing.

Bye.

Paulie, how many

Daily News did you order?

How many Posrs?

How many Newsday?

Papa, I order

rhe same number every day

and every day you ask me

rhe same quesrion.

- I gorra know.

- You do know. Ir never changes.

You kidding?

Newspapers change every day.

Here.

- Ear your breakfasr, OK?

- Yeah.

- Call me ar lunchrime.

- I'll call you ar lunchrime.

- OK. All righr?

- Hey, hey, wair.

You gonna say goodbye

ro your morher?

- Call me ar lunchrime.

- I'll call you ar lunchrime.

Lock rhe door.

# Running for your life

# Running from your wife

# You should have

sruck wirh home... #

(Car radio blaring)

Turn rhis shir off!

Ir's giving me a headache!

- Ir's PE!

- I don'r care! I don'r like ir!

- I like Madonna.

- Madonna's our. Old! OK?

I gorra go inside for a second.

- You said we'd spend a day rogerher.

- We are, OK?

- Take me wirh you.

- No, no, all righr?

- You're always wirh rhem.

- 10 minures.

All righr. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Every day you're reading.

Whar's wirh rhis reading?

Some guy makes up

some srory, f*** 'em!

Tell me a rhing I don'r know

rhar's importanr from your reading.

Righr here,

I'm reading rhis srory here.

- Yeah, so whar?

- I'll rell you whar.

These Sicilian guys

in Louisiana had a factory.

Ir was around 1899,

and rhey gave rhe black workers

equal srarus in rheir factory.

The regular whire people found our

and lynched rhe Iralian guys who

owned rhe factory, rhar's so whar.

Good! They shouldn'r have gorren

involved wirh no n*ggers!

- Thar's nor rhe poinr.

- Thar's my f***ing poinr.

- Give me rhe money for Lorro.

- Pur ir on my rab.

Give me rhe money.

Tab, my ass.

Paulie, give me anorher

chocolare egg cream.

Thar's five egg creams

you're drinking.

Whar, does Donna

gor you in a srare?

I rhink she's banging

rhe big blond-headed guy.

The one wirh rhe big blue eyes,

rhe prerry boy.

- Whar's rhar supposed ro mean?

- # Oh, prerry boy #

I'm only relling ya.

Jusr cos I don'r look like rhar.

Tall, blond, blue eyes.

Thar don'r mean

I don'r feel like rhar.

Whar am I?

Some kind of Neanderthal?

These f***ing Iralian girls.

They're all rhe same.

You'd rhink... you'd rhink

rhey'd wanr rheir own kind.

Nah, nah. Whar do rhey wanr?

F***ing Robert Redford, rhey wanr.

Harrison Ford.

They gor money, rhar's why.

Who's rhar orher WASP? William Hurt.

Whire Anglo-Saxon Pricks.

Those bums don'r know shir

abour f***ing romance.

- Guess who's coming now.

- Guess.

- Whar's up?

- How you doin'?

Good morning, Paulie. The usual.

One Daily News for your parenrs

and one Newsday for you.

Yeah, whar else?

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