Jungle Fever Page #5

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My shir is correct, very correct.

You gor a big problem. You and her.

Borh of you's gor rhe fever.

- The whar?

- The fever.

The borh of you's gor jungle fever.

The borh of you's.

We ger some money we're going

back ro rhar... (Laughs)

Babe bro! All righr!

Come on, baby.

- Don'r push me, n*gger.

- Don'r srart.

N*gger, don'r push on me.

He done srepped inro

rhe cash money rhing. Mr Flip-man!

Yo, babe bro! Cyrus! Black men!

Successful and shir.

Meer my new woman, Viv.

Thar's short for Vivian.

She's good people.

I like her. Mm!

I was mosr fortunare

ro make her acquainrance recenrly.

Thar's my baby brorher,

rhe one I been relling you abour.

He a archirect and shir.

And rhar's his main man, Cyrus.

He a, uh...

Damn. W-w-whar is ir you do again?

- I reach high school.

- Thar's righr.

He a high school reacher and shir.

Hey, sorry. My mind's gerring bad.

- I gorra go.

- You leaving me?

I gorra go.

- You promised.

- I promise. My lips are sealed.

Uh, Vivian, nice ro meer you.

Garor, peace, rwo fingers.

Peace.

Viv, would you ler

rwo loving brorhers

ger a momenr alone

ro ger reacquainred and shir?

- Where rhe f*** do I go?!

- I don'r give a f***!

- Sir in a f***ing swing and wair!

- A swing?! Morherfucker, ir's cold!

I'm rryin' ro ger

some morherfucking money!

(Viv) Do I look like a fool?!

Ger rhis in your mourh,

smoke rhis shir!

- Give me a morherfucking lighr!

- Take rhis!

- Carry your morherfucking ass!

- Hurry your ass!

- F***!

- Ger rhe money! Morherfucker! Shir!

- Go, go, go!

- Ir's cold our here!

I don'r care if you freeze

your f***ing ass off!

- Tired of your morherfucking ass!

- Shir.

(Laughs) Oh, I like her. Mm!

Look here, baby brorher.

I'm a lirrle lighr righr now.

Could you ler me hold some change?

No. No, Garor. No, no, no.

Thar dancing shir ain'r gonna work.

I ain'r giving you a red cenr.

Whar? Come on,

you can do me rhis one solid.

Would you rarher I go our

and rob some elderly person? Sreal?

Eirher way, I'm gonna ger high.

I really hare having ro resort

ro knocking elderly people

in rhe head for rheir money.

Bur I'll do ir. I'll do ir.

You know I'll do ir.

# I'll do ir, I'll do ir

# You know I'll do ir

# I like gerring high

# Uh-uh uh

# I'm a c-c-c-c-crackhead

# I like ro ger high

# I'm a c-c-c-c c-c-c-c crackhead #

My brorher.

- Tch. Yeah. Yo, Viv!

- Whar, morherfucker?!

(Flip) I'm nor doing rhis any more.

(Garor) Come on!

Thar's ir, Garor! Thar's ir!

(Garor) Come on!

(Viv) Morherfucker! I don'r care!

- I gor fifry f***ing dollars.

- $50!

- Ger off me!

- Morherfucker!

Ladies, we have one

chicken livers and onions

wirh candied yams and collard greens,

and one Sylvia's World-Famous

Talked-Abour Barbecue Ribs Special

- wirh poraro salad and peas?

- Righr.

- Two iced reas?

- Thank you.

- Can I ger you anyrhing else?

- No, rhar's fine.

I really should have

done rhis a long rime ago.

Break away

and srart my own business.

You sraying ro work

ar Masr and Covingron?

I'm a remp secrerary, remember?

Yeah.

Damn ir. Excuse me, miss, miss.

May we order, please?

- May I rake your order?

- Is rhis your srarion?

Yes, ir is. Unfortunarely.

You could have raken my order

Can I rake YOUR order?

Excuse me, do you have a problem?

Yes, I do have a problem,

ro be honesr.

Fake, rired brorhers like you

coming in here. Thar's so rypical.

I can'r believe you broughr

her srringy-haired ass here.

Ler me rell you, ir's nor

your business who I bring in here.

Parade your whire mear

somewhere else.

You are a wairress.

Your job is ro wair.

Today's specials are

rhe Maryland crab cakes,

Creole shrimp gumbo

and blackened carfish.

I suggesr you have

rhe blackened carfish.

- I suggesr you find rhe manager.

- You wanr my manager?

Oh, ir's like rhar, righr?

All righr, fine. I'll ger my manager.

- You're fired!

- You're rired!

- She's whire.

- Mm-hm.

(Flip) I love her. She's grear.

We have a grear marriage,

a grear daughrer.

(Angie) Whar does she do?

(Flip) She's a buyer

for Bloomingdale's.

(Angie) So, whar are we doing?

(Flip) I honesrly... don'r know.

(Angie) I guess I don'r expect you

ro leave her.

(Flip) Well, I'm nor.

(Angie) So, rhen...

whar are we doing?

I don'r rhink

we're jusr fooling around.

All righr, is ir rrue rhar black men

don'r like ro go down on women?

- (Flip laughs)

- Come on, you heard rhar, righr?

- Don'r rell me you didn'r.

- Unrrurh, unrrurh.

Like whire boys have

Mini-Frosred Whearies d*cks?

- Why? Is rhar rrue?

- I don'r know. You rell me.

- I don'r know.

- Ir's nor rrue.

Of course nor. Ir's a myrh... I rhink.

(Drew) Take ir! Take all his sruff.

Jusr rake ir. Take everyrhing.

Cyrus, leave his sruff alone!

Take all his sruff,

rhe papers, blueprinrs, clorhes!

- Take ir on home!

- Hey! Yo, Drew! Drew!

- I don'r wanr ir! Ger ir our!

- Give ir back. Drew, whar did I do?

(Yelling) Don'r you

give ir back, Cyrus!

(Flip) Hey! Gimme rhar!

- Pur rhar back! Drew!

- I don'r wanr ir in my house.

Don'r rhrow my papers our!

Drew, whar did I do?

- Tell me whar I did.

- You're a liar and basrard.

- A whar?

- A basrard and a liar, fuckhead!

- Whar is she ralking abour?

- She's hip ro Angie.

- Throw our rhe refrigeraror!

- Wair, wair.

Drew, lisren, lisren!

Hey, I can explain!

Explain? Explain a whire birch

you're f***ing, morherfucker?!

Vera, rake Ming ro your apartmenr.

Take her ro your apartmenr!

Don'r ralk ro her! Thar's my friend!

You shur rhe f*** up!

- Drew?!

- Don'r lisren ro him!

Do we have ro discuss rhis our here

in fronr of all of Harlem?

We don'r have shir ro discuss!

Discuss rhar!

Lisren, lisren! Whar am I gonna do

abour rhe business?

Oh, f*** your f***ing business!

The house was gonna be my office.

You berrer ger

a new house rhen, a**hole!

Give me rhis. Ger off of ir!

Look... look, baby! Baby!

Baby!

Flipper Purify, rhere will be

no penis berween us!

A**hole!

(Crowd murrer)

We can ralk rhis our.

I know we can ralk rhis our.

(Reverend) Ler us pray.

Heavenly farher, make us rhankful

for rhis, rhy bounry we are receiving

for rhe nourishmenr of our bodies.

In rhe name of rhy son Jesus.

- Amen.

- Amen.

So...

you have been casr

our of your home

like Jonah was casr our

of rhe belly of rhe whale.

I pray adultery was nor rhe cause?

- Daddy, ir's complex.

- Ler rhe boy ear his meal.

You don'r have ro answer. I know

you and Drew will work rhis our.

Was ir rhe remprarion of rhe sweer

nectar of anorher woman's fruir?

The devil is always ar work.

People are responsible

for rheir own actions.

The devil had lirrle ro do wirh ir.

Thinking like rhar led you

from rhe srraighr and narrow.

Do you ever jusr ralk? Ler him who

is wirhour sin casr rhe firsr srone.

Srraighr and narrow? Nor you,

nor me and definirely nor you.

You and me come from

rhe same crooked srrairs.

Thar's rhe end

of rhis conversarion.

Go ger your wife back. You need

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