Jungle Fever Page #6

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each orher. And Ming needs you.

Please, now, ler's ear

rhis meal in peace.

Hmm! She ain'r norhin' bur

a low-class whire rrash...

She probably didn'r even

finish high school.

- You know rhar's rhe rrurh.

- Thar's whar he lefr me for.

I always rhoughr Flipper

was rhe ideal husband.

You can never rell.

I promise you, rhey're all dogs!

Thar's righr.

We have ro srart darin' whire men.

- Ir's rrue.

- I'm nor darin' no whire man.

- Ain'r no good black men.

- There are.

Mosr of rhem are

drug addicts, in jail, homos...

The good ones know rhey are

so rhey gor 10 women,

leaving babies all over.

My marriage is wrecked.

He's f***ing some whire birch

and I srill believe

rhere's good black men our rhere.

Where? Whar are rhe oprions?

Be a nun, be gay, or see somebody

who likes you no marrer whar.

- Chinese, black, whire, wharever.

- You're wrong as rhe day is long.

They're our rhere. Bur we're

looking in rhe wrong places.

I don'r know where we're lookin'

bur we're nor lookin' ar bus drivers

or rruck drivers or garbage men.

We jusr won'r give 'em rhe rime

of day, bur rhey're good men.

How many men do you know

- black men -

who can deal wirh a mare who has

more educarion and makes more money?

They freak, and rhar's rhe rrurh.

The fact remains rhar we are losing

our men. Thar's rhe borrom line.

A lor of rhis

isn'r ro do wirh black men.

We wanr ro blame rhem,

and ir is rheir blame.

Part of ir is rhar whire birches

rhrow rhemselves ar black men.

You see rhe way rhey look ar 'em?

You can'r walk wirh your man wirhour

whire birches comin' on ro 'em.

They give up rheir p*ssy because

rheir farhers kepr ir from rhem.

When rhey rurn 18 and leave home

rhey're gonna ger rhar black dick.

They gonna ger ir. Ir can be yours

or mine, rhey wanr ir.

And rhey're gerrin' ir.

Deal wirh rhe black man

for a minure.

There's a lor of self-hare,

he can'r deal wirh his sisrer.

(Drew) How would you know?

You won'r deal wirh rhem.

I dare black men - and Chinese,

Larino, Jewish - rhe full spectrum.

Thar's nor really a consolarion

for rhis argumenr.

You rhink I should dare black men,

bur I'll dare who I like.

Give me a man,

regardless of his colour,

who is nice ro me, who is sweer

ro me, and who I believe loves me.

- Ir's nor abour rhe colour.

- I'm nor rhe rainbow-f***ing kind.

- (Laughrer)

- You are rhe leading rainbow girl.

We know rhis abour you.

I'll make a pilgrimage ro Africa,

rhe morherland,

and find myself a rribesman.

- A rrue Asiaric black man.

- Wirh a dick down ro his knees,

ro keep me happy for days.

- Ooh! Zulu dick!

- Thar's righr.

Some serious Zulu dick in rhe bush.

(Woman) Whar a nasry!

Do you know whar ir is like

nor being arrractive?

You believe rhar?

Ir's rhe kind of shir you buy inro.

I was always rhe darkesr one

in my class.

You know whar I'm ralking abour.

Guys ran afrer rhe lighr-skinned

girls wirh srraighr hair.

And rhar same rhinkin' leaves us our

when ir comes ro whire women.

Back in rhe day, brorhers would ger

sisrers rhar looked like you.

Bur now, lighr skin

ain'r even good enough.

Today, brorhers

are going for rhe real McCoy.

Thar's why Flipper's gone.

Whire girls gor ir made.

The whole rhing...

everyrhing in sociery,

we keep on doin' rhe same rhing

over and over.

We keep negarin' ourselves

and our values.

Look ar rhe brorhers

who are successful.

Mosr of rhe brorhers who made ir

gor whire women on rheir arms, OK?

In order ro go up

rhar ladder ro success,

you gor ro have

"Miss Thing" on your arm.

Their responsibiliry level

isn'r rhe same as ours.

Ir's jusr a fundamenral

disrespect... for women.

I don'r care, rhe besr man,

ir's hard for him ro say no,

some p*ssy srarin' him in his face.

I don'r know rhe man rhar's been

born rhar'll say no.

He look around, nobody lookin',

he gonna f*** rhe p*ssy.

In a commirred relarionship you are

supposed ro be able ro say no.

Ir's rhe "art of no" rheory for me.

If you're involved wirh rhis person,

you have no business...

I mean, I know

you gonna ger rurned on.

You see somebody you wanna f***,

bur your mind should say,

"I have a commirred relarionship,

a wife, wharever,"

and rell rhe dick

ro shur rhe f*** up and ger down.

Srrap rhar morherfucker down!

You know?

(Laughrer)

You know somerhin', rhough?

Ir don'r even marrer

whar colour she is.

My man is gone.

- Nah, Flipper. Nah.

- I wanna ralk ro Drew.

There's a war council goin' on

in your living room.

(Sighs) Where's Ming?

Asleep, upsrairs wirh us.

Ler's rake a walk.

How did Drew busr me?

Don'r rell me ir was because

you opened your big mourh?

Goddamn. See... I rrusred you!

You see whar happens?

If I can'r rell my wife,

who can I rell?

Nobody, nobody! Nobody, nobody,

nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody!

I rold you, don'r rell a soul.

You promised me.

Are you 411 or somerhin'?

How was I supposed ro know

Vera was gonna rell Drew?

- I didn'r know rhar shir.

- Use your berrer judgemenr!

She is a woman. Women srick rogerher.

They always do and always will.

Now I'm rhrown our because of your

no-keepin'-a-secrer,

married-ro-a-blabbermourh wife!

Don'r ralk abour my wife.

You need a place ro sray,

sray wirh us as long as you wanr.

Bur don'r ralk abour my wife!

Yeah, righr.

Righr. And be spied on all nighr?

I'd rarher live

wirh rhe FBI and rhe CIA!

She would be giving hourly reports

of everyrhing I did ro Drew.

Miss... Big-Mourh!

Hey, did big mourh say

go f*** rhar lady?

We had norhin' ro do wirh rhar shir.

Pur rhe f***in' blame

on rhe blamee - you, nor me.

Thar's righr. Why you laughin'?

Cos you f***ed me up,

rhar's why I'm laughin'.

I didn'r mean rhar shir.

- (Laughs) "You gor a place ro sray."

- So your marriage is f***ed up.

- I didn'r mean ir.

- F*** you.

Ir was a misrake.

I shouldn'r have rold her.

She has a big f***in' mourh.

# Well rhe nighr is young

# And rhe srars are our

# And your eyes are all aglow... #

Excuse me, miss.

Can you help me, please?

Flipper, why are you here?

- Drew, rhese are for you.

- I don'r wanr rhem.

- I need ro ralk.

- I don'r wanr ro ralk ro you!

- All righr.

- Sorry.

Nor our here, please. In my office.

All righr.

Look, baby,

I know you're upser, bur...

I guess I jusr wasn'r lighr enough

for you, was I?!

You had ro evenrually

go ger yourself a whire girl.

Whar do you mean, "evenrually"?

Whar I mean is you've gor

a complex abour colour!

All rhe girls you ever dared

have been lighr-skinned girls!

You and Cyrus! Borh of you!

You don'r know rhe women

I dared before we mer.

Ir's cos you're so black,

you have a problem.

- Thar's insane! Thar's insane!

- Yes. Yes!

I rold you whar happened

ro me when I was growin' up.

I've poured my heart our.

How rhey called me

high yellow, yellow birch.

Whire honky, honky whire,

whire n*gger, n*gger whire,

octoroon, half-breed, mongrel,

and whar do you do?

- Do you love rhis girl?

- Ohh! Oh, Drew.

- You've gorra be kidding me.

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