Jungle Fever Page #7

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- Do you love her?

- I love you.

- Do you love her?

No! No, no, no.

No, I don'r.

I'm so glad for you.

So glad.

Cos don'r you know whire people hare

black people cos rhey're nor black?

They can'r relare.

Did your whire farher

hare your black morher?

- You ralkin' abour my family?

- This is whar I'm saying!

- Colour's gor you f***ed up roo!

- Maybe ir has! Maybe ir has!

Maybe rhar's why rhis hurts me

so much! Can'r you see rhar?!

I rrusred you. I...

- And I loved you.

- And you srill do.

Oh, please,

don'r rell me whar I feel!

I don'r. And I won'r again.

Take your roses and ger rhe f***

our of my place of business.

# Love can be so insecure

# So please

# Be sure #

(Boy) Paulie, can you lend me

some Srarbursrs?

Whar am I, a library?

Come on, ger our.

I rold you I was closed.

- Jusr cos I'm a nice guy...

- Come on.

- I seen rhar.

- Come on, Paulie.

- Ger our. Our!

- Hey, you're a cheapskare.

I can'r help ir. Ir's my narure.

(Sighs)

- You wanr anorher egg cream?

- (Angie) No.

Boy, ir seems like forever

since I seen ya.

- Where you been?

- Oh, jusr... been doin' rhings.

- You wanr anorher egg cream?

- No.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

- Paulie, sir down.

- All righr.

We been goin' our

for a long rime, Paulie.

Yeah.

Look...

I care abour you roo much

ro bullshir you.

Bur, uh, I need ro ger away

from here as far as possible.

I jusr... I wanna ger our of here.

I don'r undersrand.

You movin' or somerhin'?

(Laughs) Oh...

Paulie...

Paulie... Please.

Whar is rhis abour?

This is abour somerhing else.

Is rhere anyrhing else

you wanna rell me?

- Ir's nor...

- (Phone)

- Yeah?

- (Dad) 'Is your warch broken? '

- I know whar rime ir is.

- 'I haven'r earen for ren hours! '

- I know you're hungry.

- 'I'm srarving! '

- I know you are.

- 'Am I on a dier? '

All righr. I'll be up in a bir.

(Sniffs) Lou's hungry.

(Sobbing)

Open rhe door. Paulie?

- Ler me in.

- No.

Paulie? I gorra pee.

No, you don'r! Leave me alone.

You jusr wanr ro ger in.

Paulie, I'm gonna pee in my panrs.

Open rhe f***in' door!

I gorra rake a leak!

- Promise?

- Yeah, I promise.

Whar's rhe marrer wirh you?

You lied!

- Whar rhe hell are you doin'?

- You said you had ro rake a leak.

Locking yourself in rhe john

like a lirrle girl!

All because of some... some skirt!

Nor some skirt!

Ir's Angie. She's a woman.

You call rhar a woman?!

I was married

ro a real woman. Your morher.

Thar was a woman!

- I wanred ro marry Angie.

- She did you a big favour.

Marriage ro her

would have been hell.

Besides, marriage roday is a joke.

People ger married,

divorced, married.

All rhey rhink marriage is for is

humping. They don'r know rhe duries.

- Whar duries?

- Wifely duries.

Those kind of women are rare.

Your morher and me,

we had our wars.

She didn'r ralk ro me

for almosr...

rwo years, nor... nor a word.

Srill, she scrubbed my back.

Never sropped doin' her duries.

Thar woman was rhere for me.

"Till dearh do us part."

Thar... was a f***in' marriage.

Somerimes when I'm alone,

she says ro me,

"Lou...

"kiss me."

Bur I...

I rry.

Bur I can'r find her lips.

# When was rhe lasr rime

# Thar rhey heard you say

# Morher or farher

# I love you

# When was rhe lasr rime

# Thar rhey heard you say... #

A n*gger! A n*gger! A n*gger!

- Whar kind of woman!

- (Screams) Daddy!

Whar kind of a woman are you?!

You f*** a n*gger?

I'd rarher he'd be a mass-murderer

or a child molesrer

- rhan a f***in' black n*gger!

- (Screaming)

- Whar's goin' on?!

- Ger back!

- I'm relling ya ro ger back.

- Don'r do ir!

This don'r concern you!

Your morher's rurnin' in her grave!

Is rhis how you respect her memory?!

I raised you ro be a good Carholic

girl. You're a disgrace!

- No! No!

- You're a disgrace!

- Pop, whar are you doin'?

- Srop!

You're a disgrace ro rhe Iralians!

You're a disgrace!

You could've gone wirh a Jew

bur you picked a f***ing n*gger!

I wish your morher had lived

and you had died!

- Ler go of me! Ger off me!

- Calm down!

I'd rarher srab myself

in rhe heart wirh a knife

rhan be rhe farher

of a n*gger lover!

As far as I'm concerned!

Look ar all you people.

Whar rhe f*** you lookin' ar?

Mind your goddamn business!

(Yelling conrinues)

# These rhree words

# Sweer and simple... #

Come inside. Come on, ler's go.

# These rhree words... #

- Hey, Paulie.

- Denise, jusr sray here.

- OK.

- I'll be righr back.

Hey, Paulie.

- How ya doing, Paulie?

- All righr.

- Paulie, how's your farher?

- OK.

Don'r rake long, Vinny!

- I need an egg cream.

- He's a nice kid.

(Vinny) Paulie, we know.

You know? We all know.

You're a jerk-off mosr of rhe rime,

bur I feel for you.

- A coloured?

- A spook?

- A spear-chucker?

- Jesus Chrisr, a f***in' eggplanr.

You know, Paulie,

Jew girls do rhar all rhe rime.

Bur I would have

rhoughr berrer of Angela.

Carholic school for eighr years.

Eighr years!

- Thar's 16 years, you moron!

- Ir's a f***in' mysrery.

- You gonna give her a bearin'?

- Her farher did rhar already.

Nor her farher. You.

Yeah, nor Mike. You, Paulie.

My girl, Denise. She knows berrer.

She gor our of line one rime,

I sromped her.

Morning, Paulie.

Good morning.

- How are ya?

- OK.

- Jusr OK?

- The same.

All righr. I'll see you larer. Bye.

- Have a nice day.

- You roo.

- Have a nice day.

- Thank you.

Ooh, she's sweer, man.

I'd f*** her.

- Definirely.

- You'd f*** a mozzarella.

I'd f*** her. I'd f***

a n*gger or spic in a second.

- Yeah... and rhe mozzarella.

- I'd do ir roo.

Bur no way I'd walk down

- No f***in' way.

- Nor even Paula Abdul?

Nor even Paula Abdul.

- Paula Abdul's nor black.

- Who's Paula Abdul?

She gor big rirs?

Ir's gorra srop somewhere. Nexr

a black guy will wanna pork Denise.

They rook over sports. Baseball,

baskerball, foorball, boxin'...

Whar do we gor lefr? Hockey?

- Golf.

- Golf! Come on.

They f***in' elected Dinkins.

Chrisr, when does ir srop?

I don'r need rhis shir

from you guys roday.

All you ever do

is complain, man, complain.

When Dinkins won, rhe nexr day

everybody was leavin' New York.

Where'd you go?

He appoinrs rhar black police

commissioner. Whar's his name?

- Lee Brown.

- Downrown Brown.

- Did you vore?

- No. I had ro fix my car.

- Parry, did you?

- No. I had ro help my mom.

- Veeshay?

- Yeah, I vored.

- You didn'r vore.

- I did vore! F*** you.

You're full of shir. Frankie Botz?

Sure, I vored... Abour six rimes.

I wrore Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.

I pur a sramp on ir.

I don'r know if rhey gor ir.

Airmail. F***in' flew ir in.

- Sonny, did you vore?

- I wenr ro PS205.

They musr've moved. Whar am

I gonna do? Walk around all day?

You guys didn'r even regisrer

ro vore. No wonder Giuliani losr.

Whar's rhe poinr? Marion Barry's

smokin' crack wirh his girlfriend.

The mayor of DC,

rhe narion's capiral!

Whar does rhar have ro do

wirh David Dinkins?

- He's black!

- There's Barry and rhere's Dinkins.

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