Mo' Better Blues Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 130 min
- 1,799 Views
The full menu. How much?
500 on each game.
You're grown up. You're a big boy.
- That's what they say.|- l swear on my mother...
No mas. No more. No mas.
Roberto Duran.
Roberto, si.|Giant, no mas. No more. No mas.
l talked to Moe and Josh.|We're going to get our money.
- l'm working hard.|- Stay on top of that.
Look, why don't you|run this to Shadow's crib?
lt's a serious piece. l borrowed it.
He'll get it.
lt's about time.
Bleek borrowed this a year ago.|This is a rare, out-of-print Bird.
Just stand there, brother. Better not|be no scratches on here, either.
Lucky.
Tell your b*tch don't ask for nothing|if it takes a year to return it.
l don't want to hear that b*tch stuff.
Look, l'm a delivery man.|Any static, take it up with Bleek.
l'm spacing.
No, no, no, hold on.
- Er... l need your help.|- How long is it going to take?
Hey, no time.
- Should l change the sheets?|- They need changing.
No, see,|l was blending this honey in here.
So l don't want my lady to catch me.
- You smell perfume, man?|- Shadow, you've lost your mind.
No, do you smell perfume?
No.
Smell the sheets, man!
Smells all right to me.
l don't know why|l'm asking you anyway, man.
She has a highly developed|sense of smell.
She could sniff me out five miles away.
l think she must be|part canine and sh*t.
Yo, you know what?|She counts my rubbers, man.
- No.|- Yes.
The woman was an accountant major|in school.
So she takes an accurate account|of my jimmys.
Now l got to go buy a whole nother box|so she won't bust me again.
One time l rid around the city, man,
and l searched for a box|of 12 dozen blue Trojans, ribbed,
with the receptacle end, lubricated|with the garden-fresh scent.
Daggone girl knows everything.
Why bother?
Why bother?
Well, l like her, number one.
Number two... |she's a mother in bed.
- Mm-hm.|- Number three, the rest don't matter.
Three good reasons.
Roll over.
- Yes, baby.|- No, the other way.
Yes,... baby.
- Ow! Baby.|- That was a good one.
- Damn, that hurt.|- Be still.
All right. Be careful.
- How are your singing lessons?|- Good. l think l'm ready.
You think you're ready?
Ready to accompany the band|for a song at the Dog.
You think l'm not ready?
Wait, look, baby, erm...
just cos we're seeing each other|it's nothing to do with the music.
Now, l think that...
l think you got potential,|but it takes years, not months.
- Thanks for nothing.|- l'm not trying to be cruel.
lf we were married,|l'd say the same thing.
- Look...|- Ow!
l'm not asking you|or anybody else for any handouts.
Everybody needs a break.|l thought you might be the person.
Shoot me, l was wrong.|Pop your own bumps.
You know, a lot of people|say l'm a good singer.
Good. Go sing with them.
Forget you. l believe in myself.
You're supposed to believe in yourself.
- Shadow says l can sing.|- Oh, ''Shadow says l can sing.''
What else does Shadow say?
A-minor seventh.
A-minor seventh. That'll work.
Seventh.
B13# eleven.
No, that's not right.
- Does it tickle?|- Yeah.
- That's not right.|- Let me leave the artist at work alone.
The muse is visiting him.|Bleek is truly inspired.
Then he will share|his new, latest gift to the world.
Hallelujah.
Please, ladies and gentlemen,|boys and girls,
this is something|that came in last night.
- Shadow. Bottom.|- l had my hand on the panties.
On the panties.
Drums, drums. Jones.
''Pop, Top 40, R&B,|Urban Oontemporary,
Easy Listening, Funk Love.''
Damn, you for real?
This sh*t is out.
Now, hold up.|Let's talk about the money.
What about the money, Shadow?
What about the money?!
- We want more.|- You're the spokesperson for everyone?
Yeah.
Even for Left Hand, who's late again?
Look, the point of the matter is we've|been packing them in at the Dog, right?
Moe, Josh and Bleek|have been bringing in cash dollars.
- Where's our raise?|- You promised.
lt's long overdue.
- l'm talking to them.|- He's working on it.
hahaha!
Yeah, well,|maybe we need new management,
somebody who can get|the terms we want.
You need to get your ears cleaned.
You don't understand.|This is my band.
Read the marquee. lt says the Bleek,|two ''E''s, one ''K'', Quintet.
When you're running things,|you can do whatever you want.
lt won't be long from now.
lt won't be long, but until|that magical, mystical day happens,
you do what the hell l say.
The midget should go, Bleek.
Fine. You manage then.
That's not my job. You're supposed to be|taking care of me.
l'm the artist, midget rat bastard.
What does size have to do with it?
A lot.
You keep coming up short.
- Don't shove me.|- Keep coming up short.
Sorry l'm late.
One more time, you're about 2.2 seconds|from the unemployment line.
l'm sorry. l won't be late again.
A lot of piano players|want your gig, a lot.
Sorry. New tune.
lt's a nice title.
All right, let's walk through this.
Ladies and gentlemen,|boys and girls,
as l travel through this great big|country of ours, this US of A,
and being on the road as much as l do,|l listen to a lot of radio stations.
lt's amazing how many KlSS|or V103 stations there are.
Jesus Ohrist, did people|run out of call letters, or what?
Come on.
Anyway, most of the stuff|on the radio is so sad. lt's a drag.
One of the reasons could be|because every song is about...
Oh, you guessed it, huh? Love.
Love.
Love.
L-O-V-E.
What the world needs now...
is not another love song.
Now, dig. Oheck this out.
The love that's professed in these songs|is shaky anyway.
lt's a lustful, selfish,|end-of-the-world love.
And the lyrics...
Have you tried to listen to the lyrics?
You heard them all before.
My love ls hlgher|Flre and deslre
Let's stay together forever
Desplte all types of weather
Even a hurrlcane
ln fact,|l'd spend a wlnter ln Chl town
And you know that's cold
Aln't no mountaln hlgh enough|Aln't no rlver wlde enough
To keep me from gettln'|to your good stuff
You know lt's rough
Racist?
Giant's not a racist.
Giant ain't no racist.
What a dope|llke soap on a rope
l went for the okey doke|You know thls ls true
He blew L-O-V-E, try S-E-X
l'll be a happy chappy|Also nappy
l get the shlvers down to my llvers
Other guys just feed you lines,|but l take you to Mickey D's.
Baby, l'm on my knees|Please, baby, please
But thls aln't that song|lt's gettln'long
My nature ls rlsln' to the horlzon
lt's strong as an ox|Llke a Clorox box
You're a bad mama jama
But you already know that|Just polnt me ln the rlght dlrectlon
Only you glve me|that serlous connectlon
Get out of my dreams
Hey, midget. Petey's on the phone.
Thanks.
- l know. l know. l know.
l can read. l went to school.
lt came as a surprlse|You opened my eyes
Why? Because l love you
Let me spend|the rest of my llfe wlth you, tonlght
lf you don't, l'll just roll up|lnto a ball and just dle
- l know how you feel.|- Won't wash, won't eat
Won't even go to work|lf you don't love me do
l'll even glve up|my four season tlckets
To the New York Knlcks, courtslde
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Mo' Better Blues" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 22 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/mo'_better_blues_13901>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In