Mo' Better Blues Page #5

And you know|How l feel about basketball

That's got to be L-O-V-E

Let me call you my own|Shower me wlth your cones

Let lt raln down on me llke a monsoon

Let your love come down, flow down

Drown me ln that stuff|l want to swlm ln lt, do 20 laps

The breast stroke ls my speclalty

L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

- Hi, beautiful.|- Hey, babe.

- Peace.|- Assalamu alalkum, brother.

l said, ''l'm going to kill you.''|l was going to kill him.

l had him up right against...|Bleeky, hey.

Sit down. We've been meaning|to talk to you. Join us.

- Our meat-and-potatoes man.|- Bread and butter.

- l'm not talking corned beef.|- Prime ribs.

- You want a cigar?|- l don't want a cigar.

l don't want|any meat and potatoes, either.

l want more money. l'm not happy.|When l'm not happy, l don't play good.

When l don't play good,|the music doesn't sound good.

lf the music doesn't sound good,|nobody comes. We all lose our money.

We want you to be happy.|You're a great talent.

But you got a lot of dead weight|around your neck dragging you down.

And this so-called manager of yours,|Giant, that's a joke.

He couldn't manage a Little League team.

When you're ready for|some real management, come see us.

My first cousin, he's top shelf.

- He's short, but he's smart.|- We love the guy.

He handles only the best, first class|all the way, just like Josh and me.

- Filet mignon.|- Dom Perignon. First class.

l'm here to talk|about the great sums of money

that you two are making off my music|and the little l see in return.

You're talking about management.

Giant, your manager, negotiated|this deal, the one you agreed to.

lt's always been our business policy|to never, ever renegotiate the deal.

Look, Giant is my friend, OK?

We all need close friends.

But this is business.

l trust him, which is more|than l can say for your cousin...

Nobody can be trusted.

Everyone steals. Everyone is crooked.

You walk out with as much|of your shirt on as possible.

- You know what this sounds like?|- We like you.

- That's a good thing.|- We have a binding contract.

This is real life.|Think about what we said.

- l been thinking about it.|-Sometimes you got to expand.

To a bigger club? Dizzy's maybe?

You have one of these?

lf you break that, l'll sue your ass,|and you'll be out a lot of money.

Get the f*** out of here.|That was a joke, but l would sue you.

They got all kind of people|in this club. l ain't going to lie.

Look at that little ugly guy at the bar.|Hey, fella!

That's Bleek Gilliam's manager.

Little Mr Magoo-looking f***er there.

You think l didn't see you|back over there.

Trying to sneak in here in the coloured|section. l see you sitting at the bar.

Yeah, that poor f***er.

l first met him trying out|for the Oeltics a couple of years ago.

He got mad cos Robert Parish|was on the team.

That Larry Bird told me. He ain't|got nothing but a three-pointer.

That's all he needs.

Man walked in the doctor's office|just stuttering.

''Doc, g-g-got to help me.|My wife says she's going to leave me.''

''l-l-l'm stuttering l-l-l-like a goof.''

Doc says, ''Damn, l can barely stand|to hear you talk myself.''

''Go in the examination room|and pull off your clothes.''

''Let me see what's wrong with you.''

The doctor went in the examination room,|looks between his legs,

says, ''My God.|No wonder you can't talk.''

''All that is pulling|on your vocal cords.''

''Put some of that on the table.|Let me chop it off for you.''

The doc went whack.|He says, ''Speak.''

''Thank you, Doctor.''

''My wife is going to love me.|l sure appreciate this.''

Doc said, ''Damn, l'd appreciate it, too,|if you'd pay the bill.''

''Come back in a couple of weeks.|Let me see how you're doing.''

lndigo, does Bleek know you're here?

- No. He has no idea.|- Are you sure?

l'm just gonna make sure.

Little while.

- What you listening to, man?|- What?

- This is my brother's tape.|- Bleek.

- This stuff is sad, man.|- Oan l see you for a second?

He's playing all the instruments.

What's up?

lndigo and Olarke just walked in.

- Yeah? All right, bet.|- Remember that bet?

- What bet?|- We were in Paris.

l urged you not to buy them|the same dress.

You said it was a million-to-one shot

they wear the same dress on the same day|and see each other.

Want to bet again?|You owe me fiddy dollars. Fiddy.

Yeah. Yeah, that's er...

That's good looking-out, G-man.

That's what good managers are for.

- What are you going to do?|- Er...

- What? l'm going to handle this.|- This is a rough one.

- l got it.|- The roughest of the roughest.

- Watch me work.|- l'll be watching.

l'll watch this one.

How you doing, waitress?|She's a nun.

Won't give me none, ain't had none,

told me she didn't need none.

l'm looking for a woman. l'm horny|enough to f*** the crack of dawn.

That's right. l don't lie.

Right. There's some|good-looking women in here

and some good-looking fellas.

How you doing, sir?

l'm a trisexual.|l'll try your little ass tonight.

- You're so nasty.|- Hey, girl, what's happening?

- Hey, how you doing?|- Good. Enjoy.

- Thanks.|- OK.

My, my, my. What a pleasant surprise.

- Hi.|- Hi.

l been meaning to ask you something.

- What do you see in Bleek?|- What?

l don't know what you see in him.

He's an all right cat, but...

- What about you?|- What about me?

What about your career?

You should be upstage.

Yeah, l agree.

lf you can't get it here,|you better call your cousin.

''l didn't come.''|Well, you should've called.

l'm from Mississippi, and l love it.|l like being country. l ain't lying.

Ain't nothing like a good country lady.

Girl the other day, l was messing around|with her breast. She got hot.

She said, ''Wouldn't you like something|to go with this breast milk?''

l said, ''A good piece of cornbread|would go just fine.''

l like being from the country.

Ain't nothing wrong|with being from the country.

Not a damn thing wrong with it.

Waitress knows.

All those bad kids in her house.

Hey, baby.

What a pleasant surprise to see you|here. l didn't expect to see you.

A big surprise.

Huh?

What? How so?

You nearly pissed in your pants|when you saw me,

especially since you invited Olarke.

l didn't invite Olarke.|Anyway, Shadow invited Olarke.

You always talk about how|you don't want to come to the clubs.

l'm just surprised to see you here.

- l had a sudden change of heart.|- l'm... l'm... l'm happy.

l'm happy.

But is she happy? ls she happy?

- l'm sorry. What?|- ls she happy?

l like her dress, Bleek.

l love the way you sing.

You can really sing.

l'm starting my own band.

Yeah.

The Shadow Henderson Quartet,

featuring Miss Olarke Bentancourt.

l know you can't make|that move right now, and this is cool,

but, Olarke,|think about what l'm saying.

All Bleek cares about is Bleek.

- ls that so?|- Oh, so that is.

Just take a look around.

lt seems to me that|all Shadow cares about is Shadow.

Anything, anyone that overshadows him,|he blocks them, like me.

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