Money Talks Page #3

---

Of course not.

And I'm bringing

somebody with me.

Who?

Old, dear friend of mine

from college.

Just kind of ran into him today.

Are you all right?

You sound funny.

I'm perfect.

I'll see you soon.

I love you.

I love you, too. Hurry up.

F*** me.

I'm gonna start the car.

I'll meet you in the courtyard.

Kiss my ass!

Find something that fits

then move your ass! We're late!

This tub wasn't clean,

you dirty- ass white boy!

You had to pick that one,

didn't you?

This your ride?

Yes, and that's my favorite

f***ing suit you're wearing.

I look good, don't I?

Don't get mad 'cause I look

better than you in your sh*t.

I should be

Ebony Man of the Month.

Is that something

to be proud of?

You wouldn't know nothin'

about that with your goofy ass.

You f*** up the suit,

and we got a problem.

We already got a problem.

Look at this sh*t!

You hustlin' son of a b*tch.

Look who's talking.

At least I've worked

for everything I have.

You worked yourself

right into some rich p*ssy.

No wonder you don't give

a damn if I'm innocent.

Your ass gonna get

married and retire.

Let's get things straight

about tonight's dinner.

You don't speak

unless spoken to.

You stay by my side.

If you try

anything f***ed up or funny...

I will kill you myself.

Just like you did

back on the docks?

I will beat your ass.

You ain't beatin' sh*t, homes.

We went to Stanford,

which is where?

How the hell I supposed to know?

It's in the Bay Area, where you

graduated with honors in '88.

And your name tonight

is Jonathan Smith.

F*** the Jonathan Smith.

I'm me.

Do not say a word about

my fiance's weight.

She's very sensitive about that.

You must have one

of them fat- assed

Taco Bell, McDonald- eatin',

big- booty- assed...

Mr. Cipriani.

How are you?

How many times I got to

tell you? Call me Dad.

- You're not getting nervous?

- Who wouldn't be?

That's true. Who's this?

This is

a very good friend of mine.

Vic Damone.

Junior.

He's Diahann Carroll's kid

and Vic Damone's kid.

So you're half and half Italian.

Hey, paisan.

Me and your father?

Forget about it. Come here.

Mamma mia!

God, your house...

Magnifico!

Molto bella!

Tutti frutti!

Where'd you learn

to talk Italian?

Did Vic talk to you in Italian

when you were a kid?

All the time.

Here she is!

It's nice of you to show up.

I'm terribly sorry.

Fiance Grace,

this is my friend Vic.

You're phat.

P- h- a- t...

Pretty, hot, and tempting.

I'm stunned by your phatness.

You're a lucky man to have

such a phat- ass fiance.

She fine.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You made it.

I thought you'd be off

covering that prison escape...

with the rest of

the low- life sensationalists.

Mother, give it a rest.

Actually, I am covering that

sort of indirectly, Mom.

How many times do

I have to tell you...

to call me Mrs. Cipriani?

Connie, this is Vic Damone Jr.

He's Jimmy's good friend.

Tell us what it was like

growing up in show biz.

Everybody's interested.

I had a lot of friends.

Junior Walker Jr.,

Sammy Davis Jr. Jr.

We hang out all the time.

And what do you do now,

Mr. Damone Jr.?

- I'm in...

- Sales.

- Retail?

- Seats.

On the stock exchange.

- Broker?

- Ticket scalper.

I can get you anything if you

let me know ahead of time.

He's a funny guy.

He's hysterical. Kills me.

How about

some nice Dom Prignon '85?

How about some Colt.45?

Would you excuse me

for one second?

I need to talk to you.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing?

I'm mingling

with the rich folks.

I'm locking your ass

in the f***ing closet...

for the rest of the weekend.

Don't even start with me.

You the one

brought me out here...

in Beverly Hills mingling

with these uppity- ass people.

I'm wanted for murder,

my life on the line...

What about my life?

I'm lookin' at your life.

Grace! What's up?

This is beautiful.

I couldn't be happier

for you and James.

It's about time

he settled down...

after all the women

he been through.

And those twins in school

wasn't his.

That was all a lie.

He had a lot of women.

He had all the women.

All the women, all the guys,

I f***ed them all.

Here we go.

I'd like to propose a toast.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Everybody!

I'm going to propose a toast!

This is Vic Damone's son.

If you don't mind.

You're James' first,

his last, his everything.

And you're the answer

to all his dreams.

You're his sun, his moon,

his guiding star.

You're kind of wonderful,

that's what you are.

He knows

there's only one of you...

Isn't that Barry White?

There's no way

he could have made two.

You're all he's living for.

Your love...

he'll keep forevermore.

You're his first...

his last...

his everything.

That was beautiful.

I do what I can do

when I can do it.

Congratulations.

You got a phone?

Thank you.

You can see

this kid is Italian.

He feels deep.

Hey, baby, what's up?

It's me.

Don't you "baby, it's me" me.

I saw your ass on the news,

talking you killed some cop.

What?

I just saw you on the news.

I didn't kill nobody!

You killed some cop!

Once again, you are in trouble!

What did you do anyway?

Don't yell at me!

Are you gonna let me talk?

Listen!

Stop watching the goddamn news!

Somebody set me up!

Where have you been

for the last 24 hours?

You better not be over

no girl's house!

I ain't over

at no goddamn girl's house!

I'm wanted! I ain't got time

to get no p*ssy!

I ain't f***in' nobody but you.

What about this guy named

Carmine called here...

saying he's gonna kill us

if you don't give him $25,000?

I don't owe him

no goddamn $25,000!

We got him.

He's calling from

a 310 area code, a 274 prefix.

What's he doing

in Beverly Hills?

Lock the doors

and don't answer the phone...

and get under the bed!

I'm on my way!

Get under the...

Somebody bothering you?

Everything's cool.

Frank Sinatra Jr.

got in trouble again.

They got it down

to a one- block radius.

He's on Roxbury

between Sunset and Lexington.

They're gonna check on it.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm leaving. I'm out.

You're out?

Who'd you call, your partner?

Partner? What the hell

you talkin' about?

I called my girl.

She's pregnant,

and she needs me, and I'm out.

That is not part of our deal!

Damn our deal!

I ain't dealin' my life away.

Why you hustling me?

Why you won't just turn me in?

What you waitin' on?

I thought so.

This is bullshit.

You got me running...

I'm helping you.

You gotta help me, too.

I need your story

live on Monday.

It's sweeps week.

F*** sweeps week!

I'm wanted for murder...

you talking about

a goddamn broom!

Get me a taxi!

What is your sweeps week thing

again?

You didn't tell me

where you're going.

You have to trust me.

I'm onto something big.

What am I

going to tell everybody?

You'll think of something.

I'll be back

first thing in the morning.

I love you.

I know.

You better not be lying to me.

What the hell

I got to lie to you for?

I happen to know

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes