Morris From America Page #2

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want to do today?

It is

beautiful outside.

I'm going

to the youth center.

What? For what?

Hang out with my friends.

Aw, friends?

Look at you.

Boy, you're making 'em

faster than I am.

Hanging out with friends.

Going to parties.

Slinging that

big ol' dick around.

I see how it is.

Why you gotta talk

about my dick, dad?

'Cause if that thing

gets any bigger,

I'm gonna start

charging it rent.

That's why.

For real, though, what time

you going over there?

You wanna see a movie

or something first?

I'm going right after

i finish this.

Well, sh*t, man.

What am I supposed to do?

You wanna drive me?

Morris.

Well, one of

the younger kids

found something

in the back woods

and brought it to me.

Marijuana.

So?

Is it yours?

No.

Did you give it to any

of the other kids?

Man, why don't you ask

the other kids?

Ok.

A**hole.

Hey.

Hey.

Yo, big Mac!

You have a talent?

He can rap,

freestyle sh*t.

Rapper?

Ok.

I'm not doing

that talent show.

Why?

I don't want to.

Are you scared?

Nah.

I just don't have anything

to prove to these people.

German d*ckheads.

I would like

to see you rap.

This'll be a good one.

Weg.

Are we done?

Why? You have

more important things to do?

I gotta practice.

No. There's

a talent show tomorrow.

And you're in it?

Doing what?

Hit it.

Stop.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

Yeah.

I can't do it

right now.

It's ok.

Hey, don't forget

to ask your dad

to sign these off.

Ok.

Thank you.

Uh-oh.

Ooh-ee!

See? I'm nimble with it.

Uh-huh.

Come on. What you got?

Man...

That ain't nothing.

Huh?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Mm.

Yeah!

Well, congratulations.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Um, it's not over

till the fat lady sings, ok?

And let me just show you.

Not only am I nimble,

i am quick.

I'll get it.

Rematch.

Your dancing

messed it up.

Hi, Morris.

Hello, inka.

Uh, is your dad here?

Yeah. Um...

I gave him the forms.

That's ok. Um,

I need to talk about

something else.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Is something wrong?

I was wondering if we

could talk for a second?

Uh, go hang

in your room, mo.

Good-bye.

Ja.

Oh.

Ja.

Und, um...

You read through

his book?

He was telling me

about a rap he was gonna do

at a talent show,

so I read it.

I'm sorry.

It's a--it's a part

of the curriculum

to bond with the student

and to...

Look out for warning signs

warning signs?

Warning signs

about what?

Many things, like, uh,

misogyny and--

or violence or--

does mo

seem violent to you?

No, but this should--

how 'bout this?

You worry

about mo's German,

and that's it.

I'll worry about

mo's everything else.

Ok.

Ok?

How's his German?

Its good.

Good.

I'm gonna go then.

Thank you.

Wait a sec.

If you want me

to keep signing these

so you can graduate...

I suggest...

You mind

your own business.

Ok.

What'd she want?

"F***ing all the b*tches

two at a time.

All you can take

for just 10.99."

How does that hook go?

Do it for me.

Why?

'Cause I said so.

F***ing

all the b*tches

two at a time.

All you can take

for just 10.99.

Mom's on the pipe,

and pop's on death row,

so who gives

a sh*t if I f***

all these hos?

You ever f*** b*tches

two at a time?

I'm asking.

Have you ever f***ed

b*tches two at a time?

No.

What?

No.

Why are you mad?

You curse all the time.

I ain't mad at you

for writing them rhymes

because they're explicit.

I'm mad at you

for writing those rhymes

because they're bullshit.

That's the best you got?

I was

just playing around.

Let snoop dogg

rap about f***ing b*tches

two at a time,

'cause he's

done that sh*t, ok?

You need to be rap about

what's really goin' on

with you. You feel me?

So I should

rap about getting

yelled at by you?

Nobody want

to hear that sh*t!

Oh, you think you know

what people want to hear?

Just like you think

you know what it's like

to f*** two women at once?

You don't know sh*t.

And until you know sh*t,

you need to rap about

how you don't know sh*t,

because that is garbage.

At least my sh*t

is original.

What you mean?

I listened to your tape.

That's

the real bullshit.

You heard the tape?

Yeah,

and it's just you

rapping biggie's rhymes.

What?

Why do I wanna hear

a tape of you

rapping "juicy"?

'Cause that's

a hot f***ing song.

And I probably killed

my own sh*t on side two.

Hey, we are not done!

Why do i

have to hear about you

being in a talent show

from some lady at my door?

This isn't even

for the talent show,

and it's not even

finished yet.

Well, finish it

by writing some rhymes

from your brain

and not your dick.

You're 13 f***ing years old!

Yo, mc big Mac.

Ok.

Whoo!

All right, let me

get some claps, y'all.

All right, no claps. Ok.

I'm gonna kill you,

bastian!

Hey!

Thank you.

You're finished!

Hey! Hey!

Let me go!

Let me go!

What does that mean?

Speak English!

Hey!

I like

your freestyle.

Thanks.

Mr. gangster, you want

to get out of here?

You're not doing a talent?

My talent is leaving.

Ok.

Ok.

Hell, nah.

Why do you live

in Germany?

My dad works here.

He works

for the soccer team.

He's a player?

No. He used to be a player,

but he's

on the coaching staff.

Really?

But the team

around here is not

very good, you know?

Well, I still think it pays

better than in America.

I don't know.

He played here,

so I guess he works here.

Was your mom mad

about me being over?

Probably.

I don't care.

My mom is a b*tch.

Your mom's nice?

Yeah, she's nice.

Lucky.

Hey, wanna hear

an impression?

What is an impression?

You know who Jay-Z is?

He is married

to Beyonc.

Yeah, it's ya boy.

Jay to the izzo

in the house.

Hova!

And this is like Jay-Z?

You don't know

what he sounds like?

Not really.

Damn.

That was

a badass impression, too.

You need to learn

some Jay-Z.

Here.

Give me earbuds.

No, for you.

Oh.

I like this.

Yeah?

Who was that guy you

left with the other day?

What?

The other day.

You left with someone

on a bike.

Ah, per.

He's in university.

He asked me to a party

tomorrow night.

You want to go?

It will be fun.

My friend Nadine

brings ecstasy.

You know?

We could all do it.

I don't know.

This is my stop.

Good-bye.

Ja?

Ja.

Mo!

Mo, you in here?

Got something for you.

Peace offering.

Mo, pull your--

put your pants on.

I'm coming in, man.

Huh.

I wish you were here.

Sh*t's starting

to get real.

Hallo?

Curt--ahem. Carlos.

Carlos? Mm.

America?

Do you want me

to speak English?

No, no, no.

I want you

to speak German.

Ok.

Um...

I'm not sure.

Uh, no, not really.

Ok.

I think

I'm gonna bounce.

Bounce?

Leave.

Why?

I'm not

feeling great.

I'm not ready to leave.

Well, I am.

I got a headache.

Let's dance.

Nah. Nah.

I don't want to. No.

Come on.

I don't dance.

No. No.

All right. All right.

Yes.

A few classmates

were there.

It was good.

Cool.

The best part

of the party, though,

was when these two kids

started dancing.

They were good.

They were, like,

in the middle

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