Richard Pryor ...Here and Now

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Richard Pryor will

make me laugh until I cry.

- I love his humor.

- He can make anything funny.

He hits home.

After all, that's why I'm here,

'cause of the people.

It's not something that was made up

in some agent's office.

Tell the world

go out and see Richard Pryor.

The man is phenomenal.

He's the best comedian

I've ever seen.

He's the best in the north,

south, east and west.

I've never seen him in person,

but I'm gonna see him tonight.

I wanna laugh till it hurts.

He's live, always live.

They pull for me to do well.

You know, I feel it.

- I admire his courage.

- He's an artist.

- He's like being at a party.

- It's like he's telling the truth.

- I like everything about Richard Pryor.

- I don't like him. I love him.

- Hey, he's just the most, man.

- I think he's the comedian of the '80s.

What can I tell ya? He's the most

from coast to coast. Richard is.

Richard Pryor!

There's something in me

that's dying to express itself.

The changes are so immense.

It has to do with the work.

- What kind of sh*t you handing me?

- Sign it.

F*** is it? I don't know

what you handing me to sign.

What the f*** it say on there?

Champagne list? I ain't signing

for no goddamn champagne.

Here. You take this sh*t, boy,

and you stuff this up your ass.

I ain't signing it.

I'm an old man.

I know about things.

And I know I ain't

signing sh*t now.

I'm up here trying

to earn some money, boy.

I'm working hard.

For all these people, son.

You know what?

You remind me of--

You know--

Do you know Junior Shore?

You any relation toJunior?

You his nephew, ain't ya?

You see, I remember

when you was little.

You, Sarah Thompson--

Yeah, that was you.

You, Sarah Thompson,

son of Poole...

was over there in that car

in the junkyard.

You boys

had her panties down.

Didn't you? I remember you was

f***ing on each other.

I'm the one

that told you don't do it.

Remember that?

I made you leave that girl alone...

'cause she was young

and pretty too.

And she was sweet.

Breasts smelled like Carnation milk.

- What's your name, boy?

-Joe.

- What?

-Joe.

That's all?

You brought your big ass

all the way back there...

and all is your name is Joe?

Goddamn it.

''ToJoe.''

F*** it. I thought your name would be

Kunta Kinte or something.

It's a great gift

to be able to laugh.

I remember when I was 20,

I used to could f*** all day.

Quick, but all day, right?

Excuse me. Pop! Thank you.

Excuse me. Pardon me, miss.

And I'm sober.

I'm not doing drugs.

That's a damn good

accomplishment.

See, I stopped drinking. I haven't

had no drugs in five months, man.

For real. Nothin', right?

People applauding

knew me when I did drugs.

''Boy, are we glad.''

I'm ahead.

Wow!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

We want Richard!

Ladies and gentlemen...

the two most beautiful words

in the world of comedy...

Richard Pryor!

Hello.

Good evening.

How you doin'?

Welcome.

Glad you come this evening.

Why are there people

in the aisle?

Listen, these people, sh*t,

done snuck in, f***ed with your seats.

Oh, boy. What's happening?

How you doing, white person?

This man got eight drinks.

He's gonna--

Sit your ass down.

What happens--

You go out and the lights was out,

and you went out to get some sh*t.

Now you don't remember

where you were sittin'.

'Cause he see the people,

come back like this.

How's our baby?

How you doin'?

I'm happy to be here

in New Orleans. I really am.

This is a beautiful theater. What?

Well, thank you. Thank you, baby.

Going to-- You gonna

out-drunk each other?

Sho' you right.

I love you too.

I love you back. I'm waiting for--

You know, this is--

Shut the f*** up.

Sometimes people just want me

to talk nasty to 'em, right?

They get it and then

they satisfied. Sh*t.

That's right. Talk to me

like a woman. Sh*t.

No, but this theater

is something special.

What, the man taking tickets?

What'd he take?

What kind of sh*t you got

in your hand there, sister?

Oh, they just pass out

all that sh*t.

Why are all these people

coming this way and there are no seats?

Oh, there's two seats.

There. They're not taken.

Please sit down.

That's right.

Get in there, motherf***er.

Hi. Hello. Hi.

See, you sat in the right seat 'cause

when the show don't be funny...

I take my dick out and piss.

This is called the garden row.

Yeah.

No problem.

No problem.

So I-- Them's cameras

and sh*t, but you know that.

This is the sh*t we do.

This is the movies.

I came last night, man.

I had a--

You have to match the sh*t

to the lights, right?

And I came last night, man.

I had on some beautiful sh*t.

I sent it to the dude, man.

They said they gonna dye it for me.

You know, so it would fit with

the lights. Let me show you the sh*t.

This sh*t is--

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

This is what the sh*t

looked like when it came back.

Boy, I was mad

than a motherf***er,Jack.

I saw all this sh*t and I said,

''What the f*** happened to my jacket?''

And they was very diplomatic 'cause

Jim Brown brought it to me, you know...

so I couldn't jump

on that motherf***er, right?

I looked at the jacket

and said, ''Oh, that's nice,Jim.

Sh*t,just the way

I like my jackets.''

You know, the motherf***er left.

I talked about his ass too.

''Big black motherf***er.

Look what he did to my jacket.

F***ed my sh*t--

F***ed my sh*t up.''

'Cause he was sitting in there

in the room with me...

I didn't want to f*** around

'cause his whole leg was big as me.

So I say, ''Hey,Jim,

sh*t, this is hip.

I can't wait till I put

this sh*t on tonight.''

I ain't gonna wear

this motherf***er.

F*** you,jacket.

This is the set and sh*t.

This ain't real, now.

'Cause there might be

some tourists and sh*t be saying...

''Hey, there's Bourbon Street.

It look like my house.''

But they fixed this sh*t up.

In Hollywood, them motherfuckers,

boy, they're good, ain't they?

They done created an illusion.

Hey, I like the way

that did that. Sh*t.

Creative. Listen, listen. This

motherf***er would be f***ed up,Jack.

You should have this on the street

when the motherf***er leave home drunk.

You flip this sh*t out

in front of your house.

Right?

Motherf***er come back--

''Hey, baby! Sh*t! Baby?

B*tch, what's happening?''

But this is always the impression

that people get of New Orleans, right?

This Bourbon Street.

Like I said.

Like there ain't

no more of New Orleans.

If you ain't in the

French Quarter, f*** it.

But they got a whole lot

of sh*t here.

How you doin', sir?

The motherf***er walk like he dared

for somebody to be in his seat.

Look at him.

You knew wasn't nobody

gonna be in your sh*t, right?

This is a strange place though,

New Orleans...

'cause you can't tell what

no motherf***er is down here.

No, 'cause you motherfuckers

look white and be black.

So--

And then the black ones

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