Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip Page #2
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- Year:
- 1982
- 82 min
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You ugly motherf***er?"
I don't f*** around anymore,
since I got married.
I am married.
I don't f*** around.
That's right.
When you are married...
say you don't f*** around
it you got any brains.
My wife:
"What? Did you f***...""No, I was not f***ing her.
I don't care what you think you saw.
I was not f***ing her.
or your lying eyes?
I was not f***ing her."
And my wife... My wife
has been putting up with me...
We went together six years
before the b*tch landed me.
She paid dues...
'cause I am no day at the beach.
I know I'm hard to get along with.
I know that...
'cause I might wake up
in the morning and go...
"Hey. Wake up.
What was that sh*t
you said last February?"
This is my forth, fifth, sixth marriage.
Eighth? I don't know.
that I was ever in love with.
I remember all 12 of them.
I really do.
They were wonderful.
It's just...
I've never been able to have a...
what they call sustain a relationship.
That's what it's called now.
In other words. When you stop wantin'
to be with the motherf***er, you leave.
That's what I do.
Most people hang around till the sh*t
get... makes you look ugly and sh*t...
and you be hangin' out with a b*tch
you don't want to be with.
"Yeah. This is my lady."
That gets you into feelings and sh*t.
When you get married... you have to feel.
My wife says,
"Feel. Express your feelings.
Darling, don't lock it up.
Just speak your mind."
When I was just f***in' around.
I didn't have to say sh*t but...
"Can I f***?
Good-bye.
Here's the money for a cab."
But now,
it's different when you're married.
This is about the time
I've been married...
and it's really exciting.
Because I really am trying.
I really am trying.
I'm telling you,
I'm f***in' trying, okay?
But it's hard to wake up and see
the same person all the f***in' time.
I know this works for women too.
I mean, it's the same motherf***er.
All the time.
"Thank you. Baby, but goddamn!
Not today. Goddamn it.
I don't want to f*** you anymore
tor eight months.
Let's make our sexual life interesting.
You go away for a year.
When you come back,
we will f*** like rabbits."
And my wife's always talkin' about
"express yourself."
"Darling. Express
your feelings. Emotions.
Try to talk.
Try to not be so physical.
Learn how to speak.
Try to talk.
Now. Darling, what is the problem?"
"B*tch, I'm gonna kill you."
My wife is white, and the first
two years we went together...
she thought her name was
White Honky B*tch.
She did.
She put up with the sh*t.
I learned, though. After that,
'cause I was death on her.
"White honky b*tch,
and the black man this...
and you don't know sh*t."
But I stayed with the motherf***er.
I kept staying. I grew some.
It can happen. It it happened to me.
She's wonderful
about expressing yourself.
I get mad, I can't even talk.
The madder I get,
the quieter I get.
My voice just goes down a notch,
especially...
"Well. All right.
What I'm trying to do here..."
Feelings are a hard f***ing thing
to deal with.
I don't give a f*** who you are.
It's not easy to be bullshittin'.
But when you get them feelings.
Somebody touches that sh*t inside you...
that sh*t be f***in' with you.
And women, I don't give a f***.
You all can be so cool...
about turnin' a motherf***er oft.
You love when a motherf***er
be in love with you...
'cause you can be some nasty b*tches.
"Darling. Please don't leave me.
Just give me..."
"Oh. God. Are you calling again?
God, Richard, please.
Just don't do this to yourself.
I mean, why don't you go home and bathe
or something like that.
Just don't call here anymore.
Just a minute. John."
How can women be so cool, though.
When you angry?
"Don't you tell me! I love you!
Don't you see?"
"Yes, dear. I'm going for a walk."
"A walk?
I wanna tight!"
One night. I left the house
about 137 times.
I did. I just said,
"F*** you!"
And then I'd have to come back.
Like. You forget your keys.
You ever leave and forget your keys?
"B*tch! Yeah. Motherf***er!
Yeah. Uh-huh!
Believe that sh*t!
Yeah. You'll see.
Oh, sh*t."
Then you got to go
back in the house.
Why come your old lady looks so good
after you've been away tor a while?
You ever. Like. Get your heart broke?
Men here.
You ever had your heart broke?
Women get their heart broke, they cry.
Men don't do that sh*t. Men hold
that sh*t in like it don't hurt...
walkin' around
and get hit by trucks.
"Didn't he see that truck?"
"Motherf***er.
He wouldn't have seen a 747...
'cause his heart was broken."
There's a feelin'... Gettin'
your motherfuckin' heart broke...
it's like, I don't know.
a woman breaks your f***in' heart.
That is your diploma.
It either kill you or make you fat.
I'm talkin' about that heartache
where your motherfuckin' heart be...
hurtin' and sh*t, and you be...
You can't even listen to music.
Sh*t remind you. Like
"Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer."
"That reminds me of my lady. God.
She got a nose just like Rudolph."
And you go out with other women
when you're in love...
You go out with other women.
It don't mean sh*t. Right?
You go out with other women.
And you hear their voices and go...
"What is this b*tch talkin' about?
Why don't she just shut the f*** up?
She ain't sayin' sh*t."
'Cause it's hard to reestablish
yourself with other people...
once you've been with a partner
tor a long time. Right?
Especially if you get a good woman
that you really be in love with.
Usually. It's the man that fucks up.
We f*** up. Right?
Then we can't find
them motherfuckers no more.
And when you can't find her no more,
it look like she get better.
Every time you see her.
She be beautiful...
or with some other motherf***er
that looked good.
I be going,
"I wanna kill everybody.
Everybody in the world."
That's how you end up
in the penitentiary, jack.
A lot of people in the penitentiary
killed their old ladies and sh*t...
and boyfriends and sh*t like that.
Just flip out.
"I don't give a f***.
At least I don't have
to look at them anymore."
I went to a penitentiary
with Gene Wilder...
I went to a penitentiary
with Gene Wilder...
I did a movie. Not me personally.
I went to do a film in a penitentiary.
I was up there six weeks.
Arizona State Penitentiary.
It was some...
Oh. You're applauding for that?
Arizona State Penitentiary
real popular?
It was strange because
What's strange about that is that
there are no black people in Arizona.
I'm not lying.
They bus motherfuckers in.
I was up there,
and I looked at all the brothers...
and it made my heart ache.
You know...
seeing all these beautiful
black men in the joint.
Goddamn warriors should be out there
helping the masses.
I felt that way.
I was real naive. Right?
And the six weeks I was up there,
I talked to the brothers.
I talked to them.
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