School Daze Page #2

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She has a lot of girlfriends.

Rachel? No, no, no, no.

No haps, man.

What, have you been smoking crack?

- Don't you know any women?

- The ones I know I asked already.

What about the ones you don't know?

Did you ask them?

What am I gonna say?

Say...

I don't know. Tell them what they want

to hear. You know, lie your butt off, man.

Okay, okay. Better yet...

- just be yourself, Darrell, okay?

- Okay.

Come on, man. Come on. Get up. Come on.

Get up, get up.

You will be a Gamma man tomorrow.

- Think so?

- You damn skippy.

Wait a minute. You go first.

We wouldn't want Dean Big Brother

Almighty to see us together, would we?

Very funny.

- Thanks, cuz. I won't forget this.

- All right, man.

- Gamma!

- Yeah, yeah.

This man had a vision.

And that vision was passed down

to his son, Haywood.

Mission College was founded to educate

the sons and daughters of slaves...

You don't have to recite our history to me.

Now, we have been

and we'll continue to be grateful...

for the support of the Snodgrass family.

- The food is getting cold.

- All right.

Hold it. I've got something else to say.

This is a new day.

There is a feeling

that the predominantly black college...

for all intents and purposes,

has outlived its usefulness.

Over the years, it has been vital

to our elevation in this great country...

but the need no longer exists

in an integrated society.

That's absurd. It does exist.

It exists at Notre Dame...

and Yeshiva, Brandeis, at Brigham Young.

Now you tell me, what is the difference?

You want to know the difference?

I'll tell you.

The difference is that the Catholics alone

support the Notre Dames.

The Jews alone support the Yeshivas.

Mormons support the Brigham Youngs.

Who supports the black colleges?

I'll tell you who.

The federal government

and philanthropists like Snodgrass.

Harold, why won't blacks support

Spelman, Tuskegee...

Morehouse, Howard?

- We do.

- Barely!

Look, as Chairman of the Board,

I was sent here to talk with you.

Now, he does not like this divestment mess,

and I don't like it, either.

Now, you better snip it right here at the bud,

or I will.

'Cause if you don't,

you stand a good chance of losing them.

There it is.

Yeah. People like them don't like to be told

what to do with their money.

Old, old money.

Sh*t, I tell you all time after time,

do not sit here again.

Stay off my bed. Stay in your own room.

Ignorant motherfuckers, I swear, man.

Sorry about the bed, homeboy.

But check this out,

we got a question for you, man.

- What's up with your cousin Half-Pint?

- Yo, man, why is he pledging?

Yo, man, you wanna take your last breath?

I didn't think so. That's my cousin.

You leave him alone.

You don't talk about him like that.

- We understand each other?

- I'm sorry, man.

But seriously, man,

what's up with the Pint, man?

But seriously, who's going back to the

Administration building with me tonight?

Not the kid.

Man, you crazy.

We're going to the coronation.

- More butts and more titties.

- That's right, God damn it.

Hey, wait a minute.

I thought y'all was down for the cause.

- Yeah, you my brother, but God damn, man.

- That's right, God damn.

You should lighten up on that sh*t,

Malcolm, seriously.

- He's right, Nat Turner.

- Marcus Garvey.

Frederick Douglass.

Yeah.

You all can kiss my black ass twice, hear?

Preach, Jesse. Preach on.

Yo, Farrakhan, relax.

Don't be so sensitive, my man. Chill.

What about the parade? Somebody coming

to the parade with me, maybe?

Hey, I'm down, man, but not tonight.

I gots to see some butt shaking, you know.

Word up. I'm with him.

That ain't no joke, man. I can't...

What about the rest of y'all?

Tomorrow.

All right, bet. Enjoy yourselves. I'll see you

all tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m. Sharp.

That's Kool & The Gang, brother.

Later.

- Jordan, this look familiar?

- Looks like your mother.

- Yo, yo, my ball, man.

- You don't need it.

Gamma.

Anybody call me? Perry.

- How you doing?

- How are you?

- You recognise me?

- Yeah, I've seen you on line.

Aren't you number one?

Yeah, that's me.

Half-Pint, Gammite number one.

Gamma Phi Gamma.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- So it's almost that time, huh?

- Yeah, it'll be any day now.

Are you excited?

A little.

So, Half-Pint, what can I do for you?

I was wondering maybe

if we could see each other...

go out to a movie, a restaurant,

pop some Jiffy Pop popcorn together.

- You know, enjoy each other's company.

- Yeah, sure.

That'd be nice. That sounds real good.

Why don't you come by after you go over.

I'm usually in at night.

- I was thinking soon.

- How soon?

- Like now, at the Gamma House.

- Sorry.

- I can't.

- We could have fun. Big fun.

Just give me one reason why not, just one.

First of all, I don't know you from Adam.

You just pop out of thin air,

and I'm supposed to say yes?

I've always been attracted to you.

I just couldn't tell you before. I was shy.

But now that I've been pledging,

I'm a different person.

Well, I'm not attracted to you. Besides,

I don't want a physical relationship.

All you guys are dogs.

I've heard about you Gammas.

I'm not trying to dog you. Look at my face.

Can't a real Gamma man

be attracted to you, huh?

Is this some type of a joke?

Did your Big Brother send you over here?

I don't have time for children's games.

And you're so small,

I'd probably break you in two.

See? See? See? I knew it. I knew it.

That's okay.

Gamma Rays, I call to order

the 35th meeting of the Sister Order...

of Gamma Phi Gamma Fraternity,

Incorporated.

Meow.

Meow.

Kim, could you read the minutes

from the last meeting, please?

All right. We decided that Velda will

take care of the music for the fashion show.

Velda, please,

none of that hip-hop B-Boys nonsense.

- Yeah.

- I happen to like Run-D.M.C.

Nevertheless, leave it at home.

- Miriam, did you call the boutiques?

- Yes, I did.

- Did you make a list of the suppliers?

- Yes, I did.

She is such a pain in the ass.

Look. Let's not make this long, okay?

We have to get dressed.

- Now what have we decided?

- Okay. I talked to the Brothers...

and the Gammites are definitely going over

tomorrow night.

All right.

- So we should give them a party.

- Yes.

They haven't had fun for so long,

a jam will be on.

- Where, at the frat house?

- Yeah, at the Gamma House.

The brothers said it was cool,

but we have to clean up first.

- Clean up?

- Are you crazy?

Look, we have been cleaning up

after those sorry, tired, trifling...

shiftless Negroes from day one.

And I am not cleaning up. I refuse to clean.

Miriam, why are you always complaining?

This is for G-Phi-G.

- For the black and silver.

- Yet and still, I am no maid.

- And we are?

- Well, I have a question.

- Who's gonna pay for it this time?

- We're giving it, we should pay for it.

- We always pay for it.

- Common sense.

We are gonna pay for it.

Now, Dina, how much did we make

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