She's Gotta Have It Page #3
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- Year:
- 1986
- 84 min
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This better be good.
It's going to be.
Two, three.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Hit it.
There's a girl
that I once knew
Who often had
a friend or two
She gave them time,
love wit and rhyme sublime
They would come
from far away
And often gather
there all day
To show their love
and see which one would stay
But to her it mattered not
For loyalty was not her lot
Her answer was for
not for them to know
There she goes
on her merry way
Though she's only
queen for a day
Boy and girl
often take this whirl
So you'd better mind
what you say
My advice to you, my friend,
is try to find what it's about
And then you take
into account your role
Do not take some sugar in your
mouth that may be sweet to you
But bitter in
your stomach later on
What is good for you
may not be good for me
So different stroke
for different folk
Could be a real good rule
There she goes
on her merry way
Though she's only
queen for a day
Boy and girl
often take this whirl
So you'd better mind
what you say
Now it's time to bid adieu
It's been a pleasure
knowing you
I'll see you when it's time
to meet again
This is the sweetest birthday
I've ever had. Thank you.
Where'd you get
them from?
I know the dancer.
It's beautiful.
Make a wish.
How much did you
put out for the dance?
Not much.
Jamie, I loved it, but I know
it cost you. You didn't have to.
I'd starve a week
for you any time.
Let me give you half.
Uh... No.
Are you sure?
Sweetheart,
it won't break me.
Suit yourself.
Would you get
that for me, please?
Yeah.
Give me.
Good evening.
Yo! Happy birthday,
Nola. It's me, Mars.
Thank you.
But I'm sleeping.
Sleeping?
This is your birthday, Nola.
Let me ride my bike over there.
In five minutes we can celebrate.
It is late. Come on, call me in
the morning. I'm really tired.
In the morning it won't
be your birthday, Nola.
It's not my birthday
now, if you notice. Nola.
What?
Nola?
What?
Just let me smell it.
You are ill.
Please, baby. Please, baby.
Please, baby. Baby, baby, please!
Good night.
Good night? Wait, wait
a minute. Is Jamie there?
F*** that girl.
What up?
Yo, Roxanne! What up?
I've been thinking about you.
Who was that?
Mars.
What did he want?
He wanted to come over and wish me happy
birthday, but I told him it was too late.
Too late?
Why didn't you tell him
you were with me?
What do you see in Mars?
I don't consider myself a
poet, but I do like writing.
And Nola likes poetry.
So I would write her poems
whenever she needed them.
The first one was the best.
"Remembering the first time my eyes
found you gives me a private joy
"As deliberate and provocative
as the privacy of your touch
"You see, you have me now, as you easily
had me that first warm day in spring
"Elegant and rich you seemed
"Majestic in persona,
vulnerable in form"
"I was taken
"I have since been inspired
by your needs and courage
"and made full by the
warmth of your laughter
"You have allowed and guided
me into your heart gracefully
"Timing, you say?
Yes, timing
"The eternal rhythm
of natural love"
That's the worst piece
of sh*t I ever heard!
And Nola fell for it, too.
I don't wanna badmouth the brother,
but his poetry is not the answer.
Jamie ain't got no rap.
He's like ice cream
on a summer day. Soft.
Now, if Nola
had been righteous
and correct the way
she's supposed to have been,
she would have
known true love. Mine!
Nola. Nola. Nola. Nola.
Stop, stop, Nola, stop! Stop!
Nola, are you up?
Yes, I'm up.
You awake?
I'm awake.
You up?
I'm up, Mars.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah, go on.
It's okay?
It's okay.
Yeah, okay.
Am I as good as
Jamie or Greer?
That's the dumbest question
you've ever asked me.
Dumb?
You know, I've been
thinking... Don't think.
Nola, I think I love you.
I know I do.
We are not in love.
We're in like.
You know, I warned you from the
beginning, but you wouldn't listen to me.
If anything you're in love with my
love-making. So don't mess it up.
Don't mess it up?
Squash it then, okay?
It's squashed.
It's squashed?
Yes.
Good. Later for you.
Nola.
Nola.
What?
Did I ever tell you about the
time I used to be a superhero?
No, I must have missed
that one. Missed that one?
Yeah. I'm gonna tell you anyway, okay?
Okay?
Yeah.
Okay. Don't peek.
No peeking at all.
Okay, turn around.
I used to be Panty Man.
You smell something?
Now, do Jamie or Greer
make you laugh like this? Huh?
No, they don't, but they don't put
my panties on their heads, either.
That's true.
You know, if I can make a babe
laugh, I'm over like a fat rat.
And when they
stop laughing, I book!
Uh-huh. We shall see.
Yeah? I leave.
You know, it's been a while since you
greased my scalp, you know. Hint, hint.
Go get the comb and the
oil, and I'll do it for you.
You'll do it?
Yeah.
Yeah? Okay.
When was the last time
you washed your hair?
The other day.
The other day?
It's not clean?
Mmm-mmm.
It's dirty? It's got an
awful lot of dandruff.
God.
I just washed it.
Okay.
You know, Nola?
What?
You should trust me
with your secrets.
If you can't trust Mars
Blackmon, who can you trust?
Trust you with what?
You know, your secrets. Your
stuff, like Jamie and Greer.
Not again.
You know, I don't see what you
see in those two Joe neckbones.
Have you ever taken a look
at Jamie's head?
He has a f***ing 16-piece
Chicken McNugget head.
And Greer? Look at his hair. He's got
that slicked-back sh*t! What is that?
Lower. Right here. Right here. There?
Yeah, right there.
There?
Yeah. Ah.
This is better than boning.
Oh, really?
Yeah, serious, get rid of
those two Joe neckbones.
You're finished.
Finished?
Finished.
You did the whole scalp?
The whole scalp.
You greased it?
I greased it.
Okay, thank you.
Nola.
What?
Did I ever tell you about the time
I used to dance with Alvin Ailey?
No.
I thought I did.
No! You danced with Ailey.
Yeah, I didn't tell you that? We used
to... We had this special African move.
It was like this.
Somebody come and
get this sick child.
Stop.
Stop. Stop what?
Who is that?
Who cares?
You want me to
answer it for you?
Yeah.
I got sick and tired of
feeling like a spoke in a wheel,
which is what I was.
To Nola, we were all interchangeable,
simply parts of a whole.
And it didn't matter who, just
as long as it was a warm body.
Nola had no devotion,
allegiance, or loyalty whatsoever.
When she whispered...
Jamie, they don't matter, don't
matter at all. You're the one I love.
...that was no
consolation at all.
That "You can't tell the players
from the scorecard" sh*t had to go!
When we'd be making love,
I found myself wondering
who or what other men
had been in this bed with her
besides the two I knew about,
doing things to
what I felt was mine.
I had did enough sharing to
last me for the rest of my life.
Nola hurt me to the core,
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