She's Gotta Have It Page #5

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Okay, this is a triple

letter score join. Right here.

That is not a word!

It is a word.

I challenge you. "Gonna"?

G- O-N-N-A is not a word.

"I'm gonna kick your ass. "

It's a word!

Illiterate, barbaric fool!

Look it up, look it up!

I quit, I quit!

Likewise.

You fake

Billy Dee motherf***er.

Sore losers.

Nola, there's nothing as

pitiful in life as a quitter!

No wonder

he can't find a job.

If I'd have known that all three

of you grown men were gonna...

See, I told you it's a word.

...behave like children, I would have

rather had a quiet meal by myself.

I'm going to bed. Good

night! You all make me sick!

Oh, honey, don't personalize this

just because you invited this...

Hey, what's this "Honey"

sh*t, man?... idiot.

Oh, honey, will you come back? Because

of you she left! Because of you.

Due to your temper tantrum,

you have ruined my evening.

Ruined a perfectly

good Thanksgiving.

Wait a minute,

both of you just stop.

Or you can get your coats

and take this noise outside.

Jamie, if you're staying, I'm staying.

Who are you,

Henry Kissinger?

So I guess we're gonna be

one big happy family.

I doubt it.

Mars, you dry off the table,

and you dry the dishes

and I'll wash them.

No, no, no, no,

no, that's out.

Well, do you have a

better idea? Yes, I do.

I'm washing my one fork, my one

plate, my one knife. That's it. Later.

Makes sense to me.

There goes

that home wrecker.

Home wrecker.

I know she's trying to

steal my man.

No-good, sleeping-around

stank b*tch!

You know, I don't blame Greer, I

blame her. She knew he was mine.

If Nola had loved Jamie,

it would have been different!

Love? Oh, come on, she just

fucks them and leaves them!

It's sisters like her

who are corrupting our men.

The few good ones left.

I'll be damned if

she takes Mars from me,

I'm four months pregnant!

Mmm-hmm.

The decent black

men are all taken.

The rest are in

prison or homos.

I've gone to bed alone

too much already!

I'm from Brownsville.

We don't play that sh*t!

So, what should we

do to her?

Let's set the b*tch on fire!

Your f***ing days

are over!

Miss Girl will never

steal another man again.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

It was a bad dream, sweetheart,

a nightmare, that's all.

These three girls were trying to set

me on fire, they wanted to kill me.

They were the girlfriends

of you, Mars and Greer.

But it's over now, darling,

it's all right, relax.

Okay.

I had trouble

sleeping myself.

Why?

I just have some things

on my mind, that's all.

Have we decided

on a film yet?

Oh! I forgot to tell you. I have

to help Mars look for an apartment.

An apartment?

Mmm-hmm.

What about the movie?

We were, but he called me at the

last minute, he really needs my help.

Needs your help?

Nola, Mars is supposed

to be a grown man.

Next you're gonna tell me you have

to hold his dick when he takes a piss.

Think what you want.

You know why

I couldn't sleep?

I've started to see

another woman.

Oh, don't put it off on me.

Oh, you can do what you

want but I can't, huh?

Well, how holy

do I have to be?

I've tried to understand you, Nola.

But I'm beginning to feel like a fool.

Who is she?

The dancer.

I knew it.

You don't know nothing...

Her?... and you got

no right to be upset.

I know, but I am.

So, how long have you been

seeing Miss Danskin?

Two weeks,

but I ain't like you.

I can't spread myself between

three or four different people.

Meaning?

Meaning you have

to make a decision.

What's her name?

Ava.

Now go back to sleep and

give it some serious thought.

Well, I'm so glad you found time

in your busy schedule to see me.

I've been running.

Yeah. Well, so have I.

You know, people do make time for things

that they feel are important to them.

Ever since that Thanksgiving dinner,

I've lost a lot of respect for you, Nola.

I didn't care for you telling

me that I was sick, either.

Can we just get back to the

way it was between you and I?

I've got a job in the Caribbean for

two weeks and I want you to come.

When?

Next week.

Oh, everything has been taken

care of. It won't cost you a cent.

Thinking?

Greer?

Uh-huh?

To tell you the truth, I don't know if I

could stand being alone with you for two weeks.

Well, that's

a nice thing to say!

I'm being honest.

Do you realize how many women

would jump at the invitation

I've just extended you?

I only talk to fine women.

Why are you pressing me?

Because I've got to know.

Do you have to know this second? Yes.

The answer is no.

But there's no rush.

Take a couple of days. Think

it over and then let me know.

Greer, let me explain

something to you.

That's the last time

I wanna hear that tired story

about you only talking

to fine women.

Let it rest.

No matter what

I said to her, she...

What's up?

Man, are you still talking

with them about Nola Darling?

Uh-huh.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You sure? Let me say a couple

of things to them, okay?

Go ahead.

I forgot about it.

Of all Nola's many faults,

none got me more pissed

than her not being

where she's supposed to be.

Never happened to me.

Never happened to you?

Jamie, who's telling this?

You.

So why don't you let me tell

it? The girl is not dependable.

Nola is dependable.

Dependable?

Nola's about dependable

as a ripped diaphragm.

Hey, wait. Hold it, hold

it, man. Watch your mouth!

Man, making a date with her,

it's 50-50 she shows at all.

Last year I had two tickets to the play-off

game, the Knicks against the Celtics.

I asked her if she wanted

to go. She said okay.

You know,

I waited outside the Garden

for the first goddamn two

quarters, and she never showed?

And guess what?

What?

Bernard King

scored 35 points.

Oh, I remember that game,

Bernard was pitching a b*tch!

You remember that game? Bernard

was serving the whole Celtic squad.

Even jammed in

Bird's ugly mug.

A vicious death-defying Brooklyn

Bridge high-flying 360 slam dunk.

Wait a minute, man.

The white boy is bad, and

you got to give him credit.

Larry Bird is the best

player in the NBA. The best?

He's the best in the NBA!

The best?

The best.

The best?

He's the ugliest motherf***er

in the NBA, that's what he is.

That's too bad, man.

She never made a move

like that on me.

You know how you did that?

You know how you got it over?

It's because you're taller

than me. You're taller than me.

You're six feet. I'm kind of

small, that's why Nola dogged me.

There was many a time Nola came

through on the clutch for me.

Yeah. I'm tired of talking

about Nola Darling, man.

I thought you said

enough already.

The sister was bogus.

Twenty-four seven,

365. Bogus.

Are you finished?

I'm leaving, okay?

You're leaving? Yeah,

man, I'm booking. Later.

You gonna leave

me hanging, Jamie?

Okay. Call me

sometime, okay?

Jamie, call me, right?

Yeah, man.

We'll go to a game?

Yeah, man.

You call me?

You call me?

This guy.

Sweetheart,

what are you searching for?

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