Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit Page #3

- Ah.

- Oh. You look a little lost.

- Yes.

- Who isn't? What. Can't

find the music room?

- No.

Oh. It's downstairs. You take a left.

a right. A right. Another left.

All right. I'm sorry.

It's tricky.

I'll help you find it. Just follow me.

and I'll show you exactly where it is.

Come down here. I know exactly what

you mean. When I first got here...

one hall looks like another hall. One

stairwell looks like another stairwell.

Sometimes I'll find myself just stopping

dead in my tracks and going...

"Oh. Lord. Come to my rescue.

come to my aid."

- Watch your step.

- Yeah.

Well. Here we are.

It's the. Um...

music class.

Well. Thank you.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Remember. Nothing ever

is bad as it seems at first.

Fight the good fight.

- Okay.

- Cercum corda.

Oh. Wait a minute.

What? What was that?

It's Latin. It means.

"Lift up your heart."

I thought you said.

"Insert some quarters." I'm sor...

- I don't know if I'm cut out for this.

- You're jokin' me.

- The children are waiting.

- Thanks. Yeah. Ain't they?

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens

Hey, cold beans...

Oh. No. See. That's why your mama

deejays for the ice-cream truck.

- Oh. It's you!

- And collard greens, hey

- Cold beans, hey

- Thank heaven you're here.

- And collard greens, hey

- Class. This is your new teacher...

- Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

- Sister Mary Clarence. Class!

Your mama is so fat. She sat

on a rainbow and Skittles popped out.

- Class!

- Cold beans, hey

Well. Congratulations. You're the new

mayor of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

- Cold beans

- That's why your mother's so fat.

She's on both sides

of the rainbow.

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Keep the faith. Sister.

Just keep the faith.

Remember. Our Lord said.

"O be ye strong of will."

And ye better be

tough as nails too.

Yeah.

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Good morning.

I'd like to introduce myself.

Would you all put your seats

back in order. Please?

Watch my shoes.

Watch my new shoes!

I have this funny problem with my ears.

I don't like a lot of noise.

So maybe you could do it quietly?

Thank you so much.

I'd like to introduce myself. My name

is Sister Mary Clarence. And I am...

- Yo mama?

- No. Sir. Let's talk about your mama...

who's so dumb she got hit

by a parked car.

Thank you.

Let's try attendance.

I'd like to introduce myself.

I'm Tyler Chase...

and on behalf of the whole

music class as we are...

Tyler. Tyler. You got

a little something on your nose.

Yeah. Tyler. A big. Big

brown thing right around here.

"Hello. I'm Tyler Chase."

Thank you. Mr Chase.

Richard Pincham.

Wake up. Fool!

Paper or plastic?

I beg your pardon.

Are you Richard?

Yeah.

- Did you do these?

- Yeah. S-S-Sorry. Sorry.

- Let me see.

- That's why they call me Sketch.

- I do sketches. Sorry.

- These are real good.

- Thanks.

- Try to stay awake in my class. Though.

- All right.

- All right.

Wesley James.

Wesley Glen James.

Respectfully. My sister...

James is the slave name

forced upon my ancestors.

While Wesley. That's some name

my assimilationist parents came up with.

But today. In honour of all my brothers

and sisters who died in the struggle...

I wish to be called

by my true name:

Ahmal M'jomo Jamaael...

which means.

"He who is spirited."

- And long-winded.

- Yeah. A simple "present"

would've done it. Bro.

- And who are you?

- Fran-kay.

- Hey, ho, hey, ho

- Check it out. Check it out.

Hello there, miss,

and let me kick an introduction

- Flute, violin, bass guitar

and then percussion

- Man. That's white. Man.

- It seems you are a sister...

- Man. Just stop. Can't you

come up with your own thing?

Or must you continually come behind

my people and steal our expressions?

First jazz. Then rock and roll. Now rap.

What you gonna try to take next. Man?

I'm gonna take your girl

if you ain't careful.

- Keep talkin' there. Boy.

- Excuse me.

Let's leave this display of manhood

outside. Shall we? Thank you so much.

Yo. Could we hurry this up.

Some of us got things to do.

- Word up.

- You know what I'm sayin'?

Goodness.

- Are you Rita Watson?

- Yeah. That's me.

And I'm sorry I don't have any

cute stories or antidotes to tell you.

- Anecdote.

- Ahmal. Shut up. Mind your business.

Well. How 'bout we just call

you Rita Diva-with-a-'tude?

Hey. Sister. Maybe I can help you out?

Are we all here?

- Yeah!

- We're here.

Thank you. All right.

what have you been doin'?

- Is she jokin'?

- Chillin'.

All right. Let me give

you an easier question.

Where are the music books?

- Up there.

- Oh.

Maybe I should explain something

to you. Sister. See. Um. This is

what we call a bird course.

Now. The reason we call it

a bird course is because we. Uh...

fly right through it.

See. All you gotta do to pass

in this class is show up.

Hmm. So you come to class...

you do nothing

and you pass?

Oh. No. We don't

exactly do nothing.

We have a good time. Too.

Yo. Frankie.

- Yeah.

- Cold beans, hey

And collard greens

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens

Cold beans, hey

and collard greens, hey

Money? You're asking for money?

Yes! You know. It's that.

that little green stuff...

that has pictures

of dead presidents on it...

and you use it to buy things

like instruments or songbooks.

Sister Mary Clemens.

Mr Crisp. My name

is Mary Clarence.

Clarence. I think you're

confusing St Francis...

with Loyola Marymount

or the University of Notre Dame.

- There is no money here.

- Yet they manage to pay you. Crispy.

Mr Crisp is right. Frankly. We're lucky

to be open for business at all.

Well. Then I wish one of

you would tell me wha...

what it is I'm supposed

to do with these children.

Teach them to play soccer.

We don't have the balls for that.

Than JackieJackson

talkin'to Oprah Winfrey

When I kick these rhymes up

in a bundle, you turn purple

You're pulling your pants up like Urkel,

Yeah, so jump if you're with me

Yeah, so jump

if you're with me

- Yeah, who gots the flo'

Who gots the flo'

- I got the flo'! I got the flo'!

Grab the microphone and

let your funky lyrics go, yo

Here I go on the microphone

About to wreck it

You thought a female M.C.

couldn't do it but now check it

If the blues is what you choose

I'll kick it Count Basie style

But if bebop is what you rock

I'll kick the Monk or some Miles

Won't grab no phillies

My style is willing if you let me

Or if I choose to 'cause women's lib

said I don't have to

So think again before you test a sister

'Cause with my girls behind me

- We got lots of power, mister

- Hey, hey

Who gots the flo'grab the microphone

and let your funky lyrics go

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