The Poker House Page #4

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You know, how come every time

somebody says "I love you"...

to somebody that

they really don't,

it's the opposite.

They're just trying to be sneaky

about somethin' else.

Seems to me people who love each

other... they don't be havin' to say it.

Like, if someone

were to say, out loud,

"Ooh, I sure love my feet,"

well, of course you love your

feet, or you'd fall down.

Cammie, honey,

don't trouble yourself.

Have some more

cherry orange juice.

No, I don't want

no more juice.

I want somebody

come get me.

Come on.

Put that up there.

All right. Whoo!

Oh! He shoots,

and... he misses.

Hey, yo, we got four, n*ggers.

We got four.

- I'm Clyde. I'm Clyde, y'all.

- Dooey always gotta be Clyde.

Who you gonna be?

Nah. Uh-uh. Give me back my ball, boy.

Forget you, n*gger.

Try and take it.

Guys, we got four.

Deon, you on my team.

Dooey and Black Tony, y'all two together.

All right.

We jackin' y'all.

Oh-ho!

Wait a minute.

What team are we?

You said you was Clyde,

so that'd make you the Knicks?

Hoo! You got munched, boy!

Forget all y'all!

Yeah, we the Knicks.

We jackin' y'all up!

Shut up, Doo-Doo.

Agnes, who you supposed to be?

I'm George Gervin,

the Ice Man, man.

All right. Cool.

I'm Dr. J.

Hold on. Y'all can't be

the Rockets and the Lakers.

It's an All-Star game.

Yeah. Man, all right. Whatever.

Let's play.

Okay. You take the ball out,

then you pass the ball to me,

I'm gonna pass it back to you.

Then I'm gonna do my stutter

step shake-and-bake move.

When I look

at you, you hit me.

Then I drive right up the middle.

A'ight.

All right. Thanks.

All right.

Check!

Ball!

Foul!

Man, why you mess up the game?

Now we can't play!

You fouled her, man.

You fouled her.

Man, that wasn't even no foul!

That was legal!

Since when is

a titty check legal?

Man, I was guarding George Gervin.

George Gervin ain't got no titties.

Well, Agnes got titties,

so that's a foul!

Man, I was goin'

for the ball.

You was goin' for Agnes.

Black Tony likes Agnes!

- Oh, yeah?

- Titty boy.

You think that's funny?

I titty-check your mama.

Y'all n*ggers fightin' for real!

Who wanna be Muhammad Ali?

Who wanna be George Foreman?

Come on! Get in there!

I'm Joe Frazier!

Joe Frazier? Ew.

Pay up, dog.

F*** that n*gger!

Ooh, man.

They got up and left!

Oh, man, see, that's...

I ain't comin' in there, man.

Where you at?

- Come on, baby.

- Give me $10.

Here, girl.

It's supposed to fit like that.

You heard what happened to La-La, right?

F*** that heifer.

Everybody in?

You know the deal.

Five card.

- Deuces low, aces high.

- One-eyed jacks wild?

Motherf***er, did I say

one-eyed jacks is wild?

Hell, no.

Damn, man. I'm just asking.

Ask that tricky-ass b*tch

of yours over there.

Maybe she know the rules. Ante up, fool.

You holdin' up the motherfuckin' game.

F*** me.

I can't win for losin'

in this motherf***er.

More for me, and I ain't mad.

I ain't mad at all.

- What it look like, man?

- Look like two ladies.

You a thievin' bastard.

Got you, man.

How it go?

- This is a man's world

- Aw, f*** you, man!

Don't nobody get three kings

in motherfuckin' five-card stud.

You know that's some bullshit.

I just did, n*gger.

My baby is a winner.

Son of a b*tch.

Come on, man.

F*** you, n*gger.

I'm a winner.

It's only a game.

On your feet, motherf***er!

Hey! Hey!

That's my friend!

You don't know him! Ow!

Got to learn to keep

your hos in check, man.

Look at your trick.

Oh! This is my song.

Come on.

Dance with me, baby.

Ooh. I see somethin'

I like.

Hey.

I'm tellin' you, man.

Yeah. Makin' me some money.

That's five dollars.

I told La-La, "Don't go in

there messin' with Darryl. "

She tellin' me

she can handle it.

She talkin' 'bout,

"I can handle it. "

Geez! Is it your life's ambition

to try to kill me?

I'm trying to help you.

Help me what?

See Jesus for real?

I'm trying to help you.

When did this sh*t start?

How old are we?

Is it bad yet?

Well, no.

It's always bad.

Don't you have band

practice or something?

No, it's Monday. We don't have

band practice on Mondays.

We don't practice today

because it is Monday.

Go over

to Kelly's house.

But it's Monday.

I already told you that.

Bee, just get out of here.

Go over to Kelly's house and don't

come back for a while, okay?

Ow! Hey, you're not

doing that right.

You gotta do it

like this.

Very clever, grasshopper.

My girl!

Hotel room, 15 minutes.

We got 50 cans of beer.

Where's my lighter?

No time ago...

or else a life,

walking in the dark I met Christ.

Jesus.

My heart flopped over

and lay still...

as he passed.

As close as I am to you,

yes, closer,

made of nothing...

except loneliness.

F***.

Where you been?

I been looking for you.

Don't start no sh*t.

I knew you was bullshittin'.

I knew it.

Okay. Let me

holler at you.

Come here, girl.

Let me tell you something.

I'm fine.

I know you're fine.

I said I wanna say something to you.

Maurice, leave that child alone.

She don't want you.

- Agnes, you got another game tonight?

- Yeah.

Little as you are, got

your picture in the paper.

Her picture in the paper?

Sure is.

- For what?

- She a famous basketball player.

She a girl.

And she a famous writer too.

- I ain't famous.

- Your picture in the paper?

Yeah. Then you famous.

What you doin' here?

I live here.

You live

in the Poker House.

I guess.

That your mama?

Go on and play basketball,

girl.

Look at you, gettin' all sentimental.

Sh*t.

You got a fine ass.

Yeah? I'm over here.

What you gonna do with me?

Hmm. I'm gonna get you

to light my fire.

Where you think

you goin'?

Fishin'.

Why you messin' with me,

little girl?

Don't you know

I'm a bad, bad man?

You know

where I'm goin'.

You ain't gotta go yet.

Yeah, I do.

I gotta

warm up the team.

I gotta go over

the plays...

and talk to the coach

about...

Don't go just yet.

It was his lips that wrecked me.

The thick skin

over sweet custard.

Like... Jell-O pudding...

left out on the table

all night.

Sweet like that.

Sweet like...

whiskey and Coke.

Sweet like...

Mooney, why you keep

following me around the damn place?

Everybody know you a hot mama,

but I ain't no jive-ass n*gger.

What is it you want, Mooney?

I want you to help me

move sh*t.

You can go places I can't go.

That's all you had to say.

You got some merchandise.

Yeah. Take half.

Tell motherfuckers where you got it from.

I get half?

Half, goddamn it.

Did I stutter?

Well, sh*t, that's all you had to say.

You been mad all night.

You been playin' me like a

bald-headed stepchild. Sh*t.

Can't I kid you?

Oh, we partners now, huh?

You don't trust me?

Hell, no.

Well, come on.

Hey, Duval. I'm busy, man.

Tell 'em to wait.

Too live.

That's what I told him.

F*** that sh*t.

Ain't no motherfuckin' police

taking me no-goddamn-where.

F***in' La-La. Ain't gonna be gettin'

no visit from my ass no time soon.

Come on, n*gger. Take me to the club.

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