The Toy

[JEFFREY OSBORNE'S

"I JUST WANT TO BE

YOUR FRIEND" PLAYING]

So you've done the things

You thought you wanted to do

But they never fill that space

Inside of you

What you need is someone

Who will understand

Oh, can't you see

I'm holding out my hand

Oh, I just wanna be your friend

Just wanna be your friend

You know

Sometimes I'm lost and lonely too

Oh, I just wanna be your friend

Just wanna be your friend

Ive been searching

For a friend like you

So it's hard to be

The one you like to be

There are times

When you just need some company

When that situation's

Getting out of hand

You can reach for me

You know I'll understand

Oh, I just wanna be your friend

Just wanna be your friend

You know

Sometimes I'm lost and lonely too

Oh, I just wanna be your friend

Just wanna be your friend

I've been searchin'

For a friend like you

Everybody needs someone

It'll always be that way

There's one thing more

That I would like to say

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

MAN 1:

Just to show you that

my heart's in the right place,

I'll give you a ticket

for some mouthwash,

because you got halitosis.

MAN 2:

Hey, that's my beer!

MAN 1:

I'm gonna raise you

a dollar in food stamps.

Hey, everybody.

There's a job at Haley's Car Wash.

Forget about it.

You're not gonna get it.

I'd like to call the hurry-up squad.

I've got a good hand.

What is this, a dog thing?

Nobody wants...

Who the hell put that in?

There's a lot.

I got two dogs.

Bring them down.

We'll barbecue them.

MEN:
Ha, ha, ha.

I'll do that. You can eat them.

You're lucky you didn't say

you had a kitty.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Put some Alpo coupons in.

That's some good food.

Pure horse meat.

Does not shrivel in the skillet.

You can spread it on bread.

Are we gonna play?

What have you got?

I got a straight.

I almost got a straight.

MAN 3:
Let's see your straight.

I got a pair of sevens. Ha-ha.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

MAN 4:

I got a pair of nines.

[GROUP CHATTERING]

MAN 5:

There are five, six puppies.

How you doing, baby?

Hi, baby.

Can I take something?

Take this.

What can I get?

You can get lost, Clifford.

I like that. Get lost.

Check this out, baby.

Jack.

How about one-on-one, little man?

It's all right with me, big man.

Get a feel of the ball.

Bounce it.

ANGELA:
Jack.

CLIFFORD:
Let me have it.

Come on. Can't you play the game?

Uh-huh.

Are you gonna do that every time?

Jack.

Jack, your Army buddy

came to my office today.

It was very embarrassing.

He's gonna auction off the house.

What?

He's gonna auction off the house.

No, they can't.

My parents gave me this house.

They gave you

the mortgage.

You know it's my house.

But we haven't paid in six months.

I haven't finished the book.

When I do, the publisher

will give me money.

Would you stop about the book?

Angela, you know I'm a writer.

Yes, darling. You are a writer.

A very good writer.

I am a writer, right?

He's a writer.

JACK:

Hey, everybody, ain't I a writer?

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

JACK:

Stanley!

Back, two, three, four.

Stanley!

Register at the desk

if you want to take the class.

I want to see my friend

before he goes to work.

Jack, get out of here.

Why are you upsetting Angela,

telling her you're selling my house?

You're not gonna sell it, right?

Hey!

The house belongs to the bank

unless you come up

with a quick 10 grand.

I'll try to stop them,

but I can't do anything

if you don't have a job.

So get a job

and get out, Jack.

I have a job.

Writing a book is a job.

Writing a book

is a cop-out, Jack.

Now get a job.

A paying job will convince

them of your sincerity

and your earnest intentions.

Ticklish!

Ha-ha-ha.

Now if you get a job... Ha-ha.

Don't touch me, Jack.

Don't. Physical contact.

We'll lose our license.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Get out of here, will you? Ha-ha.

You're disrupting the class.

Just get out! Get out! Get out!

ALL [CHANTING]:

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Get a job! Get a job! Get a job!

[]

[CHATTERING]

Hey, brother. Where you going?

Where you going?

Clifford, I'm here for a job.

What do you think we're in line for?

The bus.

No, no. The job.

I'll tell you what to do.

All you waiting on the job?

Yeah. Get your bicycle.

Okay? As you go,

back of the line.

If you can't find it,

come back to the front again.

Ha-ha-ha. Watch the cars.

[TRAIN BELL RINGING]

MAN:

Hey! Hey, hey, buddy!

Watch out!

[TRAIN HORN BLARING]

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

Hi.

Hi.

WOMAN:

Oh, my God!

He's gonna hit that man!

[TIRES SQUEAL]

MAN:

Get off my face.

[CAR TIRES SQUEALING,

THEN CRASHING]

JACK:

Come on, Shorty. Come on.

Watch yourself. Come on.

There you go. Good boy.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

DRIVER:

Hey! What, you crazy idiot!

[]

JACK:

Huh? Let's see. Yeah.

No. Instruments? No.

Cleaning lady? Cleaning lady?

Hmm.

[TRILLS]

[GRUNTING]

Away! Halt.

Hey, pops.

What do you need?

Want to keep an eye

on this for me?

[]

[MAN WHISTLES]

[FANCY HUMMING]

[HUMMING]

Hi, foxy lady.

I do thank you so very much.

Hey, a quarter.

I'm gonna buy a car with this.

I have a job for you. You mind?

Not at all.

Hold those while I get in. Bless your

heart. Good luck to you. Thank you.

Not for you.

It's a free country.

That's Fancy Bates.

His daughter?

Wife numero three.

You think she's ready?

Ready for what?

Black experience.

[CHUCKLES]

You ready?

[LAUGHS]

Take it easy, Fancy.

WOMAN:

Miss Jackie Brown.

Is there no Miss Jackie Brown?

Huh? That's me.

Miss Jackie Brown.

I got it.

Not you. We need a part-time woman.

I can be a part-time woman.

I'm a part-time woman.

Jackie Brown.

Heh, heh, heh.

Man, no jive. This is...

That's good. That's very good.

You're what we call "overqualified."

Mr. Brown, we're looking for a woman

to do a little part-time cleaning,

and you're a journalist.

Go see the people

in Mr. Bates' newspaper.

The Bugle.

They're not hiring any blacks.

Is this a protest?

You're not starting a sit-in, are you?

I just want a job.

Oh, here's your phi Beta. I'm sorry.

I can do anything a woman can do.

Almost.

No. Answer's no.

No now. No tomorrow.

No next week.

No next month. No next year.

You know what I like about

this outfit, Mr. Morehouse?

Its open-mindedness.

I think you're trouble.

Mr. Bates doesn't want any trouble.

Thank you for coming. My secretary

will give you a parking validation.

No trouble. I'm not trouble.

My girlfriend, she's trouble.

Is she foxy? Ha-ha-ha.

What kind of trouble could she be?

Oh, she's a legal staff

for the local Klanwatch.

She's very litigious.

[KNUCKLES CRACKING]

Litigious.

That means she sues people?

Like in court.

Oh. Why don't you sit down.

You don't want this job.

No. I'll be truthful with you.

You'd have to come in two days,

at noon on Tuesdays and Fridays

to help serve a staff luncheon.

I worked through college

waiting tables.

Every weeknight you have to clean

the window displays for three hours.

I'll take it.

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