We the Party Page #4

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- Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Hard, huh?

Your day was kind of hard?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No, I'm not.

Reggie's such an a**hole.

He bailed on me. This is the one class

that could ruin my GPA,

and if your dad doesn't

give me a break, I'm screwed.

Hi, Daddy.

You home?

No, I'll be there soon.

You Okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Michelle's still going

to walk you, right?

Yeah, she is.

Okay, bye.

- Michelle, where are you?

- At the mall.

With Reggie?

Did he tell you?

What? Oh, my God.

I totally forgot.

I'm so sorry.

But my dad is expecting us

to walk home together.

You know how he is.

Cheyenne,

she'll have to call you back.

- Michelle?

- Bye.

Oh, sorry for the drama.

I gotta go.

No!

No.

No?

You shouldn't walk home alone.

Um, I should walk you.

It's okay. You're waiting for your dad.

Um, he's being a jerk.

I mean, he's being a jerk

to you and to me.

I'll see him later.

Come on, can we go before

he drops my grade lower?

Like a "D" or something?

Come on, please?

Manny, A.J., please.

My grandsons. They're only going

to be here for a couple hours.

It's okay.

What's up, D?

What's all this?

Oh, recycled art for the prom.

I need to make the deposit.

Oh, sorry.

The bank closes soon.

Here you go, hon.

Okay, $942, prom ticket sales.

- Okay.

- I'll see you in the morning.

All right, thank you.

Don't let them drive you crazy.

Now, what's going on?

I think that you are being

too hard on our son.

Is this about the tutoring list?

He's never been good at testing.

You refuse to acknowledge

that he was diagnosed as ADD.

I refuse to use it as a crutch.

Your ego is clouding your judgment.

He tells me things

that he won't tell you.

Well, of course he does.

When kids are lucky enough

to have both their parents in their lives,

that's what they do.

They try to get their bread

buttered on both sides.

Remember when stuff used

to disappear from your purse?

Nah, come on.

Remember when he was stealing sh*t

until you started paying him not to?

Because you wouldn't

give him an allowance.

He was 11 years old.

Of course I wanted to

give him an allowance.

I wanted him to work for it.

I want him to have a sense

of work ethic.

My point is,

we got through it, didn't we?

Yes, by beating him.

I love our sons.

I would never spank him

unless I had an open hand.

And only as a last resort.

And Hendrix would get the worst of it.

He's a hard-headed kid.

That's the boy we got.

We got us a two-slap son.

Your tough love experiment

is going to ruin his ability

to get into a good college

and erode his self-confidence.

He is not you.

So, you going to prom?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

Didn't Stunner ask you?

I didn't answer him yet.

Okay, well, am I being too nosy

or something?

Yeah, you're being nosy.

Even if I wanted to go

to the prom with Stunner,

I don't think my dad

would approve.

Hm.

And you always do

what your dad says?

Pretty much.

Until I escape to college.

If I escape.

My academic scholarship

is based on a high GPA.

Oh, so if you get,

like, a low grade...

I get less scholarship.

And my dad will say, "it's cheaper

to go to school locally, Cheyenne."

I thought you wanted to be a singer.

I mean, everybody

wants to be a singer.

I just figure, if I go to school,

get my degree... in business,

maybe one day I can own

the label I sing on.

Maybe I could do the interviews

for your project.

You?

Yeah, me. I got mad people skills.

I can talk to black people, white people.

Latinos, I speak Spanish.

The other day, I was at this expo,

and I was talking to this green dude.

Not green, but, like, you know,

eco-friendly.

Here, he'll be at my party tonight.

In the hills. Rich people.

I mean, even your dad

would let you go.

So you're a businessman, huh?

So what's the deal?

What would you want from me?

I do your interviews for you,

and, you know,

you come to prom with me.

See? Now you're too much.

Is that a no?

If Supercop doesn't approve of Stunner,

do you think he'll be okay with you?

- Maybe you could tutor me.

- What?

Ah, come on, little mama.

Look at this face.

Want me to end up

like another black statistic?

Boy drops out of schoolhouse,

welcome to the jailhouse,

life of crime, tattoos,

illegitimate chilluns running around?

As fine as you are,

probably only have to tutor me

like once or twice

and I'll get "A" s.,

Hey, I feel my I.Q.

going up already.

So, I tutor you,

your grades go up,

my dad approves

and we go to the prom?

You're not expecting

anything else?

Nope.

What if your grades

don't go up enough?

Oh, well, then it's my bad.

You still get your movie done,

and the extra credit points

for tutoring me.

It's like a win-win.

Well, there's my house.

Thanks for walking me home.

Hendrix Sutton.

What do you think?

I think I'll tell you tomorrow night.

At your party-

With the green dude.

Shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, oh my God

Shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, shake it

Shake it, oh, my God

Oh, my God oh, my God

Oh, oh my God oh, oh my God

Oh, oh my God oh, oh my God

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God

show me what you got

Oh, sh*t.

Drop it, drop it, drop it.

Oh, sh*t.

Just the way you drop it low,

mama, oh, that's hot

Oh, oh, that's hot

Oh, sh*t.

If you in the club, say

oh, my God, oh, my God

Megan, what are you doing?

You know you cannot dance like that

because you do not know

what these fools are thinking.

Leave me alone,

or I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad

we didn't really go to the movies.

Shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, shake it

Shake, shake it, oh, my God

Oh, my God

oh, my God, oh, my God

Did you even read

the invitation?

It says featuring D.J. Slim.

Now, is your name

D.J. motherfucking Slim?

He still ain't answering

his text, y'all.

But I got you.

Don't motherfucking sweat it.

But I am sweating it.

Yo, please stay on the cardboard, man.

I'm not gonna have

my mom whup my ass.

Hey, nice party.

Yeah.

Where can I put my purse?

I don't know, put it in my room.

Down the spiral stairs to the left.

Oh. Um, I brought you

a little thank-you gift.

It's really nothing...

...on the dance floor

'Cause she dancing

all night like a go-go

Hey, yo, boy, when is that record label

dude showing up?

- Hendrix?

- Yeah?

Hendrix, this party better be popping,

I had to beg Supercop

to let her out.

So how's it going,

Mr. Businessman?

Making any more deals?

Yeah, I told you.

I need "A"s, not "B"s.

All right, take over for me, bro.

Y'all come on in. See you inside.

- Hey, Michelle.

- Hi.

- What's up, little bro?

- Hey, what's up?

- How you doin', man?

- Good.

You know I had to come,

show you some love.

Can you guys do me a favor

and perform?

- We could use y'all.

- Yeah, I got ya.

You may get a little taste,

but you know you got to pay first.

- Let us in, brother.

- Yeah, we're in.

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