What's Love Got to Do with It Page #3

I wanna be made over

- Make me over

I wanna be made over

- Wanna be made over

I wanna be made over

- Make me over

I wanna be made over

- Wanna be made over

Oh, Lord, make me over

- Make me over

Come on, keep goin'!

Oh, Lord, make me over

- Make me over

Lord, make me nice

Lord, make me good

And give me power

- Make me over

Give me love

- Wanna be made over

Give me voluptuousness

- Make me over

I wanna be made over

All right, bye-bye.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Fross, Fross, tell them

to be quiet?

Y'all look here.

we're fixin' to go on tour.

That's right.

We're goin' on tour.

Which means my name's

gonna be on this thing...

which means any time

you f*** up a step...

you f***in' with my good

reputation, you understand?

Jackie, you was 15 minutes

late to rehearsal today, wasn't you?

- Well...

- Well, a five-dollar fine.

What you laughing at, Spider?

You ain't but that far...

from not even having

a job your damn self.

All right, now, y'all look here.

It's gonna be Anna Mae's

first run out the startin' gate.

All right.

I want all y'all to pitch in, help

her out, do what you can, all right?

All right.

- All right.

- All right.

- Yeah, hey, Lorraine!

- I'm sick and tired of this sh*t, Ike.

Lorraine. W-w-wait,

wait, wait, wait.

- Now, now, come on, now.

- We finally get paid...

and he invents a

new way to take it back.

And he wants everybody

to help her out.

He sure got a sudden

case of the niceness.

Yeah, I wonder why.

I guess he caught it from that

new swing in somebody's ass.

Come on.

He's with Lorraine.

Lorraine! Oh, honey, please.

Lorraine was Ike's last gig.

He's always bookin' ahead.

Now, you watch yourself.

Ike's got a thing for every

young heifer sticks her butt out.

- Yeah, you wish he did.

- Come on, Anna Mae. Let's go.

All right, in a sec, okay?

- Hey, now.

- I was, just about to go home...

but I wanted to,

you know, say good night.

Well, don't go nowhere yet. Come on.

Sit down. Let me talk to you.

You know, you got

the prettiest smile.

You do.

Come on.

Open your mouth for me.

You ain't been to

the dentist before, have you?

What?

I said you ain't been to

the dentist before, have you?

I'm gonna have Fross carry you

to the dentist in the morning.

You got a lot of cavities

back there. All right?

- All right.

- All right.

And, look here, its kinda

late for you to be goin' home.

I want you to stay here tonight.

I got a room in the back.

It's all made up for you,

and don't you worry about it.

I'm gonna call your mama and let

her know you're stayin' here, okay?

- All right.

- Why don't you go on back there?

Go on.

- Good night.

- Good night.

What the f*** is goin' on here?

Lorraine, don't.

Please don't.

You ain't even worth the bullet.

- Lorraine! Lorraine!

- What's the matter? Hey!

- Lorraine! Lorraine!

- Lorraine! Open the door!

Open, open the door!

Oh, sh*t!

Lorraine! Anna Mae!

Anna Mae! Hey, Fross!

- Hey, Fross, get up here, man!

- What's goin' on?

- Hey!

- Oh, sh*t! What happened?

- Hey, call an ambulance.

- You drove me to this, Ike.

I'll get an ambulance.

You, you stay with her.

- Ike, Junior, go back downstairs now.

- Hey, hey, hey!

Watch him, Ike!

Watch him, Ike!

Y'all just go home, please.

All right, Ike, let's go.

Ike. Come on. Let's go.

We got to go.

How's Lorraine? Is she...

Well, she's fine.

She's gonna be all right.

Doctor says sh-she gonna,

she gonna pull through just fine.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, I'm gonna be okay.

Damn.

I can't stand hospitals, man.

My daddy got holes

kicked in his stomach.

Took him three

long years to die.

And you could,

could smell his insides.

'Cause he was messin' around

with some gangster's woman.

Can't stand hospitals, man.

I'm sorry.

I need to go.

Come on, Anna Mae.

Don't go nowhere now.

Don't leave me by myself.

I can't be by myself tonight.

- But Lorraine, she's your wife.

- No, we ain't married.

We ain't never been married.

I just can't make her

happy no more.

Things could change.

I mean, maybe...

maybe...

y'all can work it out.

No.

She did the worst thing

you could do to anybody like me.

She stopped believin' in me.

See, I got dreams, Anna Mae.

I got dreams that's

bigger than St. Louis.

And she can't

touch me like you do.

She don't make me feel

the way you do.

I can't even talk to her.

You're the only one.

You're the onliest one

I could talk to like this.

You know, just like

everybody else...

I done tried to help out

in my whole life...

she done left me.

I wouldn't do that...

what those other people

did to you,

leave you.

- I would never do that.

- I know.

- Never.

- I know.

Ike Turner!

Oh, look, look, look!

Oh, man! Oh, sh*t!

- Hey, look here, y'all.

- What's up?

I want y'all to take Anna

down to this beauty shop here.

Get her a bleach job,

you know, like Marilyn Monroe.

Like, like the lady

on the poster up there.

Get her hair did like that,

all right?

- Okay. Come on, come on.

- Come on, Marilyn.

- Come on, come on. Hurry up.

- Where?

Right here. Grab this bag.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, Anna Mae, what d'ya

think, honey? Is it me, girl?

- Hey, what's the matter with you?

- Nothin'.

I just didn't think we'd be, playin'

in a place like this, ya know.

What, thought we'd be playin'

at Carnegie f***in' Hall?

From what I heard about Ike, baby,

the sh*t's about to hit the fan.

Girl, now you know Ike'll

work the f*** outta you.

- Do I detect a note of bitterness?

- It's a gig.

And you know what

they say about Ike.

Oh, chil', don't mind me.

I'm just havin' a little fun.

Now, Anna Mae, what's

that do doin' back there?

It's lookin' kinda orange.

No, girl, it's supposed

to look like that.

Hey, you the singer?

- Yeah.

- But you gotta have more up there.

Oh, she'll get bigger

the way she's been eatin'.

Yeah, Anna Mae,

we scared to eat around ya.

Girl, your appetite

done picked up lately.

I noticed that too.

Noticed it? Honey,

Ray Charles could see it.

Oh, what?

Darlene!

Look what you did, girl.

Now look at that!

Now, you know

you need an ass whoopin'!

Anna Mae!

Anna Mae, get your

butt out here, girl!

Rock me, baby

Rock me all night long

Rock me, baby

Rock me, baby

I said I want you to

Rock me, baby

Rock me all night long

Rock me, baby

Rock me, baby

I want you to rock me

Like my back

ain't got no bone

Then I want you

to roll me, daddy

Like you roll

your flour dough

I want you

to roll me, daddy

Like you roll

your flour dough

I want you to roll me

Till I want no more

Oh, play guitar.

Oooh! Hey, little Ann,

girl, you were slick!

Baby, you blew those people

way out. You were wonderful!

Girl, girl, I'll tell you!

All right now. Ike

finds out Jack Daniels...

been dancin' with the Ikettes,

you're gonna be in big trouble.

I ain't thinkin' 'bout Ike.

Yeah, Jack better stop

dancin' on my feet.

Whose idea was this,

Darlene? Jackie?

Leanne, how come ain't nobody

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