Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody Page #5

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I know you are. You work for me.

You don't say.

Daddy...

...I do.

How is that, to become the boss

of your own family?

Of your brothers

and their wives?

Of your own father and mother?

Or are you still

the "little girl" sometimes?

Sometimes.

MARTIN:

Now, look here,

you stupid, little broad.

Don't you talk

to me like that.

I'll talk to you

any way I like.

You know who I am?

You think I let dames

get away with anything?

CLIVE [OVER PHONE]: Yes?

Clive, I wanna do a movie.

What?

A movie.

Why?

We'll find you a movie. Sure.

Okay. Night.

MARTIN:

You didn't ask but you wanted.

I did my share. What about you?

Who do you think you are,

you can be so particular?

You're nothing.

You get funny with me,

and I'll throw you right back

to that crummy dance joint

where I found you.

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

How are you feeling?

Here she comes.

Whitney!

There she is.

Whitney "Whitey" Houston!

Whitney "Whitey" Houston!

Pay no attention.

Come on.

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Whitney "Whitey" Houston!

Whitney "Whitey" Houston!

Who was that?

I don't know. Come on.

No, I don't wanna talk

to nobody.

Mrs. Houston!

Just stay focused.

Keep it together.

What's going on?

ANNOUNCER:

Give it up

for Bobby Brown, everybody!

BOBBY:

Yeah, do it like this

Is this an awards show?

Yeah, get busy

My God.

[CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING]

The amazing Bobby Brown,

ladies and gentlemen.

BOBBY:

Thank you. Thank you.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:

Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats.

The show will be back on

in five minutes.

WHITNEY:

Girl, I swear to God.

Right there. Yeah!

Right there?

And I'mma do it again.

Oh.

Hey!

Girl, I swear to God.

What the--?

What are you doing?

Yo, I'm not even

playing around, man.

You better chill.

I'm not.

Hey, hey, hey. What's up?

[LAUGHS]

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry.

You're Bobby Brown, right?

Yeah. Yeah. What about it?

I got a question for you.

And what's that?

How old are you?

Old enough.

He's old enough.

He's old enough, you know.

He's old enough.

ANNOUNCER:

Ladies and gentlemen,

our host, Anita Baker.

She looks so good.

So good.

The nominees

for the best music video are...

Janet Jackson, "Control,"

Michael Jackson,

"The Way You Make Me Feel,"

Whitney Houston,

"I Wanna Dance With Somebody,"

Whoo!

[AUDIENCE BOOING]

Jody Watley,

"Looking For A New Love."

Are they booing me?

And the winner is...

The winner is Janet Jackson,

"Control."

Keep it together.

Hey, hey. Don't even worry

about it.

You're Whitney Houston.

All right?

They dogs.

Give me a pen

and a business card.

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[JANET SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

JOHN:

You got to be prepared.

You know, the kind of success

that you're enjoying,

that the Black stations

ain't got no control over

and they don't own,

it drives 'em crazy.

Oreo. They calling me an Oreo.

If they wanna see Black,

I'll show 'em Black.

No, you don't.

Don't you go changing nothing.

You keep on doing

what you doing,

'cause what you doing

ain't nobody ever done before.

The first one over the hill

always gets whupped.

And you are the first,

princess.

No one is like you.

Look at me.

That's right.

No one is like you.

You got class. You can sing.

Mommy, I never wanna

show my face again.

What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You will show it again.

You gonna show it even more now.

JOHN:
To Nippy.

To Nippy.

To Nippy.

To Nippy.

Nelson Mandela

to be released tomorrow.

And as you might expect,

that is a moment

that this country

will not soon forget.

WHITNEY:

I've been thinking

we should get new writers.

A new sound.

R & B.

Yeah.

You know,

L.A. Reid and Babyface

are doing some really

interesting stuff right now.

And they might be right

to produce your next album.

We can look into that.

You want to?

Okay.

Don't be sad. Come on.

That's better.

Now get out of my chair.

REPORTER:

And here they are,

Whitney Houston

and Bobby Brown.

They're just arriving here

at the Billboard Music Awards.

She's nominated

for four awards tonight,

including top R & B album

and top R & B artist.

Do you want a hug?

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

Thank you so much.

Hi, Whitney. You and Bobby are

the king and queen of R & B.

How does that feel?

It feels very good.

It feels very good.

Y'all wanna see a kiss?

Baby, you look so good.

Beautiful. Beautiful, Whitney.

Just one more.

Beautiful.

Look this way.

Here, Whitney.

One more. One more time.

Whitney, here.

Whitney, turn around.

I love it.

All right. All right.

Everybody, back up.

Everybody back up, all right?

Yeah, back up.

Back up. Back up. Back up.

All right?

Back up!

Back up!

Come on. All right.

That's it, all right?

We done. Thank you.

Thank you.

...hurts so bad

Yes, it does, yes, it does

Oh, God, no.

"Why does it hurt so bad"?

It's a great song.

"Why do I feel so sad?

Thought I was over you,

but I keep crying,

'cause when I don't love you,"

blah, blah, blah.

Why?

I have to believe in

what the song is saying

if I'm gonna sing it right.

Right?

Yeah. No, I understand that.

Right, so no man could have

that effect on me.

I would drop him first.

What?

These are completely

universal human emotions.

[CHUCKLES]

I just think you're very young.

No?

No.

All right.

Next.

Then let's find a song

that isn't about love.

Oh, there aren't any.

[LAUGHS]

Hear me out.

That's all I'm trying to--

All right, I'm listening.

What do you want?

Do you trust me?

Yes, I trust you.

All right,

so hear me out

when I say...

...Bobby ain't the one.

Bobby a ho.

He a ho. He got a baby

by some chick.

You call my man a ho?

I'm just saying.

Uh-uh, no. Relax. Relax.

Bobby's got a reputation.

I know.

You like that bad boy sh*t?

Yeah. I do.

You ill.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

No, man. He gets me.

He makes me laugh.

And, you know, I'm tired

of being the good girl.

My career

casts a lot of shadow.

He's famous enough to get

with that, so I'm good.

All right. Well,

if you like him then...

...I'll tolerate him.

[PHONE RINGING]

Thank you.

Hold on one second.

Hello?

Like I tolerate what's-her-name?

What's up? Shh.

My bad. Look, I'm at work.

What's her name?

Can I call you back?

Girl, tell me her name.

Her name is Natalie.

Natalie, I'mma call

you back, okay?

Hi, Natalie!

I'll talk to you.

Have a good day.

Yeah, bye.

Really? Why would you do that?

Have a good day! Goodbye!

Because. You're rude.

At least she ain't

no Jermaine Jackson. Yeah.

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