Barbershop: The Next Cut Page #3

Do you know what all these

people got in common?

They old?

Hold on now.

Hey!

Hey, Dad!

You know,

you ain't too grown

to get your butt whooped.

Cal, you want me to take

care of this for you?

-No, I got this.

-Okay.

Relax, Adrian Peterson.

It's 2016, not 1816.

You can't pull kids pants down and spank

their bottoms until it turns red.

It's illegal

and a little creepy.

Ain't nobody talking about that

Catholic school you went to.

Do I look like Father Flanagan?

When I was growing up,

ass whippings were like meals,

and I was well-fed.

Hey, Kenny.

So, can we maybe

get back to the $20?

Whatever happened to you

coming around

after school every now

and then and helping out?

Dad, come on. You know I'm busy

with homework and basketball.

We've been busy with work.

It's a simple equation, son.

You don't work,

you don't get paid. Okay?

This ain't The Oprah Show. You don't

just show up and get free gifts.

Aight.

And I better not find out that

you're late to that school.

Told you, man.

Hey, Kenny.

I seen that.

Put it back.

I saw you, Kenny.

Those candy bars are a dollar

apiece, if you want one.

I'm not playing.

If not, I'm assume you took 50 and I'm

taking it out your pop's paycheck.

And he don't

make that much.

Not to put your business out

there, but Terri does make more.

Put it back.

Busted!

Everybody, check your wallets.

He got sticky fingers.

-Y'all have a blessed day.

-Shut up!

"Have a blessed day"?

He said, "Have a blessed day."

I mean, why your dad's

gotta be so stingy?

Thinking he teaching lessons

and dropping knowledge.

That sh*t is annoying.

For real, bro.

Him and your dad,

always talkin' out

the sides of their face.

Talking about

how they repping 79th,

all that nonsense, South

Side, all that stupid sh*t.

Stupid sh*t.

What's up, G?

What size is them Jordans?

They my size. That's

what size they are.

You think

you got heart?

Well, guess what, little n*gger.

Hearts ain't bulletproof.

Hey, why don't y'all

just keep moving?

Y'all out of your

neighborhood anyway.

N*gger, what you

talking about?

Y'all know our crew

run this whole neighborhood.

We run this whole sh*t.

Hey, yo, shorty,

run them kicks.

Man, y'all niggas

ain't sh*t.

Yeah, I said it.

Nigga, this our block.

You know that.

Unless you really

wanna do it.

We out.

All right.

Yeah, I thought so.

Yeah, keep it pushing.

Get out of here, man.

B*tch-ass nigga.

Yo, thanks, Yummy.

Ain't nothing.

What's up, J?

Heard you balled out

this season.

Hey, you know,

trying to do my thing.

Man, coach already

talking about

bumpin' him up

to varsity next year.

Word? That's good, man.

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