Booty Call Page #2

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where your mack is.

I won"t bet money

on something like that.

We don"t have to bet money.

Let"s just make it a gentleman"s bet.

We"re gentlemen, right?

- Not gonna let this go?

- Come on, big daddy...

...big player, big pimp, big baller.

There you go, that"s my boy.

You go the f*** on.

He"s celebrating his bar mitzvah.

He just got circumcised.

Go on with your food.

Oh, Rushon. It"s so good

to see you this evening.

And who is your friend?

Hello. My name is Chan,

and l"m here to serve you tonight.

Hey, brother. Rushon?

Chan, we"re waiting on

our dinner guests.

I think your hair is three things:

Fa-bu-Ious.

Well, I got three things for you:

Back up, Yoko Ono.

Oh, nigga, please.

They"re here.

Look, these girls got a lot of class.

So act like you got a little bit of sense.

Like you got a mama. Like you

wasn"t mixed up in some test tube.

We should move to a table

with better light.

- What"s wrong with the light here?

- I can"t get with ladies in muted light.

I need a good look.

Anybody can look good in dim light.

How many times you go to a club,

and under the disco lights...

...the girl look good?

You having a good time.

But the next day you go to pick her up.

You"re all happy and sh*t.

But it"s high noon.

She comes out the house...

...and a f***ing sea donkey

climbs into your car.

I believe in a brother"s right to know

what the hell he"s feeding...

Man, just get up.

Lysterine, this is

Rushon"s friend, Bunz.

Hey, now, I was...

Excuse me.

What do you think you are doing?

Did you see that tarantula-hair fool?

Motherf***er look like Predator.

It"s just dinner. Some egg rolls, mu shu,

and we out. Girl, why are you tripping?

She don"t look like

she want my sh*t, man.

No, she"s on you. She"s just nervous.

- It"s a blind date. All right?

- All right. Right.

Everybody"s got a weakness.

Who knows? You and Bunz

just might hit it off.

Bunz?

You blind-date me with

a little "hood-rat named Bunz?

Girl, have you lost your mind?

No. I can"t get

with a brother named Bunz.

No, but it"s Bunz with a Z, not an S.

You never can be too ready.

Just do this for me, please.

- You owe me.

- Big-time. Now, let"s roll.

Ladies, you look good.

So, what"s up?

- Nothing.

- Are we ready to order?

- I am. I want the shrimp fried rice.

- Make that two, please.

Perfect, and I will have the prawns

in garlic sauce.

And you, Miss Thang?

- Excuse me?

- You got her with the "Miss Thang."

You eating or just looking?

Okay, boyfriend. I want a lobster tail

in butter-wine sauce.

And we girls want a bottle of Mot.

Damn, girl, why you gotta order

the most expensive sh*t on the menu?

- Rushon, you need to check your boy.

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