Dance Flick Page #2

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It's all good.

Now, I told y'all two,

when I gave you that loan...

...that I'm gonna need my piece of the pie.

I got it right here.

Pumpkin pie.

I ain't gonna sugarcoat this.

Yeah, I is.

I heard about you two fools getting

served at that dance battle.

But I like you two, so I'm gonna give

you a chance to make things right.

I'm gonna give you till the end of next

week to bring me my chips.

But if I don't get them by then,

we all gonna be crying over spilt milk.

Spilt milk and crumbled cookies.

Now get out!

Somebody get me a fork.

Who back there?

The Suburban Express has arrived

in the ghetto on track two.

Dad?

- Megan.

- Hi.

Hi. So, you got a lot of baggage?

Well, you left me when I was 10,

Mom is dead.

I haven't had a decent date in a year

because of my low self-esteem...

Honey. I'm talking about your luggage.

Yeah, well, it's over there.

Keep the platform clear of all luggage,

guns and knives.

Okay. Now, look, I'll grab this.

You grab the rest. I'm double parked.

Home, sweet home.

I don't wanna talk to you!

Come on, honey,

I'll give you the grand tour.

I'll kill you, b*tch!

Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it great?

Now, listen, sweetheart, I know this

may not be what you're used to...

...but I got a perfect spot picked out

for you. What do you think?

Yeah, I know. It's a little out in the open.

But I got a little work to do on it.

It's gonna be great,

I promise you, honey.

When I'm done, it's gonna be perfect.

This just won't do.

Hey.

Well, all right, everybody.

Let's get this place cleaned up.

Mr. Crackhead.

Have fun.

Grab a brush, grab a broom.

Grab a mop and bucket.

Come on, everybody

and we'll scrub, scrub, scrub it.

Clean up your own sh*t, hey.

Kiss my furry a-hole.

- This b*tch can't sing. I'm out of here.

- Word.

I shot him, it was at a quarter to 1:00

Nobody was there so I didn't run.

It was 2007, October 1

Under my bed is where I hid the gun.

Man, you killed it.

You're under arrest for murder.

What you talking about, man?

I didn't... I didn't even do nothing.

Got your confession on tape.

I shot him, it was at a quarter to 1:00

- Man, that wasn't even me, man.

- He hid the gun under the bed.

A- Con, what up, dawg?

- What up, man?

- Chilling.

So, what's up, man?

You going back to school?

Are you serious, man?

All these losers running around here

with hopes and dreams.

Teachers want you to better yourself.

Nah, man. Give me prison any day, fam.

Yeah, totally don't agree with you.

So what are you gonna do?

Come on, man. The judge says

it's either school orjuvie.

I'm only one crime away from

going back, B. I'm excited, man!

Kickball, arts and crafts, showers.

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