Fresh Page #3
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- Year:
- 1994
- 114 min
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- My mother is white.
- Get outta here.
- She is. Straight up white.
Why she never come
to school, then?
She don't want you
'cause youre black, right?
- Why dont you live
with your mother?
- I do.
You live with your aunt,
with Hilary and Jewel
and all them others...
- so you can stop fronting
any time now.
- Shut up.
My mother's married
to a millionaire.
Word, she live
with Tarleak's old man,
with all them limos and sh*t.
She lives in Scarsdale.
She's got a big house.
Near as big
as this whole school.
forest just to get to it.
- What kind of car she drive?
- A sports car.
- What kind of sports car?
- I don't know. A Jaguar.
If I had me a million dollars,
I'd get me a Porsche 959.
I'd get me a sports car.
A Jaguar.
Damn, I'd get me
a Ferrari Testarosa, V-1 2 engine...
get me a Porsche 930,
straight six turbo engine...
get me a Vector B-1 2,
twin turbo...
go from zero to 60
in 7.8 seconds,
so don't even talk.
Yeah, well, who cares, 'cause
- I will too!
- Who's trippin' now?
Ain't nobody trippin'.
I'm gonna have it.
Someday, I'm gonna have it.
Hi, Grandma.
Yo, what up?
Why is everybody out here?
We just here.
What a place to spend
our last night on earth...
What up, y'all?
Hey.
Where Aunt Francis at?
She home.
Yo, why everybody
around here illin'?
Yo, I got winners.
Michael?
You're home.
Look, Nichole.
Your brother's here.
Hey, Nicky.
to come back and stay with us
for a while.
Look, Aunt Francis, I just came
to get a few of my things.
I'm not staying.
Michael, you want Nicky
to stay with us, dont you?
Cant sleep here no more.
There's like a thousand little girls
running in and out of here.
Like my feet are hanging off
the edge of the bed already.
I know it.
I know it's crowded in here.
And you being
Nicky, take my bed.
Doesn't matter to me.
I can sleep in here with
the girls for a while.
Aunt Francis,
I don't want your bed.
Well...
with your brother for a while.
Maybe he can talk to you about
staying with us a little longer.
Michael ain't no one
to talk to nobody about nothin'.
I gotta go.
- Michael?
- What?
Why you come home so late?
You know Aunt Francis
be gettin' worried when
you come home so late.
It's hard enough on her
without you be worryin' her
all the time.
If she gets too fed up
and gives all of us up,
I'm gonna kill you.
'Cause ain't none of us
can go back to our parents...
and I ain't goin'
back to no group home,
you hear me?
You my cousin and all,
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