Kickin It Old Skool Page #3

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You're a good n*gger.

You're the best n*gger I ever had.

Mmm, mmm, mmm!

Nigga, get up, get up, get up.

Mrs. Schumacher, we can't give you a loan.

This bank has already extended itself

for you as far as it can.

I don't- I don't think

you understand, um...

the extent of Justin's

medical bills.

They're gigantic. And, um,

I think we might be losing the house.

And, um,

I can't let that happen.

- I just- I don't-

- Hands are tied.

I gotta pay my parents back.

- Whoa. Is this the new mall?

- This is it.

It's like Epcot Center.

Maybe I can get a job here.

Holy crap!

- What's goin' on here?

- Red leather, yellow leather.

Yellow leather, red leather.

Toy boat. Why isn't

my microphone working?

They're shootin' a TV show. I heard of this.

It's like American Idol for dancing.

America what?

Star Search. It's like Star Search.

For dancing.

Okay. Stretch time's over.

All right, girls.

Let's take it from the top.

Boy, they really didn't

stick that one.

That's better.

Oh-

It- It's Ju-

It's Ju-

Ju-Just-

Oh, my God! Justin! Oh, my God!

I can't believe my eyes!

I never thought I'd see you again.

I never thought I'd-

Oh, my God.

You really grew up.

I mean, a lot.

- A lot, a lot.

- Uh-

- Oh, my God.

- Okay. You have to excuse him.

- I know I'm black, but I'm not invisible.

- Oh, my God.

- I'm sorry, Darnell. I didn't mean to be rude.

- What's up, Jen?

I-I'm good. I'm real good.

I'm the dance consultant for the new show.

Blue Lagoon!

We-We never got to

watch Blue Lagoon.

- Betamax.

- Kapow!

Whoo! Mmm, mmm.

- Kip, you remember Justin.

- Nope.

- Wait. Did you cut my lawn a few weeks ago?

- No.

- Clean my pool?

- No.

You're the jackass that flipped

off the stage when we were kids.

Oh, my God! I thought you were dead!

- Kip.

- What? Honey, he's like- Did you see his neck go-

Like that. Holy sh- I can't believe it.

Hey. Did you show him?

Look.

- Oh, wrong finger. Look.

- Ow.

We're engaged.

You okay?

You look like you just

got punked, beyotch.

Well, it was great

running into you, Dustin.

Uh, here.

Take a flyer.

So, do you have

a new phone number...

or are ya still

livin' with mommy and daddy?

- Still livin' with-

- I'm shocked!

Well, we gotta run.

So, here.

Why don't you say good-bye

to your new friend. Bye-bye.

Use that hand later for something,

huh, you little devil, you. Dick.

Let her go, man.

There's plenty of hiz-os in the hiz-ouse.

- Was he retarded before the coma?

- But Jen was my hiz-o.

Yeah.

But now she's "his-o."

No.

All I gotta do is dog him

on the dance floor.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Justin, no, no. Justin!

Justin. Justin!

No, no!

Oh, God.

He look like a chicken.

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