Mo' Better Blues

- My name is Bleek Gilliam.|- He's the best, huh?

- He's the best, that guy.|- The best.

Your band! lt's your band!

Thank you for coming.|You didn't have to.

You could have stayed home|and watched Arsenio Hall or something.

No, listen,|l got nothing against the brother.

But er... thank you again for coming.

This concludes our first set.|We'll be back soon.

We got some beautiful waitresses here,|so put them to work.

Give them some business and a fat tip.

Speaking of fat...

Don't get mad, Bleek.|l'll kick your ass.

l know l'm gonna hear it now.|Butterbean.

Whoo!

Nice, boy. Nice set.

You see them girls out in front?|The girl in purple?

When she crossed her legs,|l saw sparks fly.

- What's up, man?|- She got a big baseball booty.

Oh, man, she was fine!

She was looking at me the whole show.

She was looking at me|the whole motherfucking show, man.

Yo, cut the bullshit, hold up.

Shadow, what's up with this ego stuff?|What's up with the outing?

- Grandstanding!|- You're the only one complaining.

- Everybody else is OK.|- Everybody who?

The audience got no problem.

All you doing|is playing for the audience?

- That's what l do.|- That's ego, grandstanding.

- Do l tell you what to play?|- ls your name on the marquee?

- Shadow sounds good, man.|- Who asked you, Left Hand?

- Nobody asked me.|- Well, shut the f*ck up!

What the f*ck is this?|You shut the f*ck up, you midget!

- My name is Giant, all right?|- Blame your motherfucking mother, man.

- On the real side.|- Why you talking about my mother, man?

- Stop talking about my mother.|- On the real side.

Yo, chill.|Everybody chill for one second.

Relax on the solos, OK?|Bring them down a little bit, all right?

- Oould you do that for me?|- Down to an hour.

Maybe an hour, 45 minutes?

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