Mo' Better Blues Page #2

You do have an option.|You can always quit.

- What?|- Don't be playing with my balls.

- Yo, hold up, man.|- Here, take your balls.

Well, you right.|You right. l could quit.

- Hey, wait a minute!|- He ain't going nowhere.

- Where you going?|- To the bathroom, right?

- l'm going to the bathroom.|- He's always going.

l like women with big asses.|Why brothers drive Oadillacs.

Oan't get all that ass in a Volkswagen.

The first thing they be saying,|''Kiss my ass''.

- Some ugly women in here, too, tonight.

How you doing?

When l said ugly,|l'm looking at your ass.

l like an ugly woman.|They easy to get along with.

Pretty woman, too...|You know how they do.

''F*** you. l'll do what l want to do.''

Ugly woman easy to get along with.|They don't want no trouble.

You can tell an ugly woman anything,|can't you?

Hey, b*tch, l'm going to the moon.|l'll be back in a couple of days.

''Well, you be careful.''

''l don't want nothing to happen|to you now, cos you know l...

cos l love you.''

''Oh, l love you.''

''Please don't call me a b*tch|in front of the kids.''

All right, whore, l'll be back|in a couple of days. Goddamn.

Hey. Hey, wake up.

- l'm up.|- Wake up. You're not up.

- l'm up. l'm up.|- You're not up.

l'm up.|l do not want to go to school today, OK?

l'm not going.

Get up, get up, get up!

l'm up now.

You'll be late for school.

Your children will have|their little hearts broken.

Yeah, speaking of broken hearts, Bleek,

you know what my mother|used to tell me?

She used to say,|''Don't ever marry a musician,

let alone go out with one.''

She said l'd be inviting grief and pain|and tears and heartbreak to my doorstep.

Your mother wasn't talking about me.

Maybe not.

You're a good brother, Bleek,|but you still don't know what you want.

Guess it's time for confessions|of a modern-day dog, huh?

Well,... like it or not,...|you're a dog.

You are a dog.

You're a good doggy, a nice dog,|but you're a dog nonetheless.

What can l say?|l'm not going to argue the point.

You know how l am.

- With men, it's a dick thing.|- A dick thing?

A D-l-O-K thing.

A D-l-O-K thing.

Hey, Bleek, you're late.

Three minutes.

Probably one of your lady friends|held you up.

- Hi, Mr Gilliam.|- Hello.

Sorry l can't stop. l'm late for school.|Bye-bye.

- What?|- You something else, you know that?

- How's the arm?|- l'm off the disabled list.

You love her?

l like her.

You like her.|What about the others?

l like her, too. l like women.

Just be careful.

Don't bring babies into this world|until you're married.

lf l see another 16-year-old,|black, unwed mother,

pushing a stroller, a baby in one arm,|another on the way,

l don't know what l'll do.

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