Richard Pryor ...Here and Now Page #3

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Ain't no need to start crying now

'cause he's gone.''

That's the way life is,

isn't it?

Brother over here look mad. What's

the matter, they stole your seat?

You had to whup somebody

to get it back?

You see, you come too late.

Tough sh*t. Act a fool.

You'll get your seat.

''Where's my

motherfuckin' seat?''

Yeah, you'll get a seat.

Motherf***er say...

''No, don't worry.

We have a seat right here.''

It's just so hot down here now.

You know, it get hot down here.

Hey! People be in the street

you don't wanna be f***ed with either.

They be just walking

just like--

Really. ''How you doin'?''

I don't know how they had no slavery

when it be hot down here...

'cause slaves would've quit,

say, ''Hey man, f*** you.

Sh*t.

Carry that sh*t yourself.''

I think all this sh*t, slaves built

all this sh*t down in here...

or carried the sh*t

that built it, right?

I looked at the Mississippi, I said,

''Motherf***er had to walk across that.''

''Get your black ass

on there and walk.

Carry that tree.

Don't start no sh*t.''

You all some cold

motherfuckers, boy.

Your ancestors.

You know, you guys

didn't do nothin' on no holidays...

or like weekends or somethin'.

You motherfuckers just

hanged black people, right?

Be bored and sh*t.

Motherfuckers would say--

Saturday night be hot.

Can't get no p*ssy.

''What you wanna do?

Shoot, ain't nothin' to do...

go down to jail

and string one up.''

And black people be

standing around, watching 'em.

The guy be saying,

''F*** that. Help me!''

See, you all, if--

Does it snow down here sometime?

No? You're all spoiled, see.

You all don't know about cold and sh*t

like up in Illinois, where I'm from.

You all should get some cold.

I guess it get cold here, it get 50?

You all get mad than a mother--

''You know it's 50 outside, man?

Sh*t! Done f***ed up

my day! Sh*t!''

Back there in Chicago,

in the Midwest, boy, it gets cold.

- I'm talking cold. Make you change--

- How cold?

What? This ain't

Johnny Carson, motherf***er.

I mean, it get cold

when you go outside.

The wind be waiting on your ass

around the corner like this...

waiting for you

to come outside.

''Here he come.''

And that sh*t, boy--

I came from California.

I hadn't been home about

five years, and I went back home.

And I had some summer sh*t like this,

and it was cold.

That wind waited for me

to get into the street.

It didn't even do nothin' while

I was walking through the airport.

And soon as I got outside, it was--

''Get your sh*t--

Put that sh*t up around your head.

Stop f***ing around.''

And you can't be prejudiced in the

winter 'cause it's too cold, right?

You'd be trying to find

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