Talk To Me Page #2

can I shoot him, then?

Listen here!

I want Petey Greene!

You hear me, Warden?

I want you to get Petey Greene

out here, right now.

Petey! Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey! Petey!

POOCHIE:
What's he gonna do?

Where Petey at?

Oh, yo, Petey!

(WHOOPING)

Yeah. Look,

you got a little dick!

Warden! Your dick, Warden!

Look like you got

quite a situation here, sir.

Yes, Mr. Greene, I do.

(SINGING) Warden's got

a little dick!

Can you do anything?

I don't know, sir.

I mean, what you got

in your boxers is God's doing.

Sorry, Warden, you kind of

walked right into that one.

Poochie! Nigga, what the hell

are you doing up there, man?

Yeah! Warden's got

a little dick!

Now look here, Warden.

Poochie crazy.

He's a good kid,

but he got all f***ed up

on that narcotic.

Come on, Warden,

what you got?

I can get him down.

Got that little dick!

I can even shut him up.

Come on, what you gonna do?

What you gonna do, Warden?

I'd be very grateful.

Now, exactly how grateful

are we talking about?

(WHISPERING)

All right.

Poochie!

Petey! It's Petey!

Boy, if you don't come down

from there and stop making

all that noise,

I'm gonna call your mama.

(EXCLAIMING)

I'm gonna tell her you

out here acting a fool, man.

Now, come on down. Poochie.

(LAUGHS)

INMATES:
Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

(ALL SHOUTING)

We take all necessary measures

in support of freedom

and in defense of peace

in Southeast Asia.

Stop the bombing,

and stop the war.

Come on.

(LAUGHING) Petey!

Yeah.

Ain't this a b*tch?

What?

I can't move my legs, baby.

You jiving!

No.

Look here, Petey.

Now, you know I been

with you ten years, right?

Hell, nine of them

you was in jail.

So you know how

I feel about you.

But I didn't get all foxy,

nails done, new dress

to hear you talking

about you can't move.

Now, I know you're scared.

Okay?

Every man is scared.

But baby, I'm standing here

in a girdle

and some tight-ass shoes,

and I wanna meet me

some Nighthawk!

So you best to get your legs

to moving and get in there

and get your job.

What if I ain't good enough?

Hell! Every man I know

ain't good enough, Petey!

But even with all your sh*t,

you the only one who is.

Now, come on! Look at you!

You the man with the pants!

Yeah.

The sh*t-talking,

pimp-walking, good-loving man.

Oh, that's right.

The mack that's the head

of the Cool Cat Clan!

Give me some!

Preach on.

And you'll be damned if you

take sh*t from any black,

yellow, green or white man.

Amen!

Hallelujah!

Baby, did I tell you

how good you look?

I know!

(GASPS)

Good afternoon, good people.

There he is.

You wanted to meet him, go on.

I can't move my legs.

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