What's Love Got to Do with It Page #2
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- Year:
- 1993
- 118 min
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help me out now?
Ike!
I live across the street
from the jukebox, baby
I...
Every time they spin
that record, baby
Oh, Alline, they're just awful!
How come they get up?
Please, girl. Every woman in here
wanna sing with Ike's band.
He's got a reputation.
No, not from his looks.
Ikey!
Always make me think of you
Well, he been with
He's somethin' else.
song in particular, baby
Always stays on my mind
There's one particular song, baby
Always stays on my mind
Every time you play it, baby
I just break down and cry
Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Turner,
I'll wear it out.
Oh, there's one little
song in particular, baby
- Is that Anna Mae in there?
Always stays on my mind
Yes, one little song...
Aha, I knew it!
You been bit by the bug.
You been bit by
the Ike Turner bug!
- You got the flu.
- Shut up, Alline!
- Come on.
- Shut up!
Come on, now.
Leave her alone.
There's been some
lonely, lonely nights
Baby, yes, since
you've been gone
Lay my head on my pillow
How I cried...
- Lord, Anna Mae,
I told you not to
borrow the white dress.
- Oh, my!
- Is anyone sittin' here?
You stick around, Anna Mae...
'cause I'd like to take you
out after the last set.
Breakfast. For breakfast?
Well, all right.
Yes, you know that I love you
Oh, I see.
So you a big girl now?
Well...
I hope you know what comes
along with that territory.
Can I get you
something to drink?
- Coca-Cola, please.
- Why, certainly, ma'am.
All right now, who's gonna
help me out now?
Me!
I live across the street
from the jukebox, baby
All night they play the blues
Gee whiz!
And when they spin that record, baby
You know it makes me think of...
I love you, Ike!
- Come on. Pass it up!
- That's not gonna help me.
Come on now. Must be somebody
out there who'll sing tonight.
Come on, baby!
Come on. You ain't deaf.
Bring the microphone.
Here!
- She's a nobody.
- Here, here, here!
- Stacy. Here, right here.
- What you want, girl?
Right here. Give it to my sister.
Give it to Anna Mae.
Go on, Anna Mae.
Girl, go on now.
You've been practicin'
in the bathroom enough!
Go on. That's right.
know you love me, baby
But you never tell me so
I know you love me, baby
But you never tell me so
If you don't tell me
you love me
I'm gonna pack my rags and go
- Baby!
- Girl!
Oh, I live on the street
from the jukebox, baby
All night long
they play the blues
I live across the street
from the jukebox, baby
All night long
they play the blues
Every time they
spin that record
Honey, it makes me think of you
And there's just one thing
in particular, baby
Always sticks in my mind
Yes, one little song
in particular, baby
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