Crooklyn Page #4

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...to be a Western TV star.

Mommy! Troy's eating

a whole box of Trix by herself.

And she won't share any with me!

Our fence-mender,

cowboy hero...

Mommy's not here,

you silly, stupid rabbit.

- Stupid.

- I'm a low-down, mangy

polecat coyote of a wild steer...

- Get out!

- Whom you lassoed.

- Do you get the picture?

- [Cartoon Character]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Exit stampedin' all the way.

Stage left.

Oh! Wendell!

Look at your eyes poppin' out

of your head. What are you doin'?

[Laughing]

You better stop hittin' people.

# I'm your mother, I'm your daddy

I'm that n*gger in the alley #

- # I'm your doctor when you need... #

- Gimme that, Snuff.

You know we stole this tube together.

You better share that.

- Come on, come on. Here, take this.

- # I'm your Pusherman #

# I'm your Pusherman ##

- Ahh, yeah.

- Ahh.

My best friend, babe.

- Nice glue.

- All right.

- For the brothers who ain't here.

- Yeah, drain it out, baby.

- Ahh.

- All right.

- Gimme some. Give it here.

- Take some. Take that.

Ah, yeah!

[Singing With Record]

# If I could #

# I'd like to be #

# A great big movie star #

# Overnight sensation #

# Drive a big expensive car #

Stop throwing bottles there!

We always get blamed for it.

He should clean up

his stinkin' house, man.

- Hey! Hey! You stinkin' f*ggot!

- Shut up. My mother'll hear you.

Clean up after

your friggin' dogs, man!

- It ain't funny.

- You Chinese-Puerto Rican Chink Spic.

You friggin' chocolate

black n*gger moreno.

- What you say that?

- Why you let him talk

about me like that?

- I never said nothin' bad

about your mom.

- Your mama.

- Play your music.

- Forget it. I'm getting all emotional.

I can't sing now.

- You can't sing anyway.

- [Laughter]

Hey, it's Vic!

Look at him.

- Clinton.

- Aw, my man Vic!

- Hey, Vic. How you doin', Vic?

- Tommy La La.

I'm all right.

Like that 'do.

- Your mama know you out here?

- Yeah.

- Vic. Ouch!

- What's up, Vic?

- How you feelin', kid?

All right, blood.

- All right. And you?

- Vic. My number one soul brother.

- All right, all right.

[Guys Chattering]

- Great God!

- Later, Vic.

- Bye, Vic.

- That's the bigs.

- [Laughs] It look funny.

- It looks stupid.

- So? Look at yours.

- At least mine don't

look all funny like yours.

At least mine isn't standing

on my head sticking straight out

looking all like Topsy.

I don't know who Topsy is, but

it looks stupid, and I can't stand it.

- I can't stand you either.

- Why don't you sit down

with your ol' black self?

- I'm black and I'm proud.

- She got good hair.

- She got "Peter" Rican hair.

- Ay, dejame. Stop touching me, ugly.

Don't be callin' my sister ugly

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