Dance Flick

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Yeah, come on!

Get off me!

Get back!

- In your face.

- He's trying...

You know you like it! Right here!

Whatever.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

- Your turn, go.

- Do it!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Look at him!

- Drill! Drill! Drill!

- Where'd he go?

- Yo!

Wait, wait! Wait!

Stop! Stop it! Stop it! Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that! Hey, hey, this is my house!

This is my house!

We not gonna have that here.

Now, we got a tie.

- What?

- What?

That's right.

The baddest two crews are left.

And I'm talking bad. Super bad.

I'm talking Wesley Snipes don't pay his

taxes bad.

We talking T.I.

Buying machine guns bad.

We talking everything on the CW bad.

- Yeah.

- Now, the only way to settle this...

...is a rematch.

That's right, that's right.

So, what y'all gonna do?

- Let's do it.

- No, wait.

Y'all go on over there and talk about it.

Go talk about it, talk about it.

Sugar Bear is gonna kill us

if we lose his money.

Come on, Thomas, we can take these

fools, man.

All we need is for D

to do his signature move.

- No, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

- He can't, it's too dangerous.

Yo, I don't care about that, man.

D's gonna do it.

But he could break his neck

and be crippled forever.

D don't care about that, man. All right,

he gonna take one for the team.

But like a hundred million Americans,

D doesn't have insurance.

- Yeah, he's right, I don't.

- Yo, man...

...he's doing the move and that's final.

I want this.

Exactly. You want this.

Look, man, there ain't no "I" in "team. "

- There ain't?

- No.

- What about "group"?

- Not in "group" either.

- Crew?

- No.

- Troupe? Gang?

- No.

- Einsemble?

- You just mispronounced that word...

...to make it sound

like it had an "I" in it.

Yo, forget about all that, man.

Let's do it.

- But, guys!

- Stay out of your business, D!

- Come on, man!

- So, what y'all gonna do?

Double or nothing, $5,000.

All right, well, put the money in the hat.

Oh, well, cat's out the bag.

You heard the man, $3,000.

Did I say three? I meant $5,000!

Now, what you gonna do?

- We in.

- Oh, yeah, we got us a battle now.

Show them some love!

That's right, these young men are gonna

be battling it out for $7,000 in cash!

$10,000. And one of my loud-ass suits

from my loud-ass suit collection...

...comes in a variety of ghetto colors,

Flavor Flava eyes yellow...

Kool-Aid red, ashy gray...

...and for weddings and funerals,

Djimon Hounsou black.

Y'all ready to do this?

Well, let's get it on.

Yo, this dude is whack.

Why is everybody going crazy over him?

He's the director and your cousin.

Anything he do is fine.

Yeah! This is my movie.

It's all you, D.

Look at this dude.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight!

That money is ours!

- All right!

- All right!

Yo. Give me the oil, give me the oil.

- What's up, man?

- What's up?

Oh, no!

Looks like we got us a winner!

The 409 Crew it is!

Yeah!

Excuse me. Is this seat taken?

- Oh, no, not at all.

- Good.

Come on, kids, it's empty!

There we go.

- You want some chicken?

- No, thank you.

I love the ballet.

Never had the body for it, though.

That's why I chose football.

That's me when I was nine.

You dance?

I used to.

When I lived in the suburbs.

Megan, honey, you hungry?

Hey, Megan, will you help me

with my home...

Special delivery for Megan...

- Megan, honey, we're really busy.

- But, Mom, you promised.

I know, sweetie, but it's about to start

raining, and I need to fix the brakes...

...and I have to drop off

the life insurance check.

- This is the biggest day of my life.

- All right, sweetie.

You're the best, Mom.

Don't you worry. I won't let you down.

I'll make it to that audition if it is

the last thing I do.

You're gonna die, b*tch.

Oh, no! Oh, my God! Help me! Please!

Over there, over there, hurry!

- Oh, thank God!

- Free gas!

- Yeah, baby! Premium!

- Wait, people!

Where's everyone going?

We've hit the jackpot!

Get me some gas.

- We need something to put it in!

- Help me! My seatbelt is jammed!

Oh, please, help me!

In here, somebody give me a hand!

I was on the way

to my daughter's audition.

Okay, miss, I need you to lift up and

swing your body towards me, okay?

- Okay. Please, hurry! I can't get it.

- I can see it. Almost!

Got it! I got it!

What the hell!

Miss White, is there anything you would

like to share before you begin?

Well, I think my thighs look really fat

in this outfit.

Valtrex does not work.

I have no gag reflex.

I meant about your routine.

Well, nothing other than it's something

that my grandfather helped me with.

This should be good.

Oh, my God. I'm okay.

Thanks, you guys.

It's just a few cuts and bruises.

Don't worry about me.

I'm just gonna get a lift.

Don't worry, baby.

I'll get there even if it kills me.

Not even Brandy can stop me.

Oh, sh*t, not again.

Yeah! I'm Rick James, b*tch!

Yeah, okay.

Yes, I'll find a way to tell her gently.

Your mother died,

and, no, you didn't get in.

- What?

- Next!

You mean,

my audition wasn't good enough?

I ain't asked you all that.

Come on, kids, let's move away from

this long-winded ho.

Come on, babies. Goodness.

Well, if it isn't my two dancing

delivery boys.

- Where's the other Musketeer?

- He died in a tragic dance accident.

I'm talking about my chocolate bar,

b*tch!

- Don't get cute.

- I got it right here, Sugar Bear.

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