Dance Flick Page #7

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- Do what?

- Whatever it is y'all trying to do.

- You think you can lift me?

Sh*t, I could lift you.

Wait.

- Now what?

- You take your half boner off me.

My bad.

- Now put me down.

- All right.

Damn, I think I broke a nail.

So, we going to Club Violence tonight.

It's a hip-hop club. You should come.

- Yeah, sure.

- Are you 21?

No. I'm in high school.

So, what are you saying? I'm stupid

'cause I'm 21 and still in high school?

No, no, no, not at all.

Yo, A-Con, Megan needs a hook-up

on an ID for Club Violence tonight.

- Word. Give me $50.

- For what?

So I can get you some ID for $20.

You know Club Violence

ain't no square dance, right?

That's all right. I'll dance in circles,

probably around you.

Snap!

- She gonna roll around you, fam!

- All right.

She gonna roll around you.

All right, girl, let's roll.

- I think mami feeling you, fam.

- She probably got friends, too.

Oh, no, I'm good, B.

I need me a Queen Latifah type chick.

Corn rows and broad shoulders,

you know what I mean?

So, if I get jumped,

she knocking everybody out.

Yo, up here!

- Hey, girl.

- Hey, girl!

Come back in here, you little brat!

Quit playing around!

I'll be right down, Megan.

- Hey, girl!

- Hey!

Are we stopping somewhere first?

No. Why?

Do you need to stop somewhere?

No, I was just wondering,

is he coming to the club with us?

- Yeah. Why? Is there a problem?

- No. Not at all.

Okay, then, let's roll. Come on.

You are going to love Club Violence.

All the big ballers get shot there.

Speaking of which, you gonna need this.

It's your ID.

Oh, my God, her hair is horrible.

She has buckteeth, a lazy eye, and

needs to wax that unibrow. Who is this?

That's you!

- You're right.

- Come on.

Hey, Uglisha! Hey, Keloid!

- Hey, girl!

- Hey, girl!

- Charity, can I ask you something?

- Sure, what is it?

How do I look?

Girl. You ain't going nowhere with me

looking like that. Hold on.

Uglisha, let us use your car right fast.

- No, but I can't let...

- But nothing!

We ain't going nowhere,

we just wanna sit in it.

Nobody trying to take

your beat-up bucket.

Anyway, come on, let's go. Get...

- I thought...

- Just get in, hurry, hurry up.

You, hold this.

All right, here we go.

First, you need to take off

that sorry ass coat...

'cause it's country,

and you look country in it.

Take off those whack ass earrings,

'cause those are played.

And those shoes they've got to go.

Come on, hurry up. All right.

Now, put this on.

And take a little bit of this

and some of that.

Now, you are good to go, girl.

You look good. You ready.

Yo, check it.

- What it do, shorty?

- Damn!

- Girl, you looking good now.

- Let's bounce, girl.

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