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- Everything | - Everything
- Is everything | - Is everything
What is meant to be will be
- Must come spring | - Must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
- Hey there, little Becky. Hey, Tiger. | - Hi, Jimmy.
Hi, Mrs. Ross, Mr. Ross. | How are you?
Why do you think | I'm a messenger?
No, no, no, really. | Why do you just...
assume I'm a messenger?
Would that be | out of the question?
that I'm comin' by to see | just to talk about old times?
What's wrong? | I can't have no cocoa?
I don't look like | I like cocoa?
What's wrong with me just comin' here | tryin' to have some cocoa?
I'm sorry, sir. I just- I- | Who did you come here to see?
Deliveries in the back.
Let me tell you that | everything is everything
- Look out! Look out! | - What's up, man?
Everything is everything
Y'all ready for a show?
There's no way we're | part of the same place
We're part of the same time
We both have the same blood
We both have the same mind
And time and time
We've had so much to share
No, no, no, no
I'm not wakin' up | tomorrow mornin'
And findin' there's nobody there
No, no, no, no way
And you and you and you
You're gonna love me
Oh, yes, you are
Peace. I'm outta here.
Let's hear it, Apollo, for Phil Quon.
- Congratulations, you killed. | - Thanks, Booey.
Phil Quon. Show your love.
- They're not gonna boo me off, right? | - Did I say that?
like they invent a new boo | that's silent.
What? Huh? What? | What are you looking at?
This girl I met at the Shark Bar | last night. I told her to come down.
- What is that? What's with the hat? | - You don't like the hat?
People want to see | Lance Barton, comedian.
Lance Barton, everybody. | Come on.
- No boos. | - No boos.
- Here comes Booey. | - Let's get ready.
Lance Barton, everybody.
Don't touch me, man.
Hey, what's up, Apollo?
Where'd you get that hat, man?
Yeah. Yeah, all right. So, uh-
How come every time...
a airplane crash,
all they can ever find | is the black box?
Yeah. I got roaches. | Who here got roaches?
Everybody got roaches, man. | It's Harlem.
Yeah. Yeah, | everybody got roaches.
Yeah, man. I got some roaches | in my house, man.
Get your ass offstage, Booey. | That shit ain't funny.
Hey, you suck!
Come on. Hold it together.
I know this girl so ugly, | she had to wear makeup on the radio.
All by myself
Don't wanna be
- All by myself | - No!
- Ow! Ow! Hey! | - Anymore
All by myself
You out there with a new hat. | You need a new act.
Well, if I'm so unfunny, | how come you're still my manager?
Lance, you're funny... offstage.
- But onstage, you're, um- | - I'm what?
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