George Washington Page #4

He's supposed to act more mature.

But you know what? I found somebody better.

- Who? | - George.

George? George is stupid.

- Oh, God. | - His skull ain't even fused together, man.

He can't even take baths. He stink.

He wear the same jeans every day.

He don't even talk, man. | I think something wrong with that boy for real.

You know what? This is not | even your problem. Why...

- It is my problem. | - No, it's not.

Yes, it is, because Buddy is like | my little brother, all right?

And I'm just tryin' to look out for him.

You his first girlfriend. This is comin' from | my heart right here, you know?

You just tryin' to act like | your sister or somethin', tryin' to be...

...fast.

- "What's wrong with you?" | - You know what?

I don't really care what you think.

I mean, I like Buddy up to a certain point.

But you know what? He acts too much like | a little kid, so I found somebody...

...else.

I don't want him goin' around goin' crazy | because some stupid little girl...

...dumped him.

I just wanna know | why "you two"... "why you trippin'."

Because he's too young. Case closed.

I've got people waitin' for me, | so I'll talk to you later.

All right, whatever.

George knew if his uncle found his dog...

...he'd end up killing it...

"'cause he was always killin'stuff"...

...bangin'on things and makin'traps.

The dog was very old and lazy...

...and just ugly...

...but George still loved it.

"It"... "It had bumps. " I mean, not bumps.

More like bugs and fleas and ticks.

All kinds of pests, like, all over its legs.

Oh, that I were as in the months of old...

...as in the days when God watched over me:

When His lamp shone over my head...

...and by His light | I walked through darkness:

When I was in my prime:

When the friendship of God was upon my tent:

When the Almighty was with me:

When my children were around me:

When my steps were washed with milk...

...and the rock poured | out for me streams of oil.

Thank you.

Hey, is that the Bible or Shakespeare?

" I mean, they"... | Yes, there are nice people here.

It's a nice town. I mean, | it's like any other place, I guess.

But it's got its good parts, | and then on the other side of the coin...

...there are the bad parts too.

But it's really too bad you can't see | the stars on account of all the smoke.

Man, you know what? | My room ain't got no windows anyway.

Hey, man, are you still | hanging out with that girl Nasia?

No, man. She dumped me last week at church.

- What? | - Yep.

- Geez. | - For my friend George Richardson.

- Uh-uh. | - It's kind of stupid, though. I mean...

I gave my all to her.

I mean, a plastic ring and a kiss.

I mean, it's the thought that counts.

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