Get on the Bus

- What?

- Yo, dog, I ain't going.

I'm getting on that bus.

Now that means

you are getting on that bus.

We look stupid!

Oh, now you want to be

all embarrassed.

You should've

thought about that before.

- Dog, I ain't going.

- Call me "dog" again...

...and see if I don't knock you

flat on your ass.

Now, I'm getting on that bus and you

are going right along with me.

I am your father.

You are my son.

So let's get on the bus, okay?

Walk.

Gary...

...stop looking at me like that.

Shelly, are we cool...?

No, we're not cool,

and we're not finished either.

You'll feed Kaya for me?

I'll feed him, walk him and watch him

crap! I'm looking forward to it.

You make it sound like I'm

running off with another woman.

You expect me to get moist like

you're doing something incredible?

This whole thing is sexist

and exclusionary.

- Exclusionary?

- Yes!

How would you feel if the march

was only for dark-skinned brothers?

How can Farrakhan call a march

for dark-skinned brothers...

...when Farrakhan's about your

complexion, with straight hair?

- Fine!

- Gonna kiss me? Kiss me goodbye?

Gary, I'm late for work.

I love you anyway.

Don't forget to watch CNN.

We're not done talking.

- I know we're not.

- Gary.

I'll call you when

we get to Arkansas.

- Okay.

- How you doing today?

Looks like the brothers

are boarding.

Welcome aboard, welcome aboard.

I'd have hated

being on your plantation.

Runaway slave wouldn't have

stood a chance against you.

Court order says I have to keep my son

tethered for 72 hours.

But it's cool.

We're working it out, right, Evan?

All right.

Welcome aboard the Spotted Owl.

All right, go on.

We're ready to ride into history.

Step right up on in.

Come on. Anybody else going to the

Million Man March, get on the bus!

- How you feeling?

- Okay, Pop. You?

Never felt better in my life!

Then give me some of what you got.

How you doing?

Welcome aboard the Spotted Owl.

Black power, brothers!

Black power.

- Black power.

- Black power.

Black power.

Sounds like he's stuck in the '60s.

- Got it?

- Yeah, I got it, thank you.

Thank you very much.

My name...

...is Jeremiah Washington.

- Jamal.

- Glad to meet you, Jamal.

- Not much legroom, is there?

- No.

I'll have to stretch these bones

every chance I get.

Ain't that the truth?

Them fools back at the barbershop...

...they asked me what I hoped to

accomplish by going to the march.

These black men, nagging at me.

- What'd you say?

- I said I'd be first in line...

...at the revolution

while they'd be bringing up the rear.

And by the time I return

from Washington...

...my behind's gonna be

20 years younger.

- Fountain of youth, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

The Miracle at the Mall,

that's what I'm looking for.

And that's what I'll get.

Craig, how's it going?

- Let's roll it.

- We ready to roll, peoples.

If you're going to the Slauson

swap meet, the Brentwood mansion...

...or the La Brea Tar Pits,

your black ass is on the wrong bus.

This bad boy is going

to Washington, DC...

...for the Million Man March!

- I'm George, this is Craig.

- Say, fellas.

We'll get you to and from the march

safely, in six days.

- We hope.

- There are some rules we must observe.

One, and this is for you, Pop.

No drinking alcohol

while on this bus.

Two, no smoking.

And three...

...most important, and this

I ain't bullshitting about...

...no using or possessing

illegal substances.

There's a bathroom in the back.

I trust that none of you men

are women.

If you are, you're some of the

ugliest broads I ever seen in my life.

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