Honey

- Two?

- Two.

Here.

Damn!

- Whoo!

- Hi, hi, hi. - Where you been?

You were supposed to be here at midnight.

Girl, you can't rush perfection.

Hurry up and finish so we can get on out there.

- Okay, one more minute.

- Okay.Just in time for a drink on the house?

- You know it.

- Make that two.

- Tonight's your lucky night.

- You are my new favorite bartender.

Sweetie, she's not gonna be here

much longer.

l don't know why you're so eager

for me to quit this gig.

As long as l work here, we both get

to dance and drink for free.

Girl, when you make it,

they gonna let us in anywhere we want.

- What she gonna make it as?

- You'll see.

Thank you.

Time's up.

Bye.

See ya, Honey.

Hey!

Hey, girl.

How are you?

l'm good.

Ah, look who's here-- Katrina.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

That's hot.

Come on. Let's go.

Ooh! l don't like them, bitch.

Damn, girl!

- Yeah!

Oh! Look at that bitch, y'all.

Yo, she's takin' our shit!

l told you.

- Oh, man!

Listen, girl, you got talent.

You bottle that shit up,

sell it, get paid, paid, paid.

- Excuse me would work.

- Hold up, Katrina.

- l think you owe her an apology.

- l don't owe anybody anything,

especially not some section eight,

no-rhythm-having club ho.

People pay me to dance.

Be gone. Whoo.!

Bitch!

Gina.! Gina.!

- Let me go!

- What? What? That ain't your hair anyway.

Get off me.

Gina, that's my job.

You can't be wilding out in there.

Please. She started it.

That shit was unbelievable.

Whoo!

Oooh.

Huh, huh!

Huh, huh!

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Go, Benny.

Go, Benny. Go, Benny.

Go, Benny. Go, Benny.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

That was hot.

Look at him, checking you out

like he all grown.

- Your mama know you're out here?

- His mother ain't lookin' for nothin'

but her crackhead boyfriend.

- Don't you talk about her.

Oooh.

Hey.

l like that.

Your flavor's hot.

Okay, l got it.

You're a biter now.

- Oooh!

- You guys should come to my class.

- Your class?

- l teach hip-hop at the center.

- The center?

l ain't feelin' that mommy and me hip-hop.

None of that.

- l'll come.

- Oh, okay, cutie.

All right, kids. Clear out.

Get outta here.!

- Come on. Come on.

- Hurry up!

- lt's cool, Officer.

- These kids are always hustling people back here.

Be careful, ladies.

Hey, Miss Jones.

Honey.

Yo!

You dropped your paper.

Ah, you're lookin' out, Honey.

Shoot,John.

Yo, Chaz,

you're the one , man.

Hey, everybody.

Listen up.

Hey, guys.

- l got a new remix from D.J. Scratch

at the Overdrive.

All right! Come on, guys.

Let's loosen up.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- Oooh!

ls she all right?

She slipped on some water.

You okay?

Quit it.

lt doesn't matter how you mess up,

as long as you keep countin'. All right?

Watch this. One and two,

three and four.

See, Letitia, baby,

you're my inspiration.

Okay, let's throw that in

after the clap.

l'm glad you could make it.

Come on. This isn't a pageant.

Step in the back and fall in. All right?

We'll break it down for you.

Come on, y'all. Let's go.

Fall in.

Come on, little man. You're in front.

So, let's break it down, all right?

From the top.!

Five, six,

seven, eight.

One and two, three, four,

five, six, seven and eight.

Elbows. One, two, three, four.

- We'll just take it that far.

- Suckers.

- Let's see it.Joey, count 'em in.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

- One and two, three, four,

- Why we come here?

five, six, seven and eight.

One, two, three, four.

- lf you wanna learn, keep with the counts.

- Learn?

Lady, l'm schooling you.

Whoa.!

All right.

- Pay no mind to them.

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