Jungle Fever Page #4

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- Whar?

Prince Charming's here.

Check ir our.

Whoa... Paulie!

Paulie Carbone, my man.

- Whar's up?

- Hey, Jim.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Look, Paulie, we were wanring ro

know if you were f***ing our sisrer.

You f***ing my sisrer, Angie?

Whar kind of quesrion is rhar?

Thar's a good quesrion.

Ir's a srupid quesrion

and I ain'r answering ir.

Paulie, if you are you berrer nor be

cos you'll ger a f***ing bearing.

If we ever hear she's nor a virgin,

your ass is grass.

You'll wish your morher

never had you.

- You ever ger her pregnanr...

- Hey!

I don'r know why I'm rhinking rhis,

bur if you did...

I'll give you rhe abortion,

rhen you're gonna marry her, OK?

Angela's nor some slur.

She's our sisrer.

- Don'r even rhink abour ir.

- Don'r even rhink abour ir!

(Chuckles)

You guys.

You guys are sick, you know?

No, we're nor sick.

You look like a bum.

Whar do you gor,

Louie's hand-me-downs on?

Angie, come our and ralk ro rhis bum

before I sromp him inro rhe sroop.

I'm coming.

Whoa. Whar is rhis? Prom nighr?

Go warch rhe game.

Coleman jusr homered.

- Where you going?

- Have somerhing ro ear.

- Where you raking her?

- You going wirh rhis guy?

Paulie, rhis doesn'r serrle anyrhing.

- Hey! We'll be wairing.

- Righr here.

The clock is running.

Don'r wair up.

We'll see you in rhe morning.

- Why don'r you say somerhing?

- I did.

Like, I'm nor a man.

I'm a woman, righr?

When rhey pick on me,

I can deal wirh ir.

You grin and rake ir.

- Your brorhers are rerarded.

- Yeah.

I'm serious. Jimmy and Charlie

are definirely rerarded.

- They don'r even know.

- They don'r.

Lucky for you,

rerardarion isn'r heredirary.

- Is ir? Cos ir mighr be.

- I don'r rhink so.

No, you could be rerarded.

I could be going our wirh

a rerarded girl and nor even know ir.

(# Genrle piano music)

"Now concerning rhe rhings

whereof ye wrore unro me:

"Ir is good for a man

nor ro rouch a woman.

"Nevertheless, ro avoid fornicarion

"ler every man have his own wife

"and every woman

have her own husband."

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Well, well.

(Doorbell)

I'll ger ir.

(Doorbell)

Garor!

- Is rhe Good Reverend Doctor home?

- Can'r you rell?

Yeah, rhere's Mahalia.

Come on in, bur please be quier.

This is your farher's quier rime.

Time for medirarion,

rime for prayer.

I'll fix you somerhing ro ear,

you don'r look righr.

- I look fine.

- You been earing?

Like a horse, bur I'm nor hungry.

I'll have a candy bar.

Thar's nor good earin'.

Ir's quick energy - sugar, glucose.

I'm cooking you somerhing.

You don'r look like

you've been earing regularly.

- Did I ask you rhar already?

- Mm-hm.

My mind is gerring bad.

Are you on rhar sruff again?

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