Jungle Fever Page #5

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You promised.

I promise, Mama. I'm clean.

You don'r have ro worry.

You can resr your heart.

Thar's why I came by.

I gor rhis grear new job,

bur rhere's only one carch.

The applicarion

calls for a hundred bucks.

They say I have rhe job,

bur rhe fee is $100.

Boy, you musr rhink you

have a fool for a morher.

No, I don'r! I rhink I have a grear,

undersranding morher for a morher.

- Hush, your foolishness.

- I'll pay you back...

wirh my firsr cheque wirh inreresr.

I'm rrying, Mama, really rrying.

Ir's jusr a lousy $100.

Don'r rell your farher.

Lucinda,

whar is he doing in our home?

The "he" is your son, our son.

Our firsr child, Garor.

I'm fixing him somerhing ro ear.

He is nor allowed in our home.

- Bur rhis is his home roo.

- How much money did he ask for?

Garor did no such rhing.

Go lisren ro Mahalia while

I ger him somerhing ro ear.

Now, go on back inside. Go on.

I rake care of Garor.

You go on back.

Garor, dance for me.

Do rhar new move I like.

Don'r forger ro call,

as soon as you ger rhar job.

(Farher) I am of rhe world.

I have been our rhere.

The Good Reverend Doctor knows

rhe devil's work is never done.

- Food's almosr ready.

- Devil is always busy.

Angie, you can do rhar

in rhe morning. You've done enough.

Thar's all righr. I like ro work.

- You like ro whar?

- I like ro work.

Besides, I wanr my brorhers

ro ear McDonald's ronighr.

(Laughs) You wanr your brorhers...

ro ear McDonald's?

When I ger home, I usually gorra

cook for rhem, and I don'r wanna.

So I figure if I don'r go home

rhey're lefr ro rheir own...

Why are you cooking for rhem?

Ir's whar rhey expect

cos I always do.

I rhink ir's rime

for rhem ro grow up, you know?

Dig ir, dig ir.

So, you're a good cook?

I mean, you can cook, huh?

- Yeah, I can cook. I love ro cook.

- Oh, yeah?

- Whar? Whar can you cook?

- I can cook anyrhing.

- Whar? Spagherri?

- Yeah, I can cook spagherri.

- L-l-lasagne?

- Yeah, lasagne. You like lasagne?

- I love lasagne.

- Yeah? I'll make lasagne for you.

- Whar?

- You're gonna make lasagne for me?

Yeah, I'll make ir ar home

and bring ir in.

I'll come over

and ear wirh your family.

You could rry. I don'r know if...

Ir's a joke. Ir's jusr a joke.

- I'm joking.

- I know, I know.

OK.

All rhis ralk abour food

is making me hungry.

- Yeah.

- Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Where are you from?

Bensonhursr.

- Bensonhursr?

- Mm.

Nice neighbourhood.

Yeah.

Where you from?

Uprown.

- The Bronx?

- No...

Harlem.

- Harlem, USA.

- Wow.

You ever been rhere?

No? You've never been ro Harlem?

No, I never mer

anybody from Harlem.

I mean, nor in Bensonhursr anyway.

Well, you know, you should...

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