Mo' Better Blues Page #5

The black man is God.

l'm sick and tired|of your Five Percenter malarkey.

lt's not Five Percenter.|lt's Five Percent.

Five percent of what?

Five percent of the population|knows what's going on,

the gods of this planet, the original|Asiatic black man from Africa

with knowledge of self,|sent here to teach the 85%

that you're dumb, deaf, and blind.

You're being exploited|by the devilish ten percent.

- Don't cut my wisdom!|- You're talking garbage!

Acknowledge it! People should've|been in long time ago.

Don't be looking at your Timex.|The people get in when l want them to.

- And when is that?|- Whoa, whoa!

The time is when, God. Lounge.

The both of you can kiss|my narrow black butt... two times.

Twice.

Kiss your narrow black butt two times?

What if l kick you on your flat back|once and watch you grow a butt?

Relax, man.

You ain't got no butt. You just got|two legs sticking out your shoulders.

Lounge, man. Go in peace, my brother.

- One day you'll be righteous.|- You look like a Slim Jim in a suit.

Lounge, man.

That's what the devil wants,|us fighting each other.

- Where's Left?|- Late again.

- B, every day it's like this.|- Yeah, l know, l warned him.

- We have to talk to this guy.|- l talked to him earlier.

- When?|- l'll bet he's with Jeanne.

That's a sucker's bet.

- Take off, sh*t.|- Sorry l'm late.

You cannot find cab|in New York Oity.

Left, you're late again.

We said we're sorry, OK?

- All right, all right.|- OK, OK.

What did l miss?

lf your late sorry ass would've|been here, you'd have missed nada.

- We're about to go over the numbers.|- Then l didn't miss anything.

- Damn.|- What's the matter with that brother?

Jeanne, could you| excuse us, please?

Just one minute.|l'll be finished, just one minute.

- Tighten this up up here.|- OK, OK.

- Could you excuse us, please?|- Just a minute. l'm finishing.

What is wrong with that brother?

Left, get her the f*** out of here!|Let's go!

Jeanne.

l'm going to be down front.

English. Speak English.

Bullshit accent. She's from Queens.

The wrong key, Left. The wrong key|bringing your lady in here.

- Let it go.|- Why are you so hard on my lady?

Why?

Your lady's been f***ing up.

Nobody's allowed back here,|especially when we're about to hit.

Everybody else's woman|respects that sh*t except her.

- No, no. lt's because she's white.|- Oos she's white?

- Yes.|- Come on.

That's why you all dog her.

- Get a grip, Left.|- You remind me of my brother.

He was an Archie comic book freak.

That's where all his money went.

- Yeah, he looks like Jughead.|- ls this a long story?

Shut up and listen.

They had these pinups|of Betty and Veronica in a bathing suit.

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