The Least Among You Page #6

Afraid? Afraid of what?

Afraid to find out who Roscoe really is.

That's what I'm afraid of?

You know what, brother,

you afraid of this right here, Negro.

-That's what you're afraid of!

-Calm down.

No, don't tell me to freaking calm down

in here, okay?

-Man, I'll let this .38 pop up in here, okay?

-Roscoe, stop it!

Man, Roscoe, get on your nerves, can't he?

Come on. Let's get you out of here now.

Come on, get out of here

before your mama catch you.

-See you later.

-All right, all right.

Please, Mr. Leak, after six weeks,

your pronunciation should be better.

Yes, sir.

I still don't understand

the relevance of speaking Greek.

Really? In studying

the pastor's role in the world,

the original Greek, in the New Testament,

might be an important place to start,

wouldn't you say?

How does it help people?

I mean, it seems more esoteric

than real world.

So you're not interested in the theology

behind your actions?

-The "why" of it all?

-Some of us aren't here to be theologians.

Preachers can pontificate all they want,

leap around in hysterics,

but unless people are compelled

by the "why" of their action,

they will have no following.

No results. That is real world.

Class dismissed.

Mr. Kelly...

I'm an A student.

You know,

we don't have to pass people here.

Sorry, Mom.

Hey, Roscoe, you better put that thing away

before my mom comes in and sees it.

-Mama, look, my stomach's gonna pop.

-Mine, too.

Now, Roscoe, how come

you never invite your mama?

You know we got enough.

I will, if I see her.

We just finished.

Did you train that boy

how to speak to his daddy?

Hello, Marvin, you just missed a nice meal.

Maybe I could warm some up for you.

-Some other time.

-Hey, now, I got bills to pay.

-And I ain't?

-Yeah, with your bookie.

Here. Here, here. Just take it.

But pay me back.

That's our money!

Got nothing to do with you!

Don't you hit him like that!

This is still my house, my rules, my family!

My roof!

You ain't man enough.

Your daddy loves you.

He just needs a little work, that's all.

-I don't have a father.

-Don't you say that! Don't you ever say that.

He is still your father, isn't he?

-Richard Kelly...

-Yeah?

-Who wants tapioca?

-I do.

-Me too.

-I'll bring three.

You're okay.

Hey, hey, I got two tickets

to the Rams game against Dallas.

Don Meredith and "Bullet" Bob Hayes.

Ought to be a good one.

-Don't think so. Can't.

-Come on, man.

-Good date. Be fun.

-Too many papers coming up.

I mean, I can find you a pretty girl.

Like who? Your sister? What about her?

-She's cute.

-Yeah, that wouldn't be appropriate.

Yeah, just what I thought.

-"No colored boy is gonna date my sister."

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