The Wanderers Page #3

The Colored.

How about you guys?

What do you say after school, Eye-talian?

Let's talk some straight talk.

Let's call a spade a spade.

Let's talk straight. Give me some names.

Come on.

N*gger.

Grease ball.

- Yeah.

- That's right.

Jungle bunny.

Swamp Guinea.

Handkerchief head.

Mountain wop.

Bogey.

Guinea.

Coon!

Dago.

Watch you mouth, boo-boo.

Spear-chucker!

Motherf***er, I'm gonna chuck a spear

up your ass!

Hold it! I can't write that fast.

Is that it? That's all?

We ran out of names pretty fast.

What did we learn here today?

Mr. Sharp, the white boys forgot

a couple of names.

They forgot spade...

...spooks and jigs.

Put that on the board.

How did you guys forget those names?

There must have been

a mental lapse, Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp, I think it's because...

...they are a bunch of dumb-ass,

grease ball, Guinea, wop...

You black bastard.

F*** you, dago motherf***er!

- Jigaboo!

- Your mama.

- You ain't got one.

- What'd you say?

F*** you!

Hold it!

Hold it.

We'll meet you at Prince Charles' Field,

okay? Saturday.

You got it. Saturday at noon.

No guns and no knives.

I want everybody after school, everybody.

F***in' hang that little bastard.

That's the only way you're going to learn

about brotherhood!

What's the matter with you guys?

Haven't you heard '"sticks and stones

will break my bones...

'"...but names will never hurt me'"?

Come on, motherf***er!

All you motherfuckers!

Get down there!

What's the matter with you animals?

Any homework?

We don't want to get into this.

I know the neighborhood's changed,

but are you guys chickenshit?

- You guys started it.

- We didn't start it.

- We heard you did.

- You heard wrong.

- What else?

- We ain't Italian.

I know you ain't Italian.

Come on, what do you say?

We say good luck to you.

Yeah, good luck, faggots.

Motherfucking faggots.

Come back here.

We're with you. No n*gger will face this.

What are you doing?

We don't need those. Put it away.

You kidding me?

Those guys will show up with pieces.

Don't trust them.

You got to go for them first.

- He got a point, Richie.

- Me and Clinton agreed.

- No guns or knives.

- You gonna trust that n*gger?

You don't know where you're living.

We ain't going with you without these.

Then you ain't going with us.

Nice knowing you guys.

Have fun.

F***ing pussies.

I don't know, man.

Come on.

Look, Richie, call my friends, the Baldies.

Those guys like me.

Call them, I think they'll come in with us.

With them in, it's all over.

Listen, I ain't calling those guys.

I got my pride.

Sometimes all you got is pride.

Got to hold your head up high.

I seen this movie once

where this guy was tortured by the Japs...

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