Welcome Home, Roscoe Jenkins Page #3

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As if time stood still.

It has. I told you,

don't nothing ever

happen around here.

What the hell?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC

PLAYING ON RADIO)

That sh*t was

tight, right?

(WHOOPING)

Oh, damn!

Oh, my God, baby,

you get me

so freaking hot!

Do you know them?

I don't know her,

but that's

my cousin Reggie.

You got your jewelry?

You got your purse?

All right?

'Cause the boy

could con Jesus.

Oh, no. Oh, no,

that's him.

Oh, that's him!

Who?

Here he comes,

here he comes.

My nigga

Roscoe Steven Jenkins!

Hollywood did came to town!

(CHUCKLES) What's up?

What's up, dawg?

What up, cuz?

What up, cuz?

How you doing?

How you do...

(LAUGHING)

Come on, man,

give it up!

Man, what's happening?

All right.

Oh, man,

look at what you...

Look, you got them

picnic tablecloth pants on.

"Hey, Boo-Boo,

let me get another

picnic basket."

(LAUGHING) I guess Outkast's

about to name their third

member. Li'I Roscoe 1000.

Yeah, but don't be mad

'cause you ain't up

on the style.

Ain't that right, baby?

Roscoe?

Why do you

call him Roscoe?

That's his government name.

(NERVOUS LAUGH)

Oh, not into

full disclosure.

I see.

Okay.

Welcome to

the family.

(LAUGHS)

Thank you.

Lookie here,

lookie here.

First it was Survivor,

now it's America's

Next Top Model.

Oh, stop it.

Really?

Oh, hell, yeah, really!

My God, I'll drink

your dishwater, bathwater,

all types of waters.

I'll drink

all your waters.

Boy, you do your thing.

Get... Get off me.

Look at you

doing your thing, boy!

Hey, will you stop that?

Thing, boy!

You do your thing.

Get off me!

(LAUGHS) Do your thing,

boy. You do your thing.

Hey, get off.

Hey, why'd you

keep checking

my pockets, Reggie?

Oh, you do your thing.

Man, you need to get me

out there to LA.

Would you

lookie here?

Look.

Hi!

Hi!

I'm Amy.

Yeah, me and Amy

are friends, man.

You know what I'm saying?

She's been a real inspiration

to me, putting my new

hip-hop album out.

You know what

I'm saying?

And my dad's company

is financing it.

It's Pimp Nasty

Records! Word!

Pimp Nasty?

AMY:
(LAUGHS) Like that.

So everything is...

Hey, boy, what the...

What you doing?

Get back! Get back!

Water rat!

That's a water rat,

right there.

(GROWLING)

Get back.

Get back.

Reg, come on.

It's okay, Fifi.

RJ:
Reggie, man.

She's a dog, man.

It's Fiona.

Yo quiero Taco Bell.

I ain't know

what it was, man.

I thought it was

a little fur coat with

some feet, or something,

that damn walked

over here, boy.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Man, Mama J

sent us down here

to get some ice.

And?

We're probably

gonna need about 300.

$300?

Yeah.

For some ice?

For some ice.

You must think

I'm a damn fool.

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