# I've got jungle fever She's got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# She's gone black-boy crazy I've gone white-girl hazy #
# Ain't no thinking maybe We're in love #
# She's got jungle fever I've got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# I've gone white-girl crazy She's gone black-boy hazy #
# We're each other's baby We're in love #
# I've got jungle fever She's got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# She's gone black-boy crazy I've gone white-girl hazy #
# Ain't no thinking maybe We're in love #
# She can't love me I can't love her #
# 'Cause they say We're the wrong color #
# Staring, gloating, Laughing, looking #
# Like we've done something wrong #
# Because we show love strong Get real, come on #
# Calling us names too bad to mention #
# But we pay them no attention #
# For color-blind are inner feelings #
# If we feel happiness And know our love's the best #
# Forget their mess I've got jungle fever #
# She's got jungle fever We've got jungle fever #
# We're in love #
# She's gone black-boy crazy I've gone white-girl hazy #
# Ain't no thinking maybe We're in love #
# She's got jungle fever I've got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# I've gone white-girl crazy She's gone black-boy hazy #
# We're each other's baby We're in love #
# Olatunji on the drums man #
# I've got jungle fever She's got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# She's gone black-boy crazy I've gone white-girl hazy #
# Ain't no thinking maybe We're in love #
# She's got jungle fever I've got jungle fever #
# We've got jungle fever We're in love #
# I've gone white-girl crazy She's gone black-boy hazy #
# We're each other's baby We're in love ##
Oh, shit.
Right there, right there. Oh, God, oh.
Don't wake the baby! Don't wake the baby!
You know you probably woke up Ming again.
Why do you always say that?
Because you always wake her up.
I'm not the vocal one, Flipper.
- You are. - Baby, I can't believe you said that.
Every day we go through the same thing.
You make too much noise. I love it, but you make a lot of noise.
I was very quiet.
Ming? Ming!
Ming-a-ling-a-ling, you're gonna be late for school.
Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up!
I know you're faking. I can see your eyes moving.
Last chance.
One, two, three. That's it.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
- Daddy, why did you do that? - Because you were faking.
That's why and you're gonna be late.
- Good morning. How are you? - Fine.
- How did you sleep? - Fine.
Good, okay. Put your slippers on.
You go to the bathroom, brush your teeth and wash your face.
Mommy'll be here to do your hair.
And this is what you're gonna wear, okay?
- Yes. - See you later. High five.
- Psych. - That's not fair.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Good morning, baby. Watch your hand. - Morning.
Daddy, why do you always hurting Mommy?
Eat your oatmeal.
Mommy's always screaming like you're hurting her.
Eat your oatmeal, baby.
Honey, you know what?
- Remember how we go to school and feed the pigeons? - Yes.
Remember the sparrow was biting that other sparrow on the booty...
- And I said... - I remember.
And the squirrels with the peanuts were biting each other?
- I think so. - I said it was a spring thing.
- I remember. - Mating season.
Well, baby, that's what your mom and dad are doing.
We're making love.
I know, I was testing you if you'd tell me the truth.
You knew. You little smarty.
You are too smart for your age.
- Mommy and Daddy... - Eat your oatmeal.
You doing it to be doing it or are you trying to make a baby?
- Eat your oatmeal. - I would like a baby brother.
So you feel full?
Yeah, that oatmeal is filling.
How do you like it?
I'm kinda tired of oatmeal.
- I'm tired of oatmeal myself. - You never eat your oatmeal.
Yeah, 'cause I'm tired of it.
- We should have Mommy fix something different. - We should tell her tomorrow.
You think that I don't know that you be awake.
That you have your door open every morning, listening.
You're trying to jive me to think you're asleep.
I know what's going on. You know that?
- Nothing gets past you. - Nothing gets past me.
Okay, baby, here.
I love you so much, mmmm!
- Have a nice day, okay? - Okay.
- Tell Mrs. Jones I said hello. Bye, baby. - Okay. Bye.
# This is Fun Day #
# On a fine day #
# When the air is filled with tweeting birds #
# That sing together in the sun #
# This is your day #
- Where'd you temp before? - I worked in a law firm.
- Could you wait here? - Sure.
Hey, Flip.
- Good tie, nice ensemble. Very sharp. - Thank you, Jerry.
Leslie, Tony's work is awful.
He's got this elevator shaft six inches off where it is supposed to be.
We caught that. Whew!
Listen, we have somebody we want you to meet.
She comes highly recommended.
- This is Angela Tucci. She's gonna be replacing Terri. - Hi.
- What? - She'll be replacing Terri.
- Glad to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
I'm looking forward to working for you.
We explained to the temp service how hardworking Terri was.
- Said give us the best you got. - And here she is.
Listen, just call me Angie. I don't like Angela.
- Angie it is. - Okay.
- You don't have a problem with this, do you, Flip? - No, no.
- All right. - She's all yours.
- Bye. - Uh...
- It went pretty well. - Yeah, of course.
- So your name is Angela Tucci? - Yeah.
- You're Italian? - What else would I be?
And you don't like to be called Angela.
Angie's fine.
Flip is a nice name.
If you don't mind my asking, what kind of a name is that?
My father.
If you don't mind me asking,
- how long have you been temping? - Since high school.
Have you ever worked in an architectural firm?
No, I haven't. But I learn really quick.
I like to learn new things, I like to be around new people.
- I like people. - You like people?
- I love people. - Uh-huh.
- Excuse me just a minute, okay? - Okay.
- Guys, what is this? - Someone needs a chill pill.
I asked for an African-American to replace Terri.
- You requested an Afro-American? - African-American.
Jerry, you know I did. I put it in writing.
I didn't see it. You see it?
If you don't like her, you send her back.
You tell her you didn't like her performance because she's white.
What? That's not the point.
She's been here five minutes, give her a chance.
This sounds dangerously like reverse discrimination.
What? This is not reverse discrimination.
Why is it that I'm the only person of color working in this office?
- Is that discrimination? - Why should we hire someone...
solely on the qualification of being an African-American?
That's not fair.
We hire who we feel...
is the best human being for the job.
Fine, fine.
Miss Angela Tucci it is.
I want you to know, I hope this works out.
Since she likes people.
- I think Angie's home. - Dinnertime.
All right, now to the graveyard.
- Why can't they kick ass... - Put 'em in the graveyard.
- What time is it? - The "N" train broke down.
- We're hungry. We're starving. - All right.
- How was your day? - It was good. New job.
Fancy place.
I'm glad they got rid of Strawberry. He was too much trouble.
If he wants his ass kissed, let him go to L.A. And let Lasorda kiss it.
He says he's a born-again Christian. Fuck born-again.
- Play the fucking game. - We're starving here, Ange.
- You three grown men crippled? - God forbid.
- Do your arms and fingers work? - Don't be mean.
- What's to eat, Ange? - You cook it. We'll help.
Yeah, help lift your fork to your mouth?
- Good, huh? - It's good.
No, no, that's plenty. I'm eating like a fucking pig.
Dad, are we gonna cuss at the dinner table?
Sorry, sweetheart.
Sorry. I'm still eating like a pig.
You guys, you should thank your sister.
- For what? - She works hard all day.
- Oh, we don't work now! - She rushes home. She cooks for us...
like your mother used to do, may she rest in peace.
- I like Mommy's cooking better. - So why don't you cook?
Jimmy, why don't you cook for the rest of the week?
- Jimmy's cooking for the rest of the week. - What's the matter?
- You're smart. - What's the matter with you?
- Didn't you just hear me say you should thank your sister? - Yeah.
You heard me? Did you understand what I meant?
I just said it. I was thinking that and I just said it.
This girl broke her ass for you. She made a dinner fit for kings.
And "I like Mommy's cooking better."
- Is that nice? - He got no brains.
I want you to apologize to your sister.
Fucking apologize.
Don't kick my chair. I'll put this fucking glass in your face.
- Why don't you apologize? - Shut the fuck up.
Shut up for ten minutes.
I was telling the truth. No one cooked like my mother.
- What a fucking life. - Just eat.
Angie, come on in here. Sit down and eat.
- You got no class. - A whole world affair you're making it into.
That's it. I've had it. Forget about it.
- I'm done. Come and sit down. - Just smack him in the head.
- Come and sit down. - Please, Ange.
- Flip. - What's up, Cyrus?
- You got any gum? - Gum, gum, gum, yeah.
Doublemint.
What's up, man?
Doing my 25 miles... daily.
- What's up with you? - Hey, brother.
I'm just a natural black man trying to survive...
in a cruel and harsh white corporate America.
- I don't know how you do it. - I don't know how you do it!
Hey, Cody.
How you doing? What's up, boy?
- How you feeling, man? - Hi, I'm fine, Vera. How you doing?
- What's Drew up to? - She's downstairs getting ready to cook.
- Tell her to give me a call. - All right, bye.
- See ya. - Come on, Cody, let's go downstairs.
Whew.
Ohhh.
- Vera, how you doing? - Hi, honey.
What are you staring at?
Those birth control pills enlarging your breasts.
Yeah, did you remember to pick up that prescription?
I forgot. I'm sorry.
- Oh, you weren't supposed to forget. - I forgot.
- When are we having some kids anyway? - I just got my promotion!
It's not an easy job to get.
You promised me you'd go back to school...
- before we had some kids. - That I did.
- You make all their money. - Been making all their money.
Their whole Japanese account is because of me.
They'd be crazy not to do this.
- Baby? - What?
I want you to be prepared, though, all right?
Prepared for what?
Prepared for if they say no.
- If they say no? - Look...
- No, no. They're not going to say no. - They'd be...
- They have no right to say no. I deserve this. - Totally crazy.
I've done everything they've ever asked me to do.
- Most of the money they make is because of me. - Totally!
- I deserve this. - You do!
- They're not going to say no. Don't think about it. - I'm not.
- No negative thoughts, right? - That's right.
- Right? - That's right.
- Positive thoughts. - Positive! I'm so positive.
What do you want, scumbag?
- I'd like to see your sister. - Angie's not home, Paulie.
Don't try to be slick and tell me she's not home.
You know and I know that she's washing dishes.
I want to see Angie now. Please, come on.
- Oh, Angie, it's for you. - What?
- Hi, Paulie. - Coming out?
Yeah, I ain't washing the dishes tonight.
The boys are. Charlie's washing, Jimmy's drying.
That's a change of pace.
Let me go.
- Yo, Jimmy? - What?
Prince Charming's here. Check it out.
- Whoa, Paulie. - Paulie Carbone, my man.
- What's up? - Hey, Jim.
- How you doing? - Good.
Look, Paulie, we was wanting to know...
if you were fucking our sister.
You fucking my sister?
What kind of question is that?
That's a good question.
It's a stupid question and I ain't answering it.
If you're fucking my sister, you better not be.
'Cause you'll get a fucking beating.
If we ever hear she's not a virgin, your ass is grass.
You're gonna wish your mother never had you.
- You get her pregnant... - Hey!
I don't know why I'm thinking this, but if you did...
I'm gonna give you the abortion, Paulie.
Then you're gonna marry her, okay?
Angela's not some slut. She's our sister.
- Don't even think about it. - Don't even think about it!
You guys. You guys are sick.
No, we're not sick.
You look like a bum. What do you got?
- Louie's hand-me-downs on? - Tu-eee.
Angie, come out here and talk to this bum...
- before I stomp him into the stoop. - I'm coming.
- Whoa. - What is this? Prom night?
Go finish watching the game. Coleman just homered.
- Where you going? - Have something to eat.
- Where you taking her? - You going with this guy?
Paulie, this doesn't settle anything.
- We'll be waiting, Paulie. - Waiting right here.
- You better be careful. - The clock is running.
Don't wait up. We'll see you in the morning.
- Paulie, why don't you say something? - I just did.
Like I'm not a man, I'm a woman, right?
When my brothers pick on me, I can deal with it.
When they pick on you, you grin and take it.
- With all due respect, your brothers are retarded. - Yeah.
I'm serious. Jimmy and Charlie are definitely retarded.
- The poor guys don't even know it. - They don't.
Lucky for you, retardation isn't hereditary.
- Is it? 'Cause it might be. - I don't think so.
No, you could be retarded.
I could be going out with a retarded girl and I don't even know it.
"Now concerning the things whereof ye wrote unto me:
"It is good for a man not to touch a woman.
"Nevertheless, to avoid fornication...
"let every man have his own wife...
and every woman have her own husband."
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Well, well.
I'll get it.
Gator!
Is the good reverend doctor home?
- Can't you tell? - Yeah, there's Mahalia.
Come on in, but please be quiet.
This is your father's quiet time.
Time for meditation, time for prayer.
Let me fix you something to eat. You don't look right.
- I look fine. - You been eating?
Like a horse, but I'm not hungry. I'll just have a candy bar.
That's not good eatin'.
It's quick energy, sugar, glucose, you know.
I'm cooking you something, just the same.
You don't look like you've been eating regularly.
- Did I ask you that already? - Mm-hmm.
My mind is getting bad.
Are you on that stuff again? You promised.
I promise, Mama. I'm straight, I'm clean.
You don't have to worry about me anymore.
You can rest your heart. That's why I came by here.
I got this great new job, but there's one catch.
The application calls for one hundred bucks.
They say I have the job.
But the fee is $100.
Boy, you must think you have a fool for a mother.
No, I don't! I think I have a great, understanding mother.
- Hush, your foolishness. - I'll pay you back...
with my first check with interest.
I'm trying, Mama. It's just a lousy $100.
Don't tell your father.
Lucinda, what is he doing in our home?
The "he" is your son, our son; our first child, Gator.
And I'm fixing him something to eat.
He is not allowed in our home.
- But this is his home too. - How much money did he ask for?
Gator did no such thing.
Go listen to Mahalia while I get him something to eat.
Now, go on back inside.
Go on.
I take care of Gator. You go on back.
Gator, dance for me. Do that new move I like.
Don't forget to call me as soon as you get that job.
I am of the world.
I have been out there.
The good reverend doctor knows. The devil's work is never done.
- Food's almost ready. - The devil is always busy.
Angie, you can do that in the morning.
- You done enough. - That's all right. I like to work.
- You like to what? - I like to work.
Besides, I want my father and brothers to eat McDonald's tonight.
You want your father and brothers...
to eat McDonald's?
See, when I get home, I usually gotta cook and I don't wanna.
So I figure if I don't go home they're left to their own...
They're grown men. Why you cooking for them?
It's what they expect 'cause I always do.
- I think it's time for them to grow up. - Dig it, dig it.
So you're a good cook? You can cook, huh?
- Yeah, I can cook. I love to cook. - Oh, yeah?
- What? What can you cook? - I can cook anything.
- What? Spaghetti? - Yeah, I can cook spaghetti.
- Lasagna? - Yeah, lasagna. You like lasagna?
- I love lasagna. - Oh, yeah? I'll make lasagna for you.
- What? - You're gonna make lasagna for me?
Yeah, I'll make lasagna. I'll make it at home and bring it in for you.
Why don't I come over and eat it with your family?
You could try. I don't know if...
It's a joke. It's just a joke.
- I'm joking. - I know, I know.
Okay.
- Shoot, all this talk about food is making me hungry. - Yeah.
Are you hungry?
Yeah.
Where you from?
Bensonhurst.
- Bensonhurst? - Mmm.
Nice neighborhood.
Yeah.
Where you from?
Uptown.
- The Bronx? - No. Harlem.
- Harlem, U.S.A. - Wow.
You ever been there?
No? You've never been to Harlem?
No, I've never met anybody from Harlem.
I mean, not in Bensonhurst anyway.
Well, you know, you should...
you should go.
You'd like it. There's a lot of nice people there.
Yeah.
Mmm.
- You like it? - When you put soy sauce on it.
I don't like the soy sauce so much.
What?
- What? - What are you looking at?
Wait, don't tell me. I know.
I know what you're thinking.
You're going,
"Wow! Look at your skin color,
"How dark it is.
"I love your color complexion.
"I mean, I'm so white, I'm so pale.
"I get sun now and then when I hang out at Jones Beach.
- But nothing like that!" - I hate the beach.
You're definitely not a mind reader.
I do admit I was looking at your skin.
Boy, it's amazing,
this preoccupation with color.
I mean here you are staring at me.
My experiences, my people,
I've been called every...
Black, dot, smut,
midnight, spot.
Every black derogatory name you could ever think of.
And then white people comment all the time.
They love it.
It's a deep, dark tan.
Sorry.
It's kind of messed up, huh?
Yeah, it really is.
It's beautiful.
You happy?
Um, we've been going out...
for a long time, since high school.
How does he treat you?
He's all right.
Just all right?
He's a nice guy.
He's just from the neighborhood.
It's the kind of thing I'm outgrowing.
Yeah?
I'm just saying, I mean,
you like all these things,
but you're temping.
I think you could be doing a lot more than that.
- Guess it's time to go home, right? - Yeah.
- You want any more? - No.
- Sure? - Positive, positive.
How long does it take you to get back to Bensonhurst?
40, 45 minutes.
And your...
boyfriend meets you at the subway station?
- No. - No?
No.
What, there's no one there waiting for you?
- Is that safe? - Yeah.
- Let me help you with this. - Thank you.
You know, Angie, um...
I've never cheated on my wife before.
I mean, I'm married.
Happily married.
I know.
I kinda figured that.
- Okay? - Yeah.
- Wait. - Ohhh.
- Take this off. - Ohhh.
What's the matter, Daddy?
Is there something wrong?
How come you're not talking to me, Daddy?
You're usually full of laughs and everything.
Bye.
Paulie, how many Daily News did you order?
75.
- How many Posts? - 50.
How many Newsday?
Papa, I order the same number every day...
and every day you ask me the same question.
- I gotta know. - You do know. It never changes.
You kidding? Newspapers change every day.
Here.
- Eat your breakfast, okay? - Yeah.
- Call me at lunchtime. - I'll call you at lunchtime.
- Okay. All right? - Hey, hey, wait.
You gonna say good-bye to your mother?
Okay.
- Call me at lunchtime. - I'll call you at lunchtime.
Lock the door.
# Running for your life by the night #
# Running from your wife Yipes #
# You should have stuck with home #
Turn this shit off!
- Hey! - It's giving me a headache!
- It's P. E! - I don't care! I don't like it!
- Flavor Flav, man. I like it. - I like Madonna.
Madonna's out. Old! Okay?
Look, I gotta go inside for a second.
- You said we were gonna spend the day together. - We are, okay?
- Wait here. - Take me with you.
- No, no, all right? - Come on, you always hang out with those goombahs.
- Ten minutes. - All right. Hurry up. Hurry up.
Hi, Vinny.
- What are you talking about? - It harasses me.
I can't tell you nothing.
Paulie, give me another egg cream, will you?
Every day I see you reading. What's with this reading?
Some guy makes up some story, fuck 'em. It's a waste of time.
Tell me one thing that I don't know that's important from your reading.
Right here, I'm reading this story right here.
- Yeah, so what? - I'll tell you what.
These Sicilian guys in Louisiana had a factory.
It was around 1899...
and they gave the black workers equal status.
The regular white people found out and lynched...
the five Italian guys who owned the factory, that's so what.
Good, they got what they deserved.
They shouldn't have got involved with no niggers.
- That's not the point. - That's my fucking point.
- Give me the money for Lotto. - Put it on my tab.
Give me the money. Tab, my ass.
Paulie, give me another chocolate egg cream.
That's five egg creams you're drinking.
What, does Donna got you in a state?
I think she's banging the blond-headed guy.
The one with the big blue eyes, the pretty boy.
- What's that supposed to mean? - # Oh pretty boy #
I'm only telling ya.
Just 'cause I don't look like that:
Tall, blond, blue eyes.
That don't mean I don't feel like that.
What am I? Some kind of Neanderthal?
These fucking Italian girls. They're all the same.
You'd think... You'd think they'd want their own kind.
Nah, nah. What do they want?
Fucking Robert Redford they want. Harrison Ford.
They got money, that's why.
Who's that other WASP? William Hurt.
White Anglo-Saxon pricks.
Those bums don't know shit about fucking romance.
- Guess who's coming now. - Guess who's coming.
Veeshay, what's up?
- Good morning, Paulie. The usual. - Good morning, Orin.
One Daily News for your parents...
and one Newsday for you.
Yeah, what else? Have you talked to your father yet?
- About what? - About the possibility of getting The Times in here.
- The Sunday Times at least. - I did.
He says it don't sell. It don't sell, he don't order. Simple, supply and demand.
- I'll keep trying. - Thank you.
Here. Oh, I got something for you.
I picked up that application from Brooklyn College.
It's a lot of information,
but don't let that scare you.
- Thanks for remembering. - No problem. I'll see you later, bye.
Have a good day.
She ain't bad for a black girl.
- Enough already, all right? - She's a beautiful girl.
- Beautiful. - Every morning the same shit.
- I don't believe it. - She looks like Diana Ross.
Paulie, where's my egg cream?
- She does. - Tell her we don't sell Ebony and Jet?
We don't get the Amsterdam News either.
Yeah, but tell her you can get copies in Bed-Stuy.
- Tell her to move over there? - Shut up, Orin is nice people.
- You don't know class when you see it. - My ass.
Gentlemen, I, um...
I think we all know why we're here.
My contribution to this company's success and growth...
speaks for itself.
Jerry, Leslie, you know I've worked very hard...
and put in some very long hours.
- We know that. - We both know that.
And now I think it's time for a vertical move.
I have moved as lateral as I can go.
And I think the only fair thing to do...
is to accept me into the position of partner.
Now, I'm not making any demands.
- I'm just saying that... - You're not making any demands?
You ask for a partnership? That's not a demand?
I'm asking what I'm due. I deserve this.
I'm the next one in line. And besides, you promised.
- We promised in due time. - "In due time" is what we said.
Look, fellows, time is due.
Look, we both understand...
how anxious you are.
And how patient you've been.
But we can't do this now.
Not at this time.
When?
Honestly, I can't say. I, uh...
You can't say?
Flipper, what is the deal here? What is...
Is this an issue of money or is it this new secretary?
- It has nothing to do with the secretary. Don't patronize me. - I'm not.
- You know that I work very hard. - I work hard too!
- I bust my balls, Jerry. I work seven days a week! - I bust my balls too.
- How long you been with this company, Flipper? - From the very beginning.
What does that say? Mast and Covington.
I helped create that. That's my design up there.
I set up this goddamn company with...
Still,
we can't do this now.
Well,
that really disappoints me.
Ummm...
I can see that you have no respect for me...
or my contribution to this company.
So you have forced me to turn in my letter of resignation.
I can see that I have no future here at...
Mast and Covington.
Gentlemen, have a nice day.
- Come on, Flipper, come on. - Let him go.
Quiet. Flipper, come on.
You don't have to... Don't walk away like this.
- There's nothing left to talk about. - Let him go.
Look at this. This is my work. Mine, mine, mine.
- You know what your problem is? Your ego's out of control. - Lighten up.
- Come on, who's gonna play third base for us? - I don't give a damn.
- Look, we spent a long... - Mine!
- Okay. - Mine, mine, mine, mine!
- Ego, ego, ego. - Come on, quiet.
- Don't tell me to be quiet. - I'm telling you to be quiet.
- What's his problem? - It's been too... We've, we've...
We've worked together too long...
to end a relationship like this.
Let's just cool down and talk about this.
All we're asking for is a little bit more patience.
We don't have any more patience.
Fine. If you're that unhappy here...
go.
Come on. We don't have to deal with this.
Look, I'm really sorry.
- So you quit? - I resigned.
Good move. You need to start your own firm. We need our own businesses.
- Exactly what I'm gonna do. - Let me ask you a question.
Why are we out here tonight? In this park late at night?
- What's the problem? - Why are we out here?
You've got to promise me you're not going to tell anybody.
Who am I gonna tell? I don't say nothing to nobody.
L- l-l-l-I nothing.
You got to promise me. I know you, Cyrus.
My lips are sealed. What happened?
I...
I cheated on Drew for the first time.
- You did that? When did this happen? - The other day.
Yeah? I thought you were going to drop a bomb.
Well, uh...
She's white.
White? Are you on crack or something?
- You're crazy. - She's Italian.
- H-bomb. - From Bensonhurst.
Nuclear megaton bomb.
- I know you didn't bone her. - No, no, no. Uh-uh.
- I know you got better judgment than that. - Right, I do.
- My man, that's right. I didn't. - Good.
- I'm glad you didn't bone her. - Nope, no.
- You could have, but you didn't. - No, no.
She put it in your face, but you refused...
- 'Cause you are strong, you're a strong black man. - Strong.
Strong black man who...
I threw her on the table.
Oh, Flip, you did. You boned her.
And I was...
You promised, you promised.
- Nuclear holocaust. - Hey, man,
it just happened.
I got a bad feeling about this one, bad feeling.
What's so important?
- I'm to go out with Vinny. What'd you get us here for? - What's going on?
- You gonna finally have a wedding? - No... I don't know.
- But you're wearing that ring. - Why do you look so happy?
- This isn't about Paulie. - She's got that glow.
I'm not glowing.
- So what is it? - What's going on?
All right, but you gotta swear. This is like swearing on Bibles.
- Swearing on rosary beads. - I swear on my great grandmother, okay?
We swear, we swear, what?
- I'm seeing somebody. - Yeah, you two-timing?
- Who are you seeing? - Somebody from work.
- That new job. That was quick. - A very fancy place.
So what's he look like? Who is this guy?
- What's his name? - It's a weird name.
- Try me. - Flipper.
- Flipper? What the fuck kind of name is Flipper? - Flipper?
I told you it's a weird name. Don't laugh.
And what is he? Blond, blue-eyed surfer type?
- Hey, dude. - Right? What is that?
He's black.
- Something wrong with your face? - Black?
- You did it with a black guy? - Yeah.
If your father ever found out. I don't know.
- He's not gonna. - Of course not.
- Not from us. - I'm just saying keep it quiet.
- Look at Gina. - Gina who?
She brought that guy into the neighborhood, that black guy.
- Look what they did to him. - What you talking about that Puerto Rican crackhead for?
She brought him into the neighborhood and they killed the guy.
You better be careful.
I don't think she's stupid enough to bring him in.
Whatever. Our lips are sealed.
Personally, I think it's disgusting.
- Really? - Yeah, I think it's gross.
- How could you... - Hey.
Me, myself, personally, I could never.
You're not sleeping with the guy. What do you care?
I just think she's a beautiful girl.
She can have any guy. Why does she have to go with a moolie?
I mean, Jesus Christ. I mean...
This is the '90s. There's nothing wrong with it. You having a good time?
I have to admit I've been curious about Caucasian women.
That doesn't mean to say that white is right and sisters aren't beautiful.
Sisters are beautiful too.
But, hey, I was curious.
So I just jumped on it.
- Literally. - Yes, indeedy.
I mean, hey, hey, that doesn't mean to say...
that because a brother is with a white girl...
that he's less down, I mean, less progressive.
- I'm still very pro-black. - You're black all right.
My shit is correct, very correct.
You got a big problem. You and her.
The both of youse got the fever.
- The what? - The fever.
The both of youse got jungle fever.
The both of youse.
Soon as we get some money we're going straight back to that motherfucking house.
Straight back.
Babe bro, come on, baby.
- Don't push me, nigger. - Don't start no shit now.
- Nigger, don't push on me. - This is the bitch with the golden halo.
He done stepped right off into the cash money thing.
Mr. Flip Man.
Yo, babe bro. Cyrus. Black men.
Successful and shit. I want you to meet my new woman, Viv.
That's short for Vivian. She's good people.
I like her. Mmmmm!
I was most fortunate to make her acquaintance recently.
That's my baby brother, the one I've been telling you about.
He a architect and shit. And that's his main man, Cyrus.
He a, uh...
Damn, what is it you do again?
- I teach high school. - Damn, that's right.
He a high school teacher and shit.
Hey, I'm sorry. My mind's getting bad.
- I gotta go. - You leaving me?
I gotta go.
- You promised. - I promise. My lips are sealed.
Vivian, nice to meet you. Gator, peace, two fingers.
Peace. Viv, let two loving brothers get a moment alone...
to get reacquainted and shit?
- Where am I to go? - I don't give a fuck where.
- Sit in a fucking swing and wait for me. - A swing? It's cold!
I'm trying to get motherfucking money from my brother.
What do I look like? A fool?
Put this in your mouth. Smoke this shit.
- Give me a motherfucking light. - Take this goddamn lighter.
- Carry your motherfucking ass over on that swing. - Hurry your ass.
- Get the fuck over there. - You better come back with money.
- Hurry up. - Motherfucker. Shit.
- Go, go, go. - It's cold out here.
I don't give a fuck if you freeze your motherfucking ass.
- I'm tired of waiting on your motherfucking ass. - Shit.
Oh, I like her.
Mmm.
Look here, baby brother.
I'm a little light. Could you let me hold some change?
No. No, Gator. That dancing shit ain't gonna work.
I ain't giving you a red cent.
What? Come on, you can do me this one solid.
Would you rather I go out and rob some elderly person?
Steal?
Either way, I'm gonna get high.
I hate to resort to knocking elderly people in the head for their money.
But I'll do it. I'll do it. You know I'll do it.
# I'll do it I'll do it #
# You know I'll do it #
# I like getting high #
# 'Cause I'm a... crackhead #
# I like to get high #
# I'm a... crackhead ##
My brother. Tch. Yeah. Yo, Viv.
- I'm not doing this anymore. - Come on, let's go.
That's it, Gator. That's it.
- I got fifty fucking dollars. - $50!
That's right. Get off me!
Ladies, we have one chicken livers and onions...
with candied yams and collard greens;
and one Sylvia's world-famous talked-about ribs special...
- with potato salad and black-eyed peas? - Right.
- Two iced teas? - Thank you.
- Can I get you anything else? - No, that's fine.
I really should have done this a long time ago.
Break away and start my own business.
You still going to work at Mast and Covington?
I'm a temp secretary, remember?
Yeah. Damn it.
Excuse me, miss, miss.
May we order, please?
- Yes, may I take your order? - Is this your station?
Yes, this is my station. Unfortunately.
You could have taken my order 30 minutes ago when I sat my black ass in this chair.
Can I take your order?
Excuse me, do you have a problem?
Yes, I do have a problem, to be honest with you.
Fake, tired brothers like you coming in here. That's so typical.
I can't believe you brought...
her stringy-haired ass up here.
It's not your business...
- who I bring in here. - Parade your white meat somewhere else.
It's not your business. You are a waitress. Your job is to wait.
Today's specials are the Maryland crab cakes,
Creole shrimp gumbo and blackened catfish.
I suggest you have the blackened catfish.
I suggest you find the manager.
- You want my manager? - I want your manager.
- It's like that, right? - I want the manager.
Fine, I'll get my manager.
- You're fired. - You're tired.
- She's white. - Mm-hmm.
I love her. She's great.
We have a great marriage, a great daughter.
What does she do?
She's a buyer for Bloomingdale's.
So what are we doing?
I honestly don't know.
I guess I don't expect you to leave her.
Well, I'm not.
So then what are we doing?
I don't think we're just fooling around.
All right, is it true black men don't like to go down on women?
Come on, you heard that, right?
- No, no. - Don't tell me you didn't hear that.
Untruth, untruth. That's like white boys...
have little Mini-Frosted Wheaties dicks.
- Why? Is that true? - I don't know. You tell me.
- I don't know. - It's not true.
Of course not. It's a myth. I think.
Take it! Take all his stuff.
You just take it. Take everything.
Cyrus, leave his stuff alone. You let them take it.
Take all his stuff, his papers, blueprints, board, clothes.
- Take them on home. Y'all take them. - Hey!
- Drew! Drew! - I don't want it in my house. Get it outta here.
Hey, give me that back. Drew, what did I do?
Don't give it back to him, Cyrus!
- You take it. - What did I do?
Put that back! Drew!
- I don't want it in my house. - Why are you throwing my papers out?
Drew, what did I do?
- Tell me what I did. - You're a liar and bastard.
- A what? - A bastard and a liar, you fuckhead.
- What is she talking about? - She's hip to Angie.
- Throw out the refrigerator. - Wait, wait.
Drew, listen, listen.
Hey, Mommy. I can explain.
Explain? Explain a fucking white bitch you're fucking.
Vera, take Ming upstairs to your apartment.
Take her to your apartment!
Don't talk to her. That's my friend.
Don't talk to her. Fuck you! Don't listen to him.
Do we have to discuss this in front of Harlem?
Why do we have to discuss this in front of all of Harlem?
We don't have shit to discuss. Discuss that!
What am I gonna do about the business?
Oh, fuck your fucking business.
- I'm gonna use the house as my office. - Oh, fuck you.
You better get a new house then, asshole.
Give me this. Get off of it.
Look, baby,
- Baby. - Flipper Purify,
there will be no penis between us.
Asshole.
We can talk this out.
I know we can talk this out.
Let us pray. Heavenly Father, make us truly thankful...
for this of Thy bounty which we are about to receive...
for the nourishment of our bodies.
- In the name of Thy son, Jesus. Amen. - Amen.
So...
you have been cast out of your home...
like Jonah was cast out of the belly of the whale.
I pray adultery was not the cause?
- It's complex. - Let the boy eat his meal.
You don't have to answer. I know you and Drew will work this out.
Was it the temptation of the sweet nectar...
of another woman's fruit? The devil is always at work.
People are responsible for their own actions, Dad.
The devil had little, if anything, to do with it.
It was thinking like that that led you from the straight and narrow.
Do you ever just talk? Let him who is without sin...
cast the first stone.
Straight and narrow? Not you, not me...
and definitely not you.
You and me come from the same crooked straits.
That's the end of this conversation.
Go get your wife back. You both need each other.
And Ming needs the both of you.
Please, let's eat this meal in peace.
- Mmm! - She ain't nothin' but a low-class...
white trash.
She probably didn't even finish high school.
- You know that's the truth. - That's what he left me for.
I always thought Flipper was the ideal husband.
You can never tell. They're all dogs!
I promise you, they're all dogs!
- Every last one. - That's right.
- We gonna have to start datin' white men. - Stop it, Nilda.
- It's true. - I'm not datin' no white man.
- It ain't no good black men out there. - Yes, there are.
Most of them are drug addicts, in jail, homos...
The good ones know they the shit so they got ten women at a time,
- leaving babies all over. - My marriage is wrecked.
It's fucked up; the man is gone. He's fucking some white bitch...
and I still believe there's good black men out there.
Where? What are the options?
- Be a nun, be gay... - You know what the options are?
Or see somebody who likes you no matter what... Chinese, black, white, whatever.
- Exactly. - You're as wrong as the day is long.
They're out there. The problem is we're lookin'...
in the wrong places. We're looking someplace...
I don't know where, but we're not lookin' at bus drivers,
truck drivers, garbage men, and a lot of them are doing that.
We just won't give 'em the time of day, but they're good men.
How many men do you know... black men...
who can effectively deal with a mate who has more education...
and makes more money? Not many. They freak.
- I know there are. - The fact remains...
that we are losing our men. That's the bottom line.
A lot of this doesn't have so much to do with black men.
I know it does, we want to blame them, and it is their blame.
Part of it is that white bitches throw themselves at black men.
- Do you see the way they look at 'em? - That's true.
You can't walk down the street with your man...
without 29,000 white bitches comin' on to 'em.
They will give up their pussy because their fathers...
tried to keep it from them all their lives.
When they turn 18 and leave home they gonna get that black dick.
They gonna get it. It can be yours, yours, or mine...
and they want it. And they're gettin' it.
Deal with the black man for a minute.
There's a lot of self-hate goin' on when he can't deal with his sister.
How would you know? You won't deal with a black man.
I do date black men; but I also date Chinese, Latino, Jewish... the full spectrum.
That's not a consolation for this particular argument...
- that we're having. - It's not supposed to be.
You think I should date black men, but I'm gonna date who I like.
Give me a man, regardless of color,
who is nice to me, sweet to me, and who I believe loves me.
Inez, I'm not the rainbow-fucking kind.
You are the leading rainbow girl.
We know this about you.
If it will make you happy, I'll make a pilgrimage to Africa...
the motherland, and find myself a true tribesman.
- A true Asiatic black man. - With a dick down to his knees,
to keep me happy for days.
- Oooh! Zulu dick! - That's right, girl.
- I'm gonna get serious Zulu dick in the bush. - What a nasty!
Do any of you know what it is like...
not being thought of as attractive?
- I can't believe you believe that! - It's the kind of shit you buy into.
I was always the darkest one in my class.
I know you know what I'm talking about.
All the guys ran after the light-skinned girls with long, straight hair.
That left me out. It's that same kind of thinkin'...
that leaves us out when it comes to white women.
Back in the day, brothers would get sisters that looked like you.
But now, light skin ain't even good enough.
Today, brothers are going for the gusto...
I mean the real McCoy. That's why Flipper's gone.
- White girls got it made. - The whole thing...
Everything in society... we keep doin' the same thing over and over;
we keep telling ourselves, negatin' ourselves.
Look at the brothers who are successful.
Look at them! Most of the brothers who have made it...
- got white women on their arms. - That's true.
In order to go up that ladder to success, seems like...
- you got to have "Miss Thing" on your arm. - Mm-hmm!
Their responsibility level isn't the same as ours.
It's not even a question of responsibility.
- It's a fundamental disrespect for women. - Yes, it is.
I don't care, the best man... it's hard for him to say no,
some pussy starin' him in the face. I'm sorry,
I don't know the man that's been born that's gonna say no...
he look around, nobody here... he gonna fuck the pussy.
If you want a committed relationship,
then you are supposed to be able to say no.
It's the "Art of No" theory for me.
If you know you're involved with this person,
- you have no business... I don't believe... - Look around.
I know there's such... You gonna get turned on.
You gonna see somebody you wanna fuck, but your mind's supposed to tell you,
I have a committed relationship. I have a wife, whatever,
and tell the dick to shut the fuck up and get down.
Strap that motherfucker down! You know? Come on.
You're right. You have to.
You know somethin', though?
It don't even matter what color she is.
My man is gone.
Nah, Flipper. Nah.
- I wanna talk to Drew. - There's a war council goin' on in your living room.
Where's Ming?
Asleep upstairs with us.
Let's take a walk.
How did Drew bust me?
Don't tell me it was because you opened your big mouth.
Goddamn. See... I trusted you!
You see what happens?
- If I can't tell my wife, who can I tell? - Nobody, nobody, nobody!
Nobody, nobody!
I told you... don't tell a soul.
You promised me. You 411 or somethin'?
How was I supposed to know Vera was gonna tell Drew?
- I didn't know that shit. - Use your better judgment, that's how.
She is a woman. All women stick together.
They always do and always will.
Now I'm thrown out of my house because of your silly,
no-keepin'- a secret, married-to-a-blabbermouth wife!
Don't talk about my wife. You need a place to stay,
you can stay with us as long as you want. Just say the word.
- But don't talk about my wife! - Yeah, right.
Right! And be spied on all night?
I'd rather live with the FBI and CIA.
She would be giving her an on-the-hour report...
of everything I did to Drew.
Miss... Big Mouth!
Hey, did Big Mouth say go fuck that lady?
We had nothin' to do with that shit.
Put the fuckin' blame on the blamee... you, not me.
That's right. Why you laughin'?
'Cause you fucked me up, that's why I'm laughin'.
- I didn't mean that shit. - Ho-ho.
- You got a place to stay. - So your marriage's fucked up.
- I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. - Fuck you.
It was a mistake. I shouldn't have told her.
She has a big, fuckin' mouth.
# While the night is young #
# And the stars are out #
# And your eyes are all aglow #
Excuse me, miss. Can you help me, please?
Flipper, why are you here?
- Drew, these are for you. - I don't want them.
- I need to talk. - I don't want to talk to you.
- All right. - Sorry.