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? I know my parents loved me ?

? Stand behind me come what may ?

? I know now that I'm ready, yeah ?

? For I finally heard them say ?

? It's a different world ?

? Ooh ?

? Than where you come from ?

? Yes, it is now, yeah ?

? Here's our chance to make it ?

? And if we focus on our goal ?

? You can dish it, we can take it ?

? Hey, just remember That you've been told ?

? It's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

- ? It's a different world ? - ? Than where you come from ?

? Ooh ?

? Than where you come from ?

Okay, a bunch of lines.

- Lines! Lines! - Stripe�

- Uh� Stars and stripes. - No, no, no!

Blow!

- Blow on the paper! - No, uh, blow� blowfish.

- Uh, curtains blow. - No! No, no!

Wind!

Earth, wind and fire!

Time!

What was that supposed to be?

- Gone With The Wind! - I knew it.

Oh, Robert was just about to get it. Can we give it to them?

Oh, puh-lease!

I know you guys are in love, but you'll are making me sick.

I tried.

I was supposed to get Gone With The Wind from you blowing on a paper?

- It's our turn. - Come on, Kim.

This time, we're going for a green square.

Nobody in the whole movie even blows on the paper.

- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.

And go.

It's a wheel, it's a car� it's A Streetcar Named Desire.

You got that from a ghost head?

- It's not a ghost head, it's a car. - It's nicely drawn, too. Look at that.

That's not even good. Y'all must be giving each other signals.

Oh, Walter, you are just a sorry loser.

Now, roll again.

Wait.

We're at a serious disadvantage here.

Let's switch teams. Y'all take Dwayne.

Well�

Hello, Jaleesa, Kimberly, Leslie, Walter, Robert, Dwayne.

I miss anybody?

We were playing in the lobby, but some of us got a little rowdy.

No explanations necessary.

Mi casa es everyone's casa.

- Do you wanna play? - Yeah, we'll take you.

I have to take a rain check.

There's a French Film Festival at the student union.

Or should I say union des �tudiants.

Well, y'all just stay right where you are�

comfy and cozy.

Oh, I'll just stand.

As long as you're comfy.

Okay!

These are the new teams.

Me, Jaleesa and Leslie

against Romeo and Juliet, and Dumbo.

- Robert. - Hmm?

Every time you stay to study, you stay, but you never study.

I am studying.

I'm studying you.

Robert!

All right, study.

Robert?

Shh. I'm studyin'.

Your book is upside down.

I like a challenge.

I like you, too.

You're not making this easy.

I like you very much.

I like you, too.

I'm sorry. We didn't hear you come in.

I gather you didn't.

I was trying to teach her� See right where this�

Trying to say something, Robert?

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

I had no idea.

Please forgive me.

Don't worry about it.

I forgot my gloves.

Your hands aren't warm enough?

Don't mind me.

This is where I came in.

- Good night, Robert. - Good night.

Well,

it looks like the love bug

is making a meal out of your heart.

You might say that.

How much of a meal?

Forget I asked.

Whitley Gilbert, mind your own beeswax.

This man is too good to be true.

I mean, he's so� he's just�

everything.

I mean, we laugh, we talk�

- He is cute. - He's adorable!

You should see the way he reads.

I've never seen anybody hold a book like this.

Maybe he needs glasses.

I hope not.

I love his eyes.

Kimberly�

no one appreciates the first blush of romance more than I.

And while there is a time and a place for everything,

is this always going to be the place?

Oh, I know what you mean. This could get awkward.

You know what the guys at the boys dorm do for privacy?

Come in off the lawn.

They have a signal.

When Robert's here,

what if I hang a towel over the doorknob?

A towel?

That is so locker room.

I've got it!

A scarf.

Okay, but I get to pick it.

Oh, that goes without saying.

Aren't we just the perfect team?

When an ugly problem rears its head, we just lop it off.

"�upon the pillowcase

"I view a strand of hair that is not mine

"I gaze on it and think of you

"Remembrances run through my mind

"If I could take back yesterday

"The things I said I'd all replace

"And say the things I meant to say

And dry my tear-soaked pillowcase"

Thank you, Mr. Adams.

Comments?

Ah, the hand of Miss Brooks.

Long may it wave.

Sir, I found it simplistic.

Need I ask you to elaborate?

The purpose of poetry is to take a familiar idea

and present it in a new and innovative fashion.

This is an old tune to a familiar refrain.

Do you have to call on her? She doesn't like anything.

It's just my opinion.

Of which there is no shortage.

- I know what she's saying. - Yes?

I felt that in its attempt to become simple and direct,

it became maudlin.

Well put, Winston.

Thank you.

Mr. Adams, I realize this is a work in progress. May I?

Of course.

Before you turn in your final draft,

you could take a blue pencil to some of the more sentimental images.

- Yes, Dr. Foster. - Fine.

You might also urge him to examine rhyme scheme.

Even as I urge you to examine the merits of silence?

Well, we're approaching the end of the hour.

Oh, dear.

Just wanted to remind everyone

that the deadline for the poetry review is tomorrow.

- Is that it? - Yes.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

at our next meeting, I will be

collecting your works in progress.

I will not be accepting excuses in progress.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

I've almost finished my poem. Can I bring it to you this afternoon?

Sure. I'll be home after 4:00.

- I think you're gonna love it. - I'm sure I will.

Randall, I hope I was helpful.

I hate you.

You would not believe the morning I have had.

First, I rip not one, but two pairs of stockings,

which made me late for a pop quiz for Dr. Parker of all people!

And then, as I'm walking home,

Dean Hewitt's dog chases me half way across campus

and I break my new snakeskin pumps.

I hate Chihuahuas!

They look like little rats!

Does this look like the complaint bureau?

I can see the milk of human kindness is curdling around here.

I need to get into my room.

Whitley, this is not a good time.

It's 11:45 a.m.

Now, that scarf wasn't on the door knob when I started limping down the hallway.

And if I had two good heels, I'd be in there by now.

Whitley, this is really not a good time.

It hasn't been a good time all week.

Now, I need to get in there and get me two good shoes that work.

Okay. One minute. One minute.

Hurry up.

How about these?

Jaleesa.

Jaleesa!

You banged?

Oh.

You're resident assistant, assist me.

Call a dorm meeting right now.

Okay, but just a small thing.

What are we meeting about?

Freshmen and their hormones.

We had that meeting last month.

You must have missed it, Whitley.

Jaleesa, look over there.

In the last week,

that doorknob has worn my scarf more than I have.

Give it those shoes, it will be the best-dressed door in Gilbert.

Isn't there a dorm rule regarding gentlemen callers?

Mm-hmm. You're allowed to have them.

But under that rule, isn't there a clause

that says there's no illicit behavior on the premises?

Now, how do you know that it's illicit?

Jaleesa, come now, has it been that long?

Now, when I so graciously consented

to the idea of having a roommate-

You mean, when it was shoved down your throat.

The arrangement was for a roommate,

not a roommate and a playmate!

Whitley, this is something that you two have got to work out yourselves.

That's it?

That's your residential assistance?

Mm-hmm!

Jaleesa, I was thinking about that game we were playing.

Walter, it's been a week.

I know, but I finally figured out why you win all the time.

- You're a witch. - Oh, please.

Well, let me ask you this. When you was a child, long time ago,

did you ever have a bat for supper?

Yeah. But, you know, only on weekends

when my Aunt Broom Hilda flew in.

All right, Meat, have a seat.

You don't look very happy.

Have either of you seen the poetry review?

Not yet.

I just skimmed it, but it is on my night table.

Stop it.

Well, what happened?

I wrote a lovely poem about an ant.

Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was about an ant,

before it was destroyed by your roommate!

- How could you let her do this to me? - Meat, Meat, I wasn't there. Okay?

- I was not there. - Read this.

I hope you haven't eaten yet.

"'Ode to an Ant' by Winston Woodson."

Who's he?

I'll just keep reading.

"Gasping, drowning�

"Air, death

Insignificant speck"

Yo, this is deep.

"Gen� genocide�

"Sue� suicide�

"Pest� pesticide�

Insignificant speck"

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

- Well, I� - I'll� I'll just keep�

It's obscure, self-indulgent and stupid.

And it don't rhyme.

You know, I finally thought I found someone

who respected my poetic voice.

And what did she turn out to be? A mutilator of words.

I just hope people still take me seriously as a poet.

I know I will.

Kimberly, we have to talk.

Whitley, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier.

I mean, Robert and I were studying but, well, one thing led to another.

Well, it appears to me that our little signal system

isn't working as smoothly as we had hoped.

So this is what I propose.

Robert never sets foot in the room again.

Whitley, where are we supposed to go?

Oh, I don't know. Why don't you buy one of those air mattress,

and, then, you can inflate it whenever the mood hits you.

Robert is a part of my life

and I am going to be spending a lot of time with him,

and that's the way it's going to be.

Well, if you're gonna behave like that,

I guess we can no longer live together.

Fine with me.

Well, fine, then.

If it's fine with her, then, it's fine with me.

I'm gonna tell Lettie, and then I'm gonna call Daddy,

and then I'm gonna call Oprah.

You sit out here in the cold talking to yourself for too long,

and you'll start answering yourself.

You try to be generous, accommodating, considerate.

You give half your room, your favorite scarf,

and what does it get you?

A cold seat on a cold slab.

Why don't we go inside and get a warm slab?

- The problem is I've been too nice. - Too nice.

- For too long. - Too long!

- That means we can go inside? - No.

You know what it means?

I'll tell you what it means.

A change is gonna come.

Professor Foster?

Miss Brooks.

Thank you for coming in early.

- I wanted to speak with you. - Yes, sir?

I've read the poetry review.

The layout is eye-catching.

The artwork is perfectly complimentary.

The selection of verses�

Inspired?

Sir, you don't know what it means to me to hear you say that.

I was very nervous I wouldn't do a good job.

You didn't.

Miss Brooks.

You have the potential to be a very fine writer.

If only you could see that potential in your other classmates.

Professor Foster,

I worked very hard to make sure that each of those poems was perfect.

I'm sure you did.

The problem is, there's no such thing as a perfect poem.

And it's not the editor's job to create one.

I'm a little confused.

Look here, Miss Brooks�

of the 18 poets you've published here,

16 came to visit me,

13 were weeping.

I suppose I was a little overzealous.

And arrogant.

When I was a first-time editor,

I, too, thought it was my task to correct the work of my fellow poets.

Thankfully, my advisor had the sense to remove me from my position.

And, now, I'm gonna exercise that same good sense.

Yes, sir.

Someday, you'll be ready to resume your position, and when you do,

may I offer one suggestion?

Yes.

My dear Miss Brooks,

lighten up.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

Winston, I shouldn't have changed your poem like that.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

You'll be relieved to know that someone else

will be editing the next poetry review.

I know.

I'll try to be gentle.

Okay. I'll see your five,

and raise you ten.

I fold.

Dwayne, as your financial advisor,

I advise that you do the same.

Now, how good could the boy's hand be?

I'll see you.

Whoa!

That's one answer.

Dwayne, are there any games you can play?

I can play "knock you upside your head."

Hello, Dwayne. Greetings, Robert.

Whitley, what's� what's up?

Is this your desk?

Yeah.

Hey!

What� What are you doing?

Who is this woman, and why is she trashing our room?

Forgive me, I'm Whitley Gilbert, your new roommate. And you?

Randall Adams.

Charmed.

Is that your bed?

Yeah.

Robert, Robert, next time she asks you that question, man, say no.

Whitley, have you lost your mind?

No, I've come to my senses.

Now, Randall, we have to talk about these posters.

This room is just a little too Spuds MacKenzie for me.

Walter!

Randall, if we're gonna get along,

you can't go screamin' to the top of your lungs

every time I make a little bitty suggestion.

Now, where's the ladies' room?

We don't have one, Whitley.

Oh. Well, when I'm in there, I'll just put a scarf on the doorknob.

Whitley.

What's going on?

I'm moving in.

Oh, then welcome to McLurkin Hall.

I'll be right down the hall if you need me.

Walter!

Oh, I almost forgot.

You can't live here.

I don't see why not.

This bed's just going to waste.

And I have company already.

Hello, Kimberly. Make yourself at home.

Well, I can see everything here's under control.

Walter!

Guys, let's let Whitley and her guest have some privacy.

Dwayne, what are you doing in your drawers?

Show some respect and go get some pants on.

I was doing my laundry, man.

Whitley, this time, you have lost it.

Have I?

Could you hand me those stockings over there, please?

Wouldn't it have been easier if you just came and talked to me?

I tried that.

I told you I didn't want Robert in my room.

That's exactly the point.

You don't talk to me, you order me around.

"Take down that poster." "I want my bed."

"No boyfriends in my room."

Well, what am I supposed to say?

"You're not being fair.

You're monopolizing the whole room."

That would have been a great place to start.

You didn't already know that?

Whitley, I'm sorry.

Continue.

Continue?

I'm sure you have more to say than that.

Well, maybe� �I was being a little selfish.

Thoughtless, inconsiderate and rude.

Now, wait a minute.

I was not rude, you were rude.

Oh, now you're being petty.

What are you tryin' to say?

You don't want me to be your roommate?

Well, you don't want me.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, you moved out.

I had no choice!

Okay, fine, stay here.

The least you can do is help me move my things.

Know what?

We deserve each other.

Well,

you deserve me, but I don't know if I deserve you.

You're not laughing.

Let's go home.

- Kimberly. - Hmm?

Did you see Dwayne in those shorts with those ashy knees?

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