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Chappelle's Show. Chappelle's Show.

Chappelle's Show.

Oww.

Woo-hoo-hoo.

Woo-hoo.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's start the show..

(man) You've just met that special someone,

and you're letting your desire for each other

take you to incredible heights.

But these days,

you can never be too sure they aren't going to dispute

whether the sex was consensual.

Mm, mm... wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Before we go any further...

Which is why this night calls for:

The Love Contract.

What's this?

Nothing, it's just a document

saying that you're a willing participant

in this sexual experience, baby.

Well, I am.

Just sign here and here...

and initial there, for oral.

Oral?

I'm gonna do you, too.

Okay.

And just initial there, if you decline anal.

Unless, of course you...

No no no, it's not going down.

Pretty much standard, okay.

I don't know about you, but...

I'm still horny.

Let's do this, girl.

Oh... oh, make me feel good!

The Love Contract.

Because you'd hate to catch a beef

for something you know you didn't do.

And now...

Yow!

(grunting)

Ah...

Oh...

Well, that didn't take too long.

I know.

Just do me a favor, okay?

Don't tell anybody about this.

From the makers of The Love Contract comes:

The Confidentiality Agreement.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna tell anybody.

I know you won't.

Or I'll sue your ass...

Kobe!

Available at all Wall-Barts.

(man) Ladies and gentlemen,

Dave Chappelle...!

Oh, boy!

Hey, everybody.

Hey, man.

Welcome to Chappelle's Show.

How about that Love Contract?

That might be a Hollywood joke, you know.

Hollywood's a crazy place.

I don't know if you guys know people that work in Hollywood,

or talk to people...

There's a guy that does sketches on our show, Charlie Murphy.

He was, like, "Tyree" in "The Mad Real World."

That's Eddie Murphy's older brother.

A lot of people don't know that but,

he used to just tell us stories at lunchtime

about being in Hollywood that were so crazy.

And he told us one story that was so good

we had to have him come here and tell it for you guys tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise,

Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories.

(applause)

I get out the Navy, my brother's famous.

His fame is exploding.

I'm real proud of that, you know what I mean?

I'm getting to hang out with people

that I only read about in magazines

and seen, you know, on the screen somewhere.

I'm, like, standing next to them

and being at dinner tables with them

and, you know, it was a bug-out, man.

You know, I was a huge Rick James fan.

That's the first person that I would say

out of all the celebrities that I met

that I was starstruck.

We gonna hang out with Rick James tonight

you know what I'm saying?

And here he comes out the room, when I look at him...

and I'm not bullshitting you, man,

I seen, like...

like a orange... his aura or whatever,

I seen it, it was orange.

Give it to me, baby

he started kicking it.

And he was mad-niggerish, man,

which was right up my alley.

I'm one of the baddest motherfuckers of all time.

I'm one of the best singers

and one of the best-lookin' motherfuckers you've ever seen.

Hold my drink, bitch.

He'd walk up to any chick

and lick the whole side of their face, man.

I'm Rick James, bitch.

Enjoy yourself.

Heh, heh, heh...

We got closer, started hanging out.

My brother didn't do any of this shit.

So, at night, when Eddie would break out

we would all be getting crazy and wild.

And if I was hanging with Rick,

he had this thing with me

where he used to always, like, fuck with me, man.

I don't know what started it.

Charlie, he was hanging out with the big dogs, you know?

Charlie, he didn't know he was doing crazy things

and I had to straighten him out.

Sometimes I had to go upside his head.

Things escalated to the point where

(Charlie) You know, my man got too familiar

and I ended up having to whip his ass, man,

you know, because...

you know, because he would step across the line.

Habitually... he's a habitual line-stepper.

The first time, you know,

I had to end up whipping his ass, uh...

we went to "Studio 54."

We walkin' up into the VIP section and, um,

I'm looking around to see who's there

and lookin' at the girls and everything.

And all of a sudden I heard someone go...

Charlie Murphy!

That was, cold-blooded...

heh, heh, heh!

He had this ring on

to commemorate this song he had put out called "Unity."

And this was imprinted in that black head of his

for at least a week.

Unity...

Eddie and everybody else

thought that that was the funniest shit.

And so, that threw me in a weird space 'cause I'm, like,

yeah, this is Rick James, he's a star...

I'm Rick James, bitch.

This is a celebration, bitch.

Maybe I'm overreacting.

I actually went there, like,

maybe I shouldn't do nothing

but my ghetto side was goin'

"yo, stomp this motherfucker out, right here.

What the fuck is wrong with him?"

I drunk some wine and I'm just getting started, bitches.

Heh, heh, heh...

He totally just wrote me off.

Like, I'm that nigga to steal on,

you know what I'm sayin'?

What, he's gonna slap me back?

I'm Rick James, he's Charlie Murphy.

I waited, 'cause I knew what hotel he was stayin' in.

Eddie and them went home

and I said, "yo, I'll be right back."

I shot over to the hotel, went up to his room,

knocked on the door...

so, then, he comes in there.

And I said, "look, bitch, I'm Rick James.

Smack me!"

Heh, heh, heh...

Oh, Charlie Murphy!

He had his head cocked to throw another right hand.

When he was coming for it, I just came... blaow!

I caught him with the front.

He'll tell it like he gave me

some kind of Bruce Lee crosskick or somethin'.

I kicked the shit out of him, man.

Aahh!

The wind is knocked out of him.

And then he screams out...

security!

The one in the front, he had crooked eyes and shit.

His one eye was lookin' at me,

the other one was looking at Rick.

Rick had edged over by the window.

Now, Darkness, the tables are turned.

Do with him whatever you like.

You motherfuckers take one more step,

I'm kickin' this nigga out the motherfuckin' window.

Bobby, freeze!

You know you was wrong for what you did to me earlier.

Look what you did to my face.

I'm sorry, Charlie Murphy, it was an accident.

I was having too much fun.

I'll offer you a truce.

The stickiest of the icky.

You wanna smoke with the old boy, Rick James?

Yo, my forehead is bumpin', man.

Now that you mention it,

I think I'm bleeding inside my chest.

But I got the medicine.

Bitch, come over here and have sex with Charlie Murphy.

I'm Rick James, bitch.

That was how that particular incident ended,

but it wasn't the last time I had to whip his ass...

whip his ass... whip his ass.

Don't you think Charlie's a little old

to be taking karate?

He probably takin' it with the little kids.

Yeah, Charlie whipped my ass in his dreams.

I told you, Charlie had delusions of grandeur.

I'm telling you what was happening.

I'm Rick James, bitch.

You guys at home, stay comfortable

because the whole episode's gonna be just like this.

We'll be right back with more Chappelle show.

I'm going to the Dave Chappelle show.

How's this?

(cheers & applause)

We're back with more Chappelle's Show.

You know, folks...

I don't know if you guys are just joining us

but if you missed the first act,

Charlie and Rick James are in the midst of a conflict.

Let's see how the ongoing

Charlie and Rick James feud develops.

The Studio 54 thing,

that blew over, you know what I'm saying?

But then, you know, here we go again.

Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

(chuckles)

Rick is encouraging me.

You know, he shows up at my brother's house, fucked up.

Nice place, nigga.

(Charlie) So, he had these dirty cowboy boots on.

Pushing us out of the way, barged in the house.

My brother had these brand new couches.

They were suede, right?

And he gets on the couch and says:

Why don't I stretch out?

Heh, heh, heh...

and just started grinding mud all into the couch, man.

Hell, yeah, I remember grinding my feet

into Eddie's couch.

(man) You remember why you did it?

Because Eddie could buy another one.

Fuck your couch, nigga.

Buy another one, you rich motherfucker.

Fuck yo' couch, nigga!

Fuck yo' couch!

Darknesses, Darknesses...

'cause of my complexion he used to call me "Darkness."

He calls me and my brother "Darkness."

He always says, "Darkness Brothers."

See, this is long before Wesley Snipes.

Back then, we was the blackest niggas on the planet

according to Rick James.

Both of them were Brother Darkness.

Twin Brother Darkness.

And we standing there, looking at him

and he's looking right in our eyes as he grinds his mud...

see, I never just did things just to do them.

Come on, I mean, what am I gonna do?

Just, all of a sudden,

just jump up and grind my feet on somebody's couch

like it's something to do?

Come on, I got a little more sense than that.

Yeah, I remember grinding my feet on Eddie's couch.

(tape rewinding)

See, I never just did things just to do them.

Come on, I mean, what am I gonna do?

Just, all of a sudden,

just jump up and grind my feet on somebody's couch

like it's something to do?

Come on, I got a little more sense than that.

Yeah, I remember grinding my feet on Eddie's couch.

But then it was like,

"you know what? Let's handle this."

We went over there...

Hey, Charlie Murphy!

And we held him down,

and we just wailed on his legs.

Aahhh!

Aah, you Darkness...

you black, midnight evil motherfucker!

Black magic, Darkness!

You're all Darkness!

You're fuckin'... delirious motherfucker...

Aah!

You are cold as ice.

But, still, Rick James,

even after taking a beating like that...

Fuck yo couch, nigga.

This motherfucker's goin' out.

His legs is like, like, linguine.

I've been kicked out of better homes than this!

I'll be back, you black motherfuckers!

Wide-nose-havin' motherfuckers!

They shoulda never gave you niggas money!

You don't know how to appreciate shit!

You know you can get another couch!

What am I gonna do about my legs, Eddie Murphy!

My brother, you know,

he's a lot more compassionate than I am.

He's looking and the limo's drivin' off and he said,

"wow, man... Rick really needs help."

And I was, like,

"yo, we just gave him some help.

"Bust his fuckin' ass and shit.

"I bet you he won't come over here

and disrespect like that again."

Wrong... wrong!

We're talkin' about Rick James, man.

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

I'm Rick James, bitch.

Don't go nowhere, we'll be right back.

With more of Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories.

Chappelle's Show.

Better not bring your kids!

(cheers & applause)

All right...

and now, ladies and gentlemen.

It is time for the dramatic conclusion

of Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories.

I had to fuck him up at 54.

You know, for what he did at 54,

I had to go to his hotel and kick the shit out of him.

Then, he came over to my brother's house

and I had to whip his legs

because of what he did on the couch.

I heard him tell a story

that he came into the China Club one time

and I was behind the bar.

Now, this is true.

(Charlie) This particular night,

I go over to the China Club.

And, um, I walk in and I'll never forget

the first thing I seen was O.J. Simpson.

I remember thinking to myself,

"wow, that's O.J. Simpson!

He has a big fuckin' head, man."

And I walk from there, I went in the other section

and there's Rick behind the bar.

Drink up!

Be merry!

Welcome, to the China Club.

A China chung-chang

a China chung-chung chang.

Rick's, you know, being Rick.

Come on, baby, show me your titties

I'm Rick James, do something!

Umm... umm...

I wish I had more hands.

So I could give those titties

four thumbs down... heh, heh, heh...

I ain't realize how high he was.

Next thing you know, he's like...

Charlie Murphy!

What's up, partner?

Darkness, everybody, Darkness!

Everyone, Darkness is spreading!

Come over here, Charlie.

I'm behind the bar and I'm serving drinks

and Charlie bends over,

I call out, "Charlie, come here."

Charlie...

there's a new joke going around,

have you heard it?

What did the five fingers say to the face?

What?

Slap!

Cold blooded...

Bang, bang!

I'm Rick James, bitch!

Everybody...

King Kong ain't got shit on me!

I'm standing there, I'm thinking,

this nigga really has lost his fuckin' mind.

First of all, you don't slap a man.

Okay?

I mean, even when slapping was fashionable, you know,

they did it in Paris, the guy would come up,

whap-whap... "I challenge you to a duel!"

They would have a gun fight after that,

somebody had to go!

I just was bugging out.

Anyway, I waited for about

five minutes, something like that.

That's right, bitch.

That's right, bitch, heh, heh, heh...

ahh, Darkness!

'Sup, man?

Darkness!

Check it out, check it out.

I wanna tell you somethin', come here.

Oh, what's goin' on?

Ow!

I slapped the shit out of him.

God damn!

I came down on it, like this.

His extensions was flyin' all over the place.

That is absurd!

And he stepped back and his eyes welled up with water

like he was getting ready to cry, and he said...

why you hit me like that, Charlie?!

'Cause you hit me, man!

That was weeks ago, motherfucker

I was partying!

No, that was tonight!

And I see that he really forgot.

I hit you tonight?

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

Come here, Darkness.

Ha!

Heh, heh, heh... it's a celebration!

Bitches... come here.

It's a celebration, bitches.

Show Charlie Murphy your titties.

I'm Rick James.

The milk's gone bad!

That was the ebb and flow.

It was, you know, he would go over the top

and then I would check him.

And then we would have fun after that.

We were still friends, as a matter of fact.

I love Charlie Murphy.

But we'd have it out, smacking each other upside the heads...

smacking each other in the face...

punching each other in the chest...

kick each other.

(slow motion) Fuck yo' couch, nigga!

Fuck yo' couch!

Ow!

They shoulda never gave you niggas money!

Can you imagine two grown men doing this?

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

(chuckling)

I must be losing my mind.

Reminiscing about Charlie Murphy

come kicking my ass.

Ain't that a "B?"

I'm Rick James, bitch.

(cheers & applause)

I would like to thank Charlie Murphy.

And I would like to thank Rick James,

and I would like to thank cocaine

for bringing us such a crazy story.

I'm Dave Chappelle,

you're the best audience in the world.

I'm out!

(cheers & applause)

They shoulda never gave you niggas money!

(horn honks)

Hi, thank you.

(man) How did Rick James pick up a girl in the '80s?

How did I pick up girls in the '80s?

I ain't have to say much.

Charlie had to go through this whole thing.

"Uh, can I buy you a drink.

"Uh...

"what sign are you.

"This is my friend, Rick James.

We're goin' over to Rick James's house."

That's how Charlie picked up girls after they was drinking.

"We're goin' over to Rick's house after the club,

you wanna come?"

(chuckling)

Charlie used my name to pick up girls.