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[instrumental music]

Good morning, guys.

Hey, what's up, Dee?

Where'd you get that little ugly dog?

Look like that dog from that commercial

"Yo quiero

Like a little cracked-out hamster.

Do not talk that way in front of little Bosco.

Bosco?

You named that little rat..

...after a chocolatey drink? Ha-ha!

This is my boyfriend's dog, I'm looking after him

while Kenny's away.

Isn't he cute?

Cute? He like somethin' Burt Reynolds

wore on his top of his head.

[laughs]

Oh, they say..

...that dogs take after their masters.

And he does remind me a lot of Kenny.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Does Kenny rub up and down your leg

like that too?

Bosco, not at work!

(Shawn) 'Hey, look, Dee, I know you're tryin' to look out'

for Kenny, but, I'm allergic to dogs.

So you're gonna have to take that little ugly thing outside.

Bosco is a house dog

he'll cry if he's outside.

- Uh, Dee? - What?

Is Bosco trained to do his business outside?

Or...on newspapers?

On newspapers. Why?

- Oh! - Oh, man!

Girl, look like you just bought yourself 20 issues

of "The New York Times."

Shawn, he's peeing on "Vibe" magazine!

Good, now maybe that magazine will have some flavor.

[theme song]

♪ We're brothers ♪

♪ We're happy and we're singing and we're colored ♪

♪ Give me a high five ♪♪

(male #1) 'Alright, cut and print.'

'Beautiful, guys. Dynamite.'

[theme music]

Pops, you have any scraps for Bosco

like leftovers?

Too late, he already sold it

to the last customer.

Ha-ha-ha-haa.

And get that thing outta here, Dee.

You know I don't allow animals in the diner

other than the boy's grandmamma.

It's against regulations.

Since when do you care about regulations?

About the same time I called in all of my outstanding debts.

Mrs. Dee, triple-digit doughnut-tab Baxter!

Well, excuse me.

Damn, pop, you's pretty rough on Dee.

What's the matter? You in a bad mood?

Look at this son.

They've ranked the ten best places

to get chili in Manhattan.

I've been on this list 20 years in a row.

This year, I'm not even mentioned.

Ah, well, pop, those restaurants probably

probably paid those critics off.

Well, I did too.

Who am I fooling?

The man's right.

You know, there was a time I used to put a lot of energy

and care in cookin' my food.

But now, these people come in here day in and day out

and just wolf it down.

I don't even think they taste the food.

That's probably the only reason why they come back.

[laughing]

They come back 'cause the.. They can't..

Anyway, pop, you know what I think your problem is?

His eyes too big for his head?

No.

His head too small for his eyes?

No, Marlon, will you shut up?

Look, pop, I think your problem is

I think you lost your passion for cookin'.

You know when Michael Jordan

broke every last record in basketball, right?

And then he went to go play baseball

just so he could get a new challenge for hisself?

Baseball?

Shawn..

...now you know Pops is way too old to play some baseball.

'Stupid.'

Besides, where is he gonna wear his cup?

On his knees?

[laughs]

And another thing, those tight pants make me itch.

Ey, ey, ey! Who's dumber..

...young or old?

Look, what I'm trying to say is, pop, basically..

...I think you need to..

You need to set new goals for yourself.

So you could force yourself to rise to the occasion.

Well, how do I do it, son?

Well, I read a article in this paper

this morning that might help you.

What is this? What is this?

"Frostbite Frozen Food is sponsoring a festival

"for food critics of New York.

"All interested restaurateurs

must hand in an application by.."

But, Shawn, this thing is due today!

Well, then, you better hurry up on down there.

I'm telling you, pop, I think this is exactly

what you need to get your passion back.

That's right, pop.

This way, next time you in the papers

it ain't gonna be for health code violations.

Dress code violations.

[laughs]

Shawn, you are a genius.

- Thank you. - And Marlon?

Yeah?

Your brother's a genius.

Oh, yeah, get on outta those tight pants.

Okay, Bosco.

Here's your breakfast.

'What's the matter? You're not hungry?'

Okay, well, then, I'll save it for your dinner.

Okay, then you stay there.

Something smell good.

Ooh, and everything looks so fresh.

I know I'm not in Pops Diner.

I must have died and gone to Denny's.

Look, that food festival is a big opportunity for me.

Probably the biggest I've ever had.

Well, not the biggest.

Like, when I was in Atlantic City with Della Reese.

I convinced her I was Lou Rawls's brother.

Woo, talk about being touched by angel.

I grabbed that big woman, boy, kissed her and I said..

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Della, Della.

Della, give me another kiss, Della, give me one more kiss

baby, come on,baby!

- Don't fight, give me ano-- - Pop!

Pops, come back.

[laughs]

I'm sorry, son. Look..

...I'mma go on down to the hotel, and set up my booth.

Now, I have my..

...my-my chili's, uh, simmering.

And I want you to just add the meat.

- Gotcha. - We got your back.

- Okay. - Represent.

And I need a strong back to help me lift this heavy stuff here.

- Oh, cool, let's go-- - Come on, Dee.

I was...checking my watch anyway.

Oo-o-oh..

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyaaah!

A'ight, now, come on!

That's enough. Alright, now, check it out.

- You want some.. - Marlon, so help me.

I'll bust you over the head with these jalapenos.

Alright, now check it out, all we gotta do

is put the meat in the pot, let it cook

for a couple of hours and we straight.

Bam!

- Thank you. - Alright.

This is it? This is all the meat?

Yeah, that's two pounds. That's all the recipe calls for.

Come on, man, this is Pops big chance

and you're gonna put this little bit of meat in here?

Pass me the other meat.

What?

S-Shawn, look, pop said, just to put two pounds.

Why don't you just follow the recipe?

- Why don't you just hush, okay? - That's what pop said.

That's why pop put me in charge

because he knew I'd use my better judgment.

Now pass me the meat.

People love meat.

People love meat, Mervin.

See, people love meat. You gotta put meat inside.

Don't you.. You don't know nothin' about meat?

Meat is good for you.

Here it is.

Pop's famous chili.

There's a surprise in every bowl.

Voila.

Uh, Marlon, did you taste it?

No.

Well, all chefs taste what they make, man.

How else you supposed to know if it came out right?

Squeeze me, my bag.

Don't wanna leave no germs on the spoon.

Man, this is pretty good. Here, have some of this.

See, I told you it was the extra meat.

Mm, taste some.

Oh, here, let me..

...put it on a spoon.

Taste it.

Mm.

Wow, this is better than usual. Give me some crackers.

Yeah, hold on a second, give me some tap.

Word.

My bad, lemme get that for you.

Booth's all set. Chili ready?

Yep, and it came out great.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Ow!

Wait a minute.

It's all wrong.

What'd you do?

Perfect.

Yi-kit-dee, I got my mojo working.

Well, boys.

I gotta get goin'. Y'all close up, alright?

- Alright. - Ah, yeah.

Good luck, dawg.

What's up, Shawn, you think he'll win?

Well...tell you the truth, Marlon

it ain't about him winnin'.

It's about him finding the joy and having fun

in what he loves to do.

And then, if he does that well

then the critics will be writing about him for weeks.

Hey, guys, did you happen to see where I put Bosco's dog food?

I could have sworn I bought it in here.

Nope, haven't seen it.

Well, it's in a big red bowl

if you see it, put it in the fridge for me.

Bosco, I got your lunch.

O-o-oh.

To hell with Bosco.

Did she say it was in a-a big red bowl?

Yeah.

Wasn't there, like, a big red bowl somewhere on this counter?

- Extra meat! - No, Shawn.

Oh, my God, I put dog food in Pops chili!

Shawn, how could you dump a bowl of dog food in Pops' chili?

Uh, I don't know, Marl, Well, it ain't like it's poison.

I mean, how bad could it be? Dogs eat it.

And dogs also lick their own--

Hey! Hey, boy.

Marl, quit playin' around, man, this is serious.

And once those c-critics get a taste of Pops' dog food..

I mean, chili, and they find out there's dog food in it..

That'll spread all over town.

Yeah, and the old dude was just getting

his confidence back, Shawn.

Come on, maybe we could catch him. Come on.

We have to, Marlon. His restaurant's at stake.

They'll close him down. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Shawn, where's Pops' booth? I don't see it.

- I don't know. - Hey, Urkel.

Let me use your glasses.

Thank you, man.

(Marlon) There he goes, right there.

Hey, thanks, Urkel.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Uh, pop. Uh, okay, let's break it up. Let's break it up.

Uh, look at that, Erykah, uh, bad-do.

Let's go in there.

Just go to the bathroom and fix that nappy thing.

Ey, ey, ey! Malcolm-Jamal Warner!

Put the chili down, your cheeks are big enough, go on.

What's wrong with you boys? I just got this crowd together.

Pops, it's about your chili.

You bet it is.

Once they taste this, they start

howling for more.

They start off with the howlin'

and then they'll move on to sniffin' each other's asses.

I'm telling you, pop, there's something wrong with your chil--

Mr. Williams, I'm Archibald Frost

and this is our panel of judges

the top ten food critics in Manhattan.

Well, how'd you do? My name is pop, from Pop's Diner.

Uh-huh.

It says here your speciality is chili.

Yes, it is, and there's a nice

beautiful pot of it right there.

Um, sorry, uh, we all out.

- Well, I'll just take this-- - Um-um-uh. Ha-ha!

I saw it first, it's all mine.

Mm, no more left now.

Get out of the way.

Ladies and gentleman, please, help yourselves.

Come over here, just help yourself.

Get over here.

What is the meanin' of all this?

Pop, I'm tellin' you there's somethin' wrong

with your chili, man. Don't let them eat it.

Nonsense, that's good chow.

Yeah, puppy chow.

- What? - 'Mr. Williams.'

This is outrageous.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Archibald

my-my father's not responsible for his actions, see..

See, he has Al Timers.

Yeah, and he got, uh, sickle cell, too.

Well, he got the treatment.

Yeah, you see, I-I don't care about that.

This is the best chili I have ever tasted.

It isso

Should be. He bakes his own gravy.

I've got to speak for everyone here

when I say that this is the most

unique blend of flavors at the show.

I'm awarding you first prize.

With that first prize comes the opportunity

to cater the mayor's luncheon.

Here, tomorrow, it pays $5000, congratulations.

I don't believe it. Thank you kindly.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[laughing]

Yi-tit-dee.

I told you people recognize good taste.

Woo, boys, I'm back on top.

Now, what did you boys want to tell me?

Uh, oh, oh, uh, uh, just that, uh..

You make the best doggone chili in Manhattan.

Thank you, right then. Thank you.

Come on, boys, take some good pictures.

Boys, I feel like I did when I first started cooking.

Haven't felt this high, since I was at a re-election party

at Marion Barry's house.

That's great, pop.

You see, I knew I had the best recipe in the world.

But, now, the whole city knows it.

♪ Yi-tit-dee yi-tit-dee ♪♪

Damn, black, what are we gonna do, Shawn?

We can't let him serve his original recipe to the mayor.

Come on, not without the secret ingredients.

- Boy! - What?

Put that away, man.

Pop finds out we put dog food in his chili, he'll kill us.

Okay, well, what are we supposed to do then?

I don't know what we're supposed to do

but, I'll tell you what we're not gonna do

we're not gonna put dog food

in the mayor's chili on purpose.

- Why? - Marlon, you're crazy.

Okay.

Here it is, boys. New York's finest.

Ah! Shawn, I wanna talk to you.

- I want to thank you, son. - For what?

Not, not telling mom about that condom I found in your wallet?

No, I want to thank you for helping me

me rediscover the one thing that I created.

That I'm still proud of.

Oh, you.. Talking about me and Marlon, pop?

Hm, well, you're in the top 20.

Top ten?

Fifth?

- What's up with you, man? - Rats, man, rats be trippin'.

Alright, boys.

I gotta go.

- A'ight, pop. - Hey, good luck, dawg.

Hey, where's pop goin' all dressed up?

Oh, he went to go cater the mayor's luncheon.

- Did he win the contest? - Yep. "Did he win the contest?"

Yeah, he won the contest, thanks to you, little Dee-Dee.

Me? What did I do?

- Well, uh.. - Acting shy.

Well, Dee, you remember that, uh

bowl of dog food that you couldn't find?

Yeah.

Me and Marlon accidentally put it in Pops' chili.

And, Dee, come to find out

it's the secret ingredient

in the city's most famous chili.

[laughing]

Please, Dee. Dee.

Please, whatever you do, do not tell Pops.

- Word. - Oh, no, wait a minute.

Kenny doesn't feed Bosco

that kind of dog food.

What does it matter? Dog food's dog food.

It's all pretty much the same.

- Yeah. - No.

I mean, he doesn't eat canned dog food at all.

Kenny's spoiled that dog.

That dog eat ground filet mignon.

- Ground filet mignon? - 'Mm-hmm.'

No wonder it taste so good.

Oh, man, boy am I glad, Marl

I told you not to put that dog food inside that pot.

- Marlon? - Huh?

Why is this can empty?

[mumbles]

Come on, Shawn. I had to, Shawn.

You've seen the look on his face. He was looking all happy.

I just didn't want to spoil his reputation.

Oh, you gonna give him a reputation.

The mayor's reception is for the Pope.

The Pope!

Oh, man.

We're going to hell, first class.

Well, at least we'll get some frequent flier miles.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

- You are? - In a hurry.

Now step aside, Howie long neck.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Only people on the list get inside.

Oh, well, we are on the list, um...Uncle Ben?

And them.

No. No, Uncle Ben...and them.

Jefferson?

No.

How about all these guys, huh?

So, now, you see clearly?

Nope.

Aah..

I see it now.

Mr. Benjamin.

It's all about the Benjamin, baby.

I think it was the bicentennial quarter that got him.

Your Holiness, may I present the man

who catered today's luncheon.

Mr. John Williams.

Just call me Pops, Your Majesty.

Uh, next time you talk to the big fellow upstairs

could you get me some lotto numbers?

I'll go halfsies with you.

- Cu-- - Ko-o-o-o-o!

Oh-ooh.

What are you two doin' here?

Uh, pop, pop.

- Uh, we've made a big mistake. - Yeah.

We accidentally put dog food in your chili.

- Shh, Marlon. - Dog food?

- What do you mean dog food? - Shawn did it, pop.

Pop, let's just put it this way..

He did it.

Let's just put it this way..

If the Pope eats any of that chili

we're gonna have to replace his rosary beads with a flea collar.

Your Holiness, may I present..

...the best chili in Manhattan.

Maybe I put enough spice to cover the taste.

Something's wrong.

There go my lotto ticket.

Perfect.

(Pops) 'What did he say? What'd he say?'

His Holiness would like you and

your sons to join him for a bowl of chili.

- Uh.. - Uh, we-we-we..

I just came from five o'clock mass

I'm full from the little wafers..

We just ate some sunflower seeds.

Shut up. Don't make me take my belt off.

Excuse me, did you watch "Seventh Heaven" last night?

No, I was watching, uh, "Jerry Springer."

- Ah, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. - Jerry, Jerry, Jerry..

Hey, this Tommy Hilfiger?

This is dope.

That's a beanie, man?

You know you brothers look a mite hungry.

(Shawn) Look up, Marlon, say cheese.