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Say there, Ma.

You know, I gotta talk to you
for a minute.

Times are changing, and there's
a new morality going around.

Nah, that ain't gonna work.

Hey there, Ma.

Boy, you really looking
beautiful today.

You know, at first, I thought
Lena Horne had moved in here.

Say...

about that new morality
going around...

Nah, that ain't gonna make it.

Hey there,
you lovely, open-minded

sweetheart mama of mine.

Guess how your son's
gonna make some money.

You sold your brain
to the junkyard.

What are you doing
sneaking up on people?

I always sneak up on people

when they start talking to
thin air.

Well, I'll have you know,
ugly little sister,

that I just got commissioned
to paint a portrait.

You're kidding?

No, I ain't, and this could be
my big chance.

Next thing you know,
I'll be hung in a museum.

Oh, it doesn't matter where
so long as they hang you.

Who you gonna paint?

Mrs. Charlene Brooks.

The lady who just
moved in upstairs?

The one with
the shake-em-up shimmy?

The one everybody's
talking about?

The only reason
they talking about her

is 'cause they jealous.

They don't know that she
happens to be a real hip lady

who wears real cool clothes.

Cool is right.

That lady doesn't wear
strapless dresses,

she wears dressless straps.

Well, this time her skimp
is not the problem.

What is?

The fact is
that when I paint her,

she ain't gonna be wearing
no skimp at all.

That lady wants you
to paint her in the nude?

That's right.

That all-together lady

wants me to paint her
in the altogether.

Hey, that's great!

Hey, Thelma,
you really like the idea?

Yeah!

You think that Ma
will like it, too?

No. She's gonna kill you.
That's why I like it.

Hey, Daddy, Ma,
guess what J.J.'s gonna do.

Hey, now shut up, Thelma.
Let me tell her.

Ma, I got some good news.

And some bad news.

Uh-oh. What happened?

Well--

Uh, Thelma,
let me tell it, please.

Well, I just wanna give them
the bare facts.

Shut up. This is
too important to me.

What is, J.J.?

Well, my open-minded,
lovely sweetheart mama--

James, we're in big trouble.

Well, no. It all depends on
how you look at it.

How you look at what,
Junior?

Okay, I'll tell you.

I've just been commissioned
to paint a portrait

of a lovely young lady.

It's a birthday present
for her husband.

Oh, J.J., that's wonderful.
I'm proud of you.

Yeah, congratulations, Junior.

Thanks, Dad. And I'm getting
paid $50 to paint it.

Hey!

Yeah, J.J.

You forgot to tell them
what kind of portrait.

I'll get to that.

I know.
I can hardly wait.

Thelma, will you shift your lips
into park?

Okay, J.J.,
give me the bad news.

What kind of portrait
is it?

Let's hear it straight,
Junior.

Well, it all started
when I was in the third grade.

The teacher put a paintbrush
in my hand--

I said let's hear it straight,
Junior. What kind of portrait?

Well, about two weeks ago,

a moving van pulled up front,
and then--

Junior, I wanna hear
what kind of portrait,

and I wanna hear it
in one word.

Nude.

Hmm, what we got cooking here?
That's lovely.

Nude?

You gonna paint a woman
in the nude?

Us artists call it
"oh natcha-all."

And us mamas call it
"Oh, no, you ain't."

Aw, Ma, times are changing.
Don't be so old-fashioned.

Well, maybe times have changed,
but mamas haven't.

I don't see anything
so terrible about it.

Thelma, you mean to say
you're talking Junior's side?

Well, I guess I am.

Thelma, don't do that.

That could be
a shock to my system.

The body is nothing
to be ashamed of.

All artists
have painted nudes.

That's right.

There was Michelangelo,
Picasso, Rubens, Gauguin,

then there was
this Spanish dude named Goya

who painted
the naked duchess,

and that didn't bother
the duke none.

Maybe the duke copped out
when the pressure got heavy.

J.J., your father and I
know that you're talented,

but why can't you paint
fruit or trees?

Or...chicken?

Because nobody will pay $50

for a picture
of a naked chicken.

Well, maybe it's not
that bad after all.

The way J.J. paints,

you might not know
what it is, anyway.

Dad, now let me appeal to you.

You out there in the street
every day.

You know how hard it is
to make $50.

Yeah. You got me there,
Junior.

You know how much art supplies
I can get with that

and how long
that'll keep me going?

Yeah. Well, Florida,
what do you say?

Well yourself. What do you say?
You the head of the house.

Now, wait a minute.

How come I'm always
head of the house

when you wanna say no,

but you the head of the house
when you wanna say yes?

James,
you just not thinking.

Now, we know that
J.J. is talented,

and we know the importance
of $50,

but what kind of a woman

would pose naked
in front of an 18-year-old boy?

What kind, James?

Well, my guess is
that she probably--

Oh, never mind.

You're a man.
I already know what you guess.

Oh, now come on, Ma.
You got the wrong idea.

Mrs. Brooks happens to be
a very lovely lady.

Mrs. Brooks?

The Wiggler?

Who calls her The Wiggler?

Anybody with
twenty-twenty vision.

She shakes like Jell-O
on a roller coaster.

Aw, Ma,
she can't help her shake.

It's built in,

like the shimmer of moonlight
on Lake Michigan

when you can see through
the sewage.

Oh, J.J.

Oh, now come on, Ma.
This is my big chance.

One commission
could lead to another.

Besides, what's a nude to me?
I'm an artiste.

After all, God made the
human figure in his own image.

He also made fig leaves.

Aw, Ma, all I know is

that my whole art career
is going down the tubes.

Oh, come on, J.J.,
it's not that bad.

It is, Ma. I don't remember
the last time I sold a painting.

I'm beginning to wonder
if I really got what it takes.

Maybe I ought to just give up
the whole thing.

Aw, now, Junior,
you can't be serious about that.

I am, Dad.

I mean, what's the use
of knocking your head

against the wall
if ain't nothing happening.

Yeah. Well, look,
let me and your mother

talk about this alone
for a minute.

I'll let you know, hear?

Okay, Dad, but I feel the need
for some sympathy.

I think I'll go in the room
and cut off my ear.

Now look here, Florida.
Maybe we ought to--

James, it just isn't right
to paint some man's wife nude.

Well, maybe Junior's right.

Maybe we are being a little bit
old-fashioned about this.

I mean, after all, if God didn't
intend for man to look at woman,

then why did he give them
all them nice, uh...

What I mean to say is,
how come he made look so, uh...

Why he make 'em
look so beautiful, baby?

Like you, sugar.
Heh heh.

James, the thought of J.J.
painting a naked woman

is something
I just can't accept.

I think we ought to at least
talk about the thing some more.

Having another
family discussion?

You stay out of this.
I'm not even in it yet.

James, why would The Wiggler
hire J.J.?

What's a wiggler?
Never mind.

'Cause he's the only painter
in the projects, he's cheap,

and probably she feels safe
undressing in front of him.

Who's gonna undress?

Didn't I say never mind?

I thought you wanted me
to participate

in family discussions.

Not in this
particular discussion.

Now go do some homework.

I wanna be bused
to another family.

If you don't
get out of here,

I'm gonna bus you
with this belt.

Now, baby, you heard
what Junior said.

He's ready to give up
on his painting.

I know you don't want that,
do you?

Honey, you know I don't.

You know, Florida,

there's a lot of kids
like Junior out on the street.

They ain't got no where to go,
nothing to do.

At least our son's got a talent.
I mean, he can paint.

If Junior ain't got
his painting, he ain't nowhere.

Well?

Maybe you're right, James.

He's got to go on painting.

That's right.

I guess I was silly

worrying about J.J.
and The Wiggler.

I know
we brought him up right.

Sure we did.
He's my son.

Mm.

But let's trust him anyhow.

All right, James. If it's okay
with you, it's okay with me.

Ha-ha, Dy-no-mite!

Dad, Ma, you gonna let
J.J. paint her?

You heard, too, huh?

I just love
these little private talks

we have, James.

Thanks, Ma and Dad.

The minute I was born
and meet y'all two,

I knew that we would
hit it off.

Who are you calling?

I'm calling Mrs. Brooks
to tell her it's all set.

Hell-o?

Mrs. Brooks?

Oh, uh, Mr. Brooks.

Yeah, well,
this is her hair dresser,

uh, Mr. LeRoy.

Yeah, I'm down here
at the beauty saloon...

Yeah ,I'm calling about her
hair appointment today.

Yeah, I'm supposed to
hot comb her afro.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Junior, what is this
Mr. Leroy business?

Dad, I don't wanna
blow the surprise.

Hello, Mrs. Brooks?

Yeah, this is your personal
portrait painter--

James Evans, Junior.

Yeah, I wanna finalize
the arrangement.

Yeah, it's all set.

All you have to do is come down
with a small down payment--

say, about 90 percent.

Yeah, okay,
I'll see you soon. Bye.

Well, I'm in business.
It's all set.

I am in business,
and she's on her way down.

Ha ha ha.

Aw, J.J.,
I'm so happy for you.

Yeah, me too, Junior.

I see you getting ready
to meet The Wiggler, too.

You know, I still don't
understand it.

What kind of a birthday present
is that, anyway?

Why give your husband a painting
of yourself in the nude?

Sure beats the hell
out them slippers I got.

Uh...

baby, you know I got
a birthday coming up soon.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Uh--
James.

I'll get it, Dad.

Hey. Hello, Mrs. Brooks!

Hi, J.J.

Come on in.
Thank you.

I want you to meet my family.

Uh, this is my mother,

my sister Thelma,
and my dad.

How do you do,
Mrs. Brooks?

My, Mr. Evans.

J.J. didn't tell me
he had such a handsome father.

[CHUCKLES]

How you doing Miss Wiggler--
uh, Mrs. Brooks?

You'd make a wonderful model
yourself.

Yeah...

Me and Jim Brown.

Your stomach
just went down one size,

and your head
went up two.

I brought
the down payment, J.J.

I've only got $25 for now.

Aw, that's fine.
When you wanna get started?

How about 5:00 tomorrow?

My husband Calvin
thinks I'm getting my hair done.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Tomorrow will be fine.

You better give me
the address of your studio.

Oh, you have the address--
right here.

Here?
Here?

Here, J.J.?

Here?

Aw, now take it easy, Ma.

Where else did you think
I was gonna paint her?

I never even thought about it,
and now that I think about it--

Oh, I don't wanna
think about it.

But, Ma...

Don't you "But, Ma" me.
There is no way in the world

you gonna paint a naked woman
in that living room.

Then I'll paint her here
in the kitchen.

Can I just have my deposit back?

Uh, Thelma,
don't just stand there.

Do something to help me.
I'm desperate.

I agree with Ma and Daddy.
It's crazy.

I thought
you was on my side.

You knew that wouldn't last.

Aw, this ain't fair. I'm
gonna cut off both of my ears.

J.J., will you stop
that nonsense?

Now, we gave in
to the idea of a nude picture,

but not in our home.

We've got
a 12-year-old child here.

Aw, that's okay, Ma,
I'll get him a fake ID.

I'll be 13 in two months.

Michael, you shouldn't
even be listening.

Go into Thelma's room.

You can hear
just as good in there.

I beg your pardon?

I'm going, Daddy.

That's what
I thought you said.

Can I have my money back,
please?

Just relax, Miss Brooks.
I'll think of something.

Uh, how about if I paint you
up on the roof?

Junior, why don't you just give
the lady her money back now?

Daddy, maybe J.J.
can rent a studio.

Are you crazy, girl?

There ain't no studios
around here.

Can I have my money back?

Okay, looks like I'm dead.
Here you go.

And there goes my whole
art career out the window,

and I wish I could
go out the window with it.

Just a minute. Mrs. Brooks,
I just had a thought.

Now, you wanna give your husband
a nice birthday present.

A portrait of yourself,
right?

Right.

Well, would it
make any difference

if you gave him a picture of you
in a bathing suit?

But it's a birthday present.

That's why I wanted it done
in my birthday suit.

Well, do you think my husband
would like it?

Mrs. Brooks...

I'm sure that
with your figure

and my son's imagination,

well, that painting
will come out just fine.

Yeah!

Mrs. Evans, I think
that's a good idea.

We'll put what talents I have
into a bathing suit,

and J.J.'s talents on canvas.

Oh, that's a great idea!

Heh heh heh.

[MOCKS] Heh heh heh.

Thanks, Ma, for coming up with
a great idea.

Hey, now that The Wiggler's
gonna wear a bathing suit,

is it cool for a 12-year-old kid
to come out now?

Well, I'm all set.

All I need now is my model,
who shall be here momentarily.

Mm.

Now, Junior, now,
the most important thing

about a painting like this
is concentration.

Don't let nothing
distract you.

What are you
talking about, Dad?

Well, what I mean is you can see
that even with a dress on

that the woman
is, uh, together.

Oh, you noticed?

Well, just giving my son
some advice. That's all.

Aw, now you don't have to
worry about me.

Being a artiste
is like being a doctor.

When I look at
the female figure,

all I see
is a collection of curves.

Well, don't forget
the stop signs.

I don't know
what's wrong with y'all.

Y'all don't understand.
This is my profession now...

and it don't bother me
being around beautiful females.

They just call me
the long Toulouse-Lautrec.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

James--

Uh, I'll get it.

Hello, Mrs. Brooks.

Hi, J.J., Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

Miss Brooks,
how you doing?

Well, I'm all ready for you.

All you have to do is go
hang up your coat over there.

Oh, thank you.

Here you go, son.

Well, how do you
want me to pose?

She's talking to you,
Too Loose.

How do you want me to pose?

Uh...

any way is fine.

Uh, I can't miss you.

Well, how is this?

Uhh...

Or this?

Ooh!

Or maybe, uh, this?

Aah.

Well, how do you
want me to pose?

Uh, that'll be fine.

Okay, I'll do this.
Okay.

Ahem. Uh, I think I can
handle this alone, Dad.

Of course, Junior.
You're on your own, son.

Heh heh heh.

[MOCKS] Heh heh heh.

You think my husband
will like his birthday present?

Yes, Lord!

James.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

I get it, baby.

Heh. Hello.

No! Not-- No!

Of course
that ain't Florida.

Junior,
pull the shade down.

Well, what's your jaw
so tight about?

What do you mean, "No, no.
Of course that ain't Florida?"

What I meant was, baby,

if that was you standing there
in a bathing suit,

why, all the windows
in the projects

would be wide open.

I hope I'm not
bothering anybody.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

This is a typical evening
in the Evans home.

Heh. Yeah, no trouble.
No trouble at all, Miss Brooks.

James...
Yeah.

J.J.
is doing the painting.

There's no need
for you to do the looking.

Aw, Florida,
what you talking about?

I ain't paying that girl
no mind.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, this stuff is cold.

Give me another cup of thigh,
will you?

Can I see it now?

Well, not until
it's finished.

Well, this session
will rap it up, Ms. Brooks.

Uh, I think
that's about it.

Good. I've been lying
to my husband for six days,

sneaking around, trying to
keep him from following me.

He's getting wise,
and I'm getting pneumonia.

Well, I got to get
another tube of paint.

I'm running out of
flesh tones.

Uh, you use up
a lot of that.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Calvin, what are you
doing here?

I've got
a better question, baby.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Calvin, wait.
There's an explanation.

Yeah, I'll bet there is.
Now, who's the dude?

The dude?

Well, let's get at it.

Hey!

Hey.

Who are you?

He's my husband.

Oh, nice to meet you.

You owe me $25
for services rendered.

This beat my time?

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

I mean, you messing around
with this mess of bones?

Wait a minute.
You think that me and her were--

You're damn right!

Heh heh. Well,
sometimes these things happen

between a model
and a artiste.

Oh, Calvin, wait!

Hey, now wait a minute.

I was just immortalizing her
on canvas. What I mean was--

I know
what you mean, dude.

Wait a minute.
I got something to say.

Yeah, like what?
Help, police!

Now say your prayers, sonny.

Ma!

Hey, hey, hey! What the hell's
going on here?

Man, this brown bag of bones
been messing with my wife.

Yeah, well,
just lighten up, brother,

'cause this brown bag of bones
happens to be my son.

That's right.
You lucky my dad got here.

Right, brother.

J.J., stop that nonsense
before something falls off.

And if you'd open your eyes,
you'd see what's going on.

That's right, honey.

He was painting my picture
as a birthday present for you.

Oh.

Hey, that's not
what I was wearing.

Well, that's the way I see it.

Well, do you like it?

Charlene,
you're something else.

Well, the something else
is the bathing suit,

compliments of yours truly.

Hey, when I sign that painting,

I'm gonna sign it,
"J.J. Evans and Mama."

Honey, you did this
for me?

I sure did.

Aw, baby,
you're fantastic!

Ahem. She wasn't fantastic
by herself.

It was a collaboration
between artist and model.

Aw...

J.J., you're a genius.

I know.

Yeah, and, folks, that's
some artist you got there.

[LIKE J.J.] We know.
[LIKE J.J.] We know.

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