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J.J., I hope
you're getting dressed.

You don't want
to be late for your job.

Oh, you don't have to worry
about that, baby.

He's really excited
about this one.

I don't blame him.

Usher in an uptown
fancy movie house.

And J.J.'s
a real good usher, too.

He sure does know
how to give orders.

When he gave me
that free pass the other night,

he was outside saying,
"Okay, everybody,

"the picture breaks
in five minutes,

"so keep to the right, please.

"Don't crowd the sidewalk.

Everybody, keep to your right.
Moving on."

I bet they listened.

I know I did, Mama.
I was the only one on line.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Just a minute.

J.J., telephone.
It's Henrietta.

[DOOR SLAMS]

What is it about me

that makes women interrupt
my bathroom time?

Yeah, Henrietta.
What is it this time?

No, I can't take you
out tonight.

I have a previous engagement.
Now don't get hysterical.

Life is full of
little disappointments.

Don't worry.
You'll get over it.

Sar-on-ara.

Son, you tell me something.

How come you got
such an independent attitude

towards Henrietta
all of the sudden?

I thought she was
your main dish.

She was, Dad,
but I changed the menu.

All she is now
is yesterday's leftovers.

What are you
talking about, J.J.?

Family, are y'all
ready for this?

I have met Clarissa Robinson.

Love has trucked into my life,

and we are doing
a lot of double clutching.

Well, if you don't stop
changing trucks so much,

you're gonna
strip your gears.

Aw, Ma, Clarissa
is the real thing.

She has a figure

that makes the number eight
look like the number one

and a smile
that lights up the night,

and it all belongs to
Kid Dyn-o-mite.

Junior, you go through
this routine

every time
you meet a new girl.

Yeah, you always think
you found something better,

then you run right back
to Henrietta.

You're not too bright,
Kid Dyn-o-mite.

Y'all don't understand.
Clarissa's different.

She's class
with a capital "C,"

like in Cat-o-llac...

Which she happens to drive.

Junior, she drives
her own hog?

What kind of girl
you got here, anyhow?

A loaded one.

She lives on
the south shore.

South shore?

That's where
all the rich blacks lives.

They so fancy, they eat
their fried chicken broiled.

J.J., how'd you happen
to meet a girl like that?

In the movie house.

I personally escorted her
down the aisle.

It was dark,
so I took her hand,

and the minute
our hands touched,

we knew it was love.

How?

My flashlight lit up,

and it didn't have
no batteries in it.

Fool.

Junior, you sure
you ain't making all this up?

Nah, Dad.
I took her out three times.

Father's a big-time businessman.

And, Ma, you should see
their house.

Eight rooms. That don't include
the three bathrooms.

They got one bathroom upstairs,
one bathroom downstairs,

and one little itsy-bitsy one

in what they call
the entry hall.

That's in case you can't make it
to the upstairs or downstairs.

Well, if y'all excuse me,
I got to get ready for work.

Just look at him,
strutting like a peacock.

Why not, baby?
He ain't short on hens.

Oh, James.

It doesn't make sense.

If Clarissa is anything
the way J.J. described her,

what she running
after him for?

Very simple, Thelma--
because he's his father's son.

Baby,
what I'm trying to say is,

before we got married,

I used to date
a lot of rich girls, too.

You know Emma Watson?
You talk about bathrooms...

Three of them?
Her family had 96 of them.

Oh, come on now,
James.

I'm not jiving, baby. 96.

Of course, they ran a string
of pay toilets, though.

Now, what I'm trying
to say, baby,

is that there's something
about the Evans men

that seems to attract
all kinds of women,

both plain and fancy.

I know all about
you Evans men.

I just don't want to see
J.J. hurt, that's all.

What you mean, baby?

Oh, you know
how J.J. is.

Every time he meets
a new girl,

he goes flying out
into the clouds,

and most times,

he comes
falling back to Earth

without a parachute.

J.J., you're gonna wear
your uniform to work?

That's right, Ma.

I turn Clarissa on
when I wear my uniform.

Oh, J.J., about Clarissa--
don't get too involved, huh?

Just think of her
as another girl.

But she's not just
another girl.

This is it. I mean,

all the other girls I met
were just oleo margarine.

But Clarissa
is 100% pure butter.

And I am
her corn on the cob.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Who's calling?

Just a minute.
J.J., it's Clarissa.

Heh heh heh heh.

Heh heh heh heh.

Hello.

This is the love of your life
speaking.

Of course I'm available
for Saturday night.

For you, I always am.

Hey, yeah,
you know I got a tuxedo.

Uh, doesn't everybody?

Hey, that's sounds like
it's really gonna be something.

All right. I'll talk to you
later, Clarissa. Bye.

J.J., what's going on?

So she don't dig me,
huh, little girl?

I'll have you know she just
invited me, brother J.J.,

to the 10th Annual
South Shore Debutante Ball.

Debutante Ball?

You mean to say
they still have them things?

They sure do, James.

That's a big social event
of the year for black society.

They always have a big spread
about it in The Defender.

J.J., stop lying.
She invited you?

Not invited, begged.

Well, I'm gonna be
escorting a debutante.

I guess that makes me
a debu-dude.

Son is moving up.

Well, why not, baby?
Like I told you...

there's something about
the Evans men.

All right.

All right.

Before you get too carried away,
Mr. Big Shot,

what about that tuxedo
you told her you had?

Oh, that ain't
no problem, Thelma.

I'm gonna stroll over to
Charlie's Mortuary

and see can I borrow one
they ain't using Monday.

Uh, Dad, if it's
all the same with you,

I'd rather rent one.

I feel better knowing
the tuxedo moves when I do.

Well, goodbye, Mater.

Goodbye, Pater.

Goodbye, little Brater.

And goodbye, Sater.

He's crazy.
This whole thing is crazy.

What's she running
after him for? Why?

Thelma, your brother
is a fine boy

and beautiful
in his own way.

I can see why any girl
would be interested in him.

That's right. Now y'all
beginning to realize

that there's...

OTHERS: Something about
the Evans men.

Right on.
Right on.

[WALTZ PLAYING]

One, two, step.
One, two, step. One, two, step.

One, two, step.
One, two, step.

Yeow!

Ma, Ma,
what did I do wrong?

I thought
I was light on my feet.

You were, J.J., but
you was heavy on my corns.

Aw, Ma, what do I have to learn
how to waltz for, anyway?

Because those
debutante balls

always start off with
a waltz.

Honey, just try to think of it
as soul in three-quarter time.

Tonight's a big night.
Let's try it once more.

One, two, step. One, two, step.
One, two, step. One, two.

One, two, step.
One, two, step.

One, two, step.
One, two, step.

Oh!

It's one, two, step,
not one, two, kick.

Aw, Ma, it ain't no use.

The music may be for waltzing,

but my body's built
for boogying.

You're body wasn't built.

It was manufactured
in a toothpick factory.

Oh, you got some nerve,
you lumberyard pine tree.

All right!
Now that's enough.

J.J., we'll pick up
the dancing later.

Right now,
let's run through

some of the other things
you ought to know

about these fancy shindigs.

The important thing

is to look down your nose
at everybody.

Look down your nose
at everybody.

That's good. That's
a great down-the-nose look.

Another thing
is your conversation.

Now, what people with money
talk about is money,

so if anybody asks you
about the economy,

you just look real big
and say,

[SNOOTY] "The reason people
are unemployed today

is because
they're not working."

But that don't make
no sense, Ma.

That's why
it's perfect economy talk.

Aw, Ma.

Hey, Junior.
Where you on your way to?

I'm going down to pick up
my tuxedo at the rental place.

Do y'all realize, family--
do y'all realize--

this is my first shot
at the major leagues.

My first tuxedo.
My first South Shore Ball.

Look out, world,
I feel so rare.

Here come the debu-dude
estro-dinaire!

Baby, I ain't never seen
Junior so excited.

He's 10 feet
off the ground.

I mean, he's like a tall,
skinny Prince Charming.

Well, this is the biggest thing
that ever happened to J.J.

I bet they gonna have his name
on the society page.

I could just see it.

"Miss Clarissa Robinson

and her escort--
James Evans, Jr."

You know something, James?
I think we're all getting...

just as big
a kick out of this as J.J.

Yeah, you right
on that, baby.

Yeah, even me.

FLORIDA : Well...

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Oh, Mrs. Evans?

Yes.

I'm Clarissa Robinson.

Oh, what a nice surprise.
Come in. Comein.

J.J. will be so pleased
you stopped by.

Oh, I'm not so sure.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

Yes. I've come to tell him
he can't take me to the ball.

Oh, Daddy.

Clarissa, what do you mean
he can't take you to the ball?

I don't know how to say this,

but my parents feel
he's not the right type.

What the hell you mean
he's not the right type?

Uh, I'm Junior's daddy.
You excuse me.

Oh, how do you do?

Fine. How you do?

What the hell you mean
he's not the right type?

We ain't talking about
no damn blood bank.

Daddy, please.
Nuh-uh!

James, stop yelling
at the child.

I ain't yelling
at the child, baby.

I'm yelling at
her parents.

Got they nose
stuck so far up in the air,

break your neck
just to talk to them.

I know how you feel, Mr. Evans,

and I'm as upset about it
as you are.

We had a big fight about it,
and I walked out on them.

That's serious business, child.

I know, Mrs. Evans,

but it's been coming
for a quite a while now,

and I've got to talk to
someone about it.

Of course.

Come, come.
Sit down, honey.

Clarissa, walking out
on your parents

is still serious business.

Are you sure
you did the right thing?

You're damn right
she did.

Clarissa, my husband
does know other words

besides "hell" and "damn."

Yeah, I know 'em,
but right now,

those the best words
to describe how I'm feeling.

My son is out there
picking out a tuxedo,

spending his hard-earned money,

looking forward to
the biggest night in his life,

just to come home
and get hit with a sledgehammer.

I'm sorry.
It's my parents.

They had this boy
picked out for me,

and when I told them
at the last minute

I'd only go with J.J.,
they got hysterical.

I kept telling them
how much I like J.J.--

he's such fun,
and he's so talented--

but they wouldn't even
listen to me.

They just
kept on and on at me

until finally, I just
had to get out of there.

It's all right.
It's all right.

We understand
about your parents.

No, we don't, neither.

Clarissa, this is
my daughter Thelma.

Thelma, why don't you
take Clarissa to your room

and let her relax
for a minute, huh?

Sure, Ma.
Come on, Clarissa.

What am I gonna tell
J.J.?

Oh, baby, this really makes
my jaws tight.

Bourgeois people.

My main concern is J.J.
He's gonna be heartbroken.

How are we gonna tell him?

We'll have to tell him
just like it is,

that the South Shore
done gave him

a swift kick
in the south side.

Hey!

Ain't this something?

I'm gonna make
all of them debu-dudes

look like debu-duds.

I tell you, Ma,

it looked so sharp
when I put it on,

I just couldn't
take it off.

J.J., you came
through the street

dressed like that?

That's right, Ma.

A mugger walked up to me,
didn't ask me for no money.

Asked me for the first dance.

Okay, let's get back to them
waltzing lessons.

In these threads, I'm ready
to do some high-stepping.

Come on, Ma, let's get down!

J.J.! J.J.!

Ma, when me and Clarissa
hit that first waltz,

I want everybody to know

that I'm the ebony Fred Astaire,
and she is my Ginger Rogers.

J.J...

Mama don't feel
much like dancing.

Come on, Dad,
that leaves you.

You look much better
than the mugger.

Junior, I think
you better slow down, son.

Just slow down, now.

I can't, Dad. My motor
is runnin. I can't stop.

Boy, I'm gonna dance all night
at that ball.

Man, I tell you,

if I wear out my running shoes,
I ain't worried,

because I got on my red socks.
Ha ha ha.

Whoo. Ha ha ha.

Clarissa.
What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to
pick me up.

I'm supposed to pick you up.

And, uh, how come
you ain't dressed?

J.J., we're not
going to the ball.

We're not going to
the ball?

That's what I was trying to
tell you, son.

Clarissa's parents
don't think

you're the right person
to take her.

Why, Ma?

You got the wrong address,
Junior.

Your zip code don't make it.

J.J., she walked out
on her parents because of it.

What?

If you're not going to
the ball, I'm not going,

and I'm not
going back home, either.

Hey, Clarissa, now don't get in
no hassle with your parents

on my account.

I mean, I got plenty of things
that I could do tonight...

Uh, soon as
I think of them.

Well, I'd better
get out of this tuxedo.

I got it rented for 24 hours.

Maybe I could sublease it.

Oh, Florida, this really
makes me mad now.

I mean, I just don't like this.

You know J.J.
He'll get over it.

I know that, Thelma,
and it ain't this dance.

I could give less than a damn
about some stupid dance.

I just don't like the idea

of somebody
putting down our son.

I know.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

We're Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,
Clarissa's parents.

Well...

Well, welcome to the ghetto.

How you all get in here,
posed as spooks?

Mom, Dad?

We had a feeling
you'd be here.

We've had enough foolishness
out of you, young lady.

Now get your things
and let's go.

I'm not going.

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,

I think there are some things
we should talk over.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Now, wait, baby. Wait, wait.
Before they come in...

maybe we ought to spray
the place down with Lysol

so they don't contaminate
theyself, huh?

Clarissa,
let's not make a scene.

Please get your things.

Yes, the faster we get
out of here, the better.

Yeah. Ain't you all heard?

There's niggas in here.

We didn't come here to fight,
Mr. Evans.

We only want our daughter home.
Clarissa?

I said
I'm not going, Ma.

Clarissa!

Maybe you'd better go,
sweetheart.

Ma, Clarissa said
she doesn't want to go.

Thelma, let me finish.

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,

I don't like
your way of thinking,

and I don't like the way
you've hurt our boy,

but I do believe
it couldn't hurt you

to spend
a little bit more time

listening
to your daughter.

Clarissa,
I was thinking that, uh--

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,
uh, I should say hello,

but from the expression
on your face,

I think I'll say goodbye.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh, Junior.
This is your home.

This one place you don't break
and run from nobody.

Now come on back here.

I think I'd rather,
Dad.

I said come back here, Junior.

Uh, how do you all do?

Uh, can I offer you all
some Kool-Aid?

Junior, you don't offer Kool-Aid
to Mr. and Mrs. Oreo.

See, it's got to be
imported champagne

with custom-made bubbles.
Ain't that right, cookie?

That cuts it.
That cuts it, Mr. Evans!

I think it's time
you and me get down!

Get down, huh?
Listen to him.

Get down! Well,
that's pretty hip talk

for somebody
from uptown, ain't it?

And where in the hell
do you think I worked

before I got uptown?
I was right here.

Now, I busted my butt
a lot of years

to get out of here,
and I made it.

Now, you make it
sound like success

is a dirty word, brother.

No. Success
ain't the dirty word.

It's forgetting.

Forgetting where
you came from, brother.

Damn right I'm forgetting.
I don't want to know...

the stink of the ghetto
no more,

and that goes for my wife
and my daughter.

Well, what the hell
you think I want

for my family, man?

What you think I'm fighting
and scratching for?

I'll tell you something. If
we are lucky enough to make it,

there's one thing
we ain't gonna do--

we ain't gonna forget the ones
that got stuck here.

Right on, Daddy.

All I know
is I've paid my dues,

and I'm gonna make sure
that my daughter has the best.

And what makes you think
our son isn't the best?

Yeah?

All right, he's a nice boy,
but he's here.

Now, you can talk all you want
about getting out,

but you know
it's a million-to-one shot.

Mr. Robinson, I want to
show you something.

What do you think
of this? Huh?

Yeah, how about this?
Hmm?

And this one.

They're very unusual, Gene.

Yeah.
Very powerful.

This is our son's way

of cutting down
those million-to-one odds.

He painted these?

He certainly did,
Daddy.

They're really very good.

That is
if it don't bother you

to be reminded
of where you came from.

I'll tell you what.

Oh, no, no, no.
They ain't for sale.

What?
Not to you.

You heard what my husband say.

J.J.'s paintings
are not for sale,

and neither is J.J.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I was gonna give you
a hundred dollars.

I'll take it!

Shut up, Junior.
Shut up, J.J.

All right, then.

Clarissa, are you
gonna go back home?

On two conditions, Daddy--

that I don't have to go to
that dumb dance tonight,

and that I can still
keep on seeing J.J.

No.

Ah-ah. It's okay.

All right, all right.

Now that we're not
going to the ball,

where are we gonna
go tonight?

Let's go get a Big Mac.

Sounds great!

Okay, I'll be with you
in a couple of minutes.

Where you going?

I'm gonna put on
my tuxedo.

I got it rented.
I might as well use it.

Now don't come home
too late, now.

We won't.
Mrs. Evans, thanks.

You're welcome,
sweetheart.

See you later, Junior.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,

it looks like they were
good enough for each other.

Yeah, for the moment.
But actually...

Clarissa's going away to college
in a couple of weeks,

a long way away,

and as far as
these paintings are concerned,

I thought they might be
a good business investment,

but that's all your son
meant to us.

What do you mean
by that?

Oh, no, no, no...
James!

That's all right.
It's all right, baby.

The man's just telling it
like it is.

He's the kind of man
gotta say what's on his mind,

just like me, huh, brother?

Right.

That's why I'm saying
get the hell out my house.

Just get the hell out,
both of you!

[APPLAUSE]

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