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[TELEPHONE RINGING]

I'll get it.

Yeah, it's probably
President Ford

calling to tell us
why the country's

in such bad shape.

I just hope he ain't
calling collect.

Oh, James.

Hello?

Oh, Henrietta.

No, J.J.'s not here.

Listen, Henrietta,

we've all just been dying
to meet you,

so why don't you come over
and have dinner with us tonight,

and think of what a big surprise
that'll be for J.J.

Good.

Then we'll see you
in a little while.

Okay. Bye-bye, sweetheart.

James,
we're finally going to meet

J.J.'s girl, Henrietta.

I'm so excited.

I can hardly wait to see
what kind of girl she is.

Baby, I can't think
of but two kinds.

There's the dumb kind

you bring home
to meet your folks,

and the hip kind you bring home
when your folks ain't there.

Oh, which kind was I?

Yes?

Well...

See, I just thought
of a third kind.

See, you was the kind

that most guys
hope to marry,

but just wasn't
lucky enough to catch.

Oh, James,

that is the sweetest,
most touching way

I ever heard you

squirm out
of anything yet.

You know
I mean every word.

Oh.

You know something, James?

You should have been a typist.

You sure are partial
to the touch system.

Hey, Michael, Thelma,
you all come out here a minute.

I've got some good news for you.

What is it, Ma?

Yeah, what's up?

Henrietta is coming
to dinner,

and I don't want you

to mention
one word about this

when J.J. gets home.

It's going to be
a surprise.

Thelma,

I want you to help me
finish dinner, okay?

Okay, Mom.

And, Michael?
Yeah, Mom?

I want you
to scrub up good,

comb your hair,

and put on
another shirt.

For some dopey girl?

Mama, the guest

is the one who's supposed to do
all that stuff,

not me-- I live here.

You need some help

making a wardrobe
selection?

Let me see.

Should I wear my shirt
with the stripes

or the one
with the wide collar?

Oh, go on, go, go.

Honey, you know,
it wouldn't hurt

if you put on
another shirt too.

For some old dopey girl?

James.

Let me see,

should I wear
my brown shirt

or my brown shirt?

Oh, James.

Mm.

Ma's cooking--

Yeah, on the appreciation scale
of 1 to 10,

your cooking gets a big 9.9.

Only 9.9?

Yeah,
Thelma's cooking gets a 0.1.

After you take
the first swallow,

you point one
to the Pepto Bismol.

For all you know, Totem Pole,

I might have cooked
what you just inhaled.

Impossible.

My nose is programmed
to cut off automatically,

and my stomach
goes into instant reject.

J.J., what are all
those newspapers for?

Maybe he wants you
to housebreak him.

Mom, what I have here
is a few of the morning,

the afternoon,
and a few

of the neighborhood
throwaways

that I picked up

before they were
thrown away.

I want

to closely scrutinize
the possibility

of getting
a full-time job.

What happened
to your part-time ushering job?

Part-time
ain't good enough, Ma.

I need
a full-time job.

You're looking
at a brand-new me--

J.J. the Conscientious,

J.J. the Mature,

J.J...

The fool.

To show you
how mature I am, Ma,

I will ignore the child.

Moving on.

As you know, Ma,
in a couple of months,

I'll be graduating
from high school,

therefore, I'm going to start
thinking about my future now.

You know,
it's a cold, ugly world

I've got out there to face.

And with your face
out there,

it'll be colder
and uglier.

What?

You Frankenstein.

All right, all right,
that's enough you two.

J.J., you know,

it is hard to believe

that you're starting
to take life serious.

Well, I am, Ma.

Now, let's see
what fantastic jobs

are available
for James Evans Jr.

"Electronic engineer,

"digital analog
circuit design--

"Must have

"telecommunications
experience

"in modern design and active
filter retreat.

"Semiconductor manufacturing
expertise preferred.

Salary commensurate
with experience."

Moving on to the next ad.

Hmm, this one ain't no easier.

Moving on to the next page.

Hey, Ma, here's one
in my bag--

"Salesman wanted--

young, eager,
and bright."

I'm young,
I'm eager...

And you'd better quit
while you're ahead.

Ma, can we trade her in
for a future draft choice?

Thelma, stop bothering
your brother.

Now, let's see

what they want
the young, eager,

bright salesman
to sell.

"Cemetery plots."

Hmm, "Must have car."

Car? Are they kidding?

They must mean "hearse."

Maybe you'd better move on
to the next paper.

Wait a minute, Ma.

Here's something
that looks good--

Restaurant manager.

"Large restaurant

"has opening
for management position.

"Excellent salary
and benefits.

Send resume."

That's "resumé," stupid.

Oh, resumé.

Then the job must be
in a French restaurant.

J.J.,

a resumé is a written history
of all the jobs

and work experiences you've had
in the past few years.

But suppose you ain't had no job
or work experience,

then what do you send?

Your regrets.

I'm sorry, Mama,

but I don't know why I have to
go through all this trouble

just to eat dinner at home.
But, Michael,

you look so cute.

Mama, why do I have
to look cute to eat?

Why can't I look
like J.J.?

Hey!

Mom, I could understand
getting dressed

for Julian Bond
or Muhammad Ali,

but some dopey, old--

Michael, why don't you
go into Thelma's room

and read
the funnies?

Man, you can't say two words
around here

without being sent out
to another room.

J.J., what
I can't understand

is why all of the sudden
concern about your future

and making big money?

I've got my reasons, Ma.
I've got my reasons.

J.J., you'll never find anything
in the papers you qualify for.

Then I'll go
to the employment agency,

and I'll say
to that personnel director,

"It's about time
you all saw the light

and hired
the great Kid Dyn-o-mite."

Aah.

Junior, what you doing
with all these newspapers?

I'm looking for
a full-time job, Dad.

Say what?

That's right, Dad.

I think
it's about time

that I go out
into the world

and become the master
of my own destiny.

Yeah, well, master
without a good education,

the only destiny
you're going to have

is a swift kick
in the butt.

Well, I'm going to have
a high school diploma.

Oh, Junior, nowadays, that ain't
enough to get you as high

as the bottom
of the heap.

I'm telling you,
it's rough out there, son.

What you need
to be concentrating on

is a junior college

and one of them big-time
art schools.

Well, Dad, I tell you right now.

My mind is definitely not
on junior college or art school.

But, J.J., what could
be more important

than your art?

Henrietta and...

the possibility
of getting married.

Married?

You?

And why not?

Henrietta
digs sweets,

and I am
the Almond Joy

of her life.

Yeah, that's right,

a big nut covered
with chocolate.

Go ahead,
have your frivolity,

but I think I'm in love.

You think
you're in love, huh?

Well, I've been hit
by something.

The mere thought of Henrietta
turns on my ignition,

but rides the sparks
that start my motor racing.

Junior, you don't need no wife.
You need a mechanic.

J.J., there's no need

to discuss
marriage for you.

You're too broke,
too irresponsible,

and too young.

James,

something
smells strange

all of a sudden.

First, it's
this full-time job

and now this
marriage nonsense.

We're going to find out
what it's all about

as soon as Henrietta
gets here.

When Henrietta gets where?

Here.

We invited her
over for dinner.

It was going to be
a surprise.

Well, since I hate surprises,
and Henrietta hates dinner,

I'll call her
and tell her to stay home.

You'll do nothing
of the kind.

Put that phone down.

Oh, Ma,
Henrietta can't come here.

This building's dangerous.
Some weirdo may bother her.

I come to this building
every day

and nobody bothers me.

That's because

weirdos got respect
for each other.

[KNOCKING]

Oh, that must be
Henrietta now.

Don't open it, Ma.
Pretend we're not home,

or better yet, I'll write a note
saying we moved

and shove it under the door.

I'll shove you
under that door.

Answer it.

[KNOCKING]

Answer the door, Junior.

Surprise.

My Lord.

I invite her
over to dinner,

but I didn't know

she was going
to bring company.

Uh... Henrietta,

I want you to meet
the beautiful lady

who made
this historic meeting

possible,

my mother,
Mrs. James Evans.

Oh, Mrs. Evans,

this is one of
my biggest thrills.

That's quite
a compliment.

And...

I want you to meet the old block
that I'm the chip off of,

my father, James Evans Senior.

I'm the block,

but the chip
is cracked.

It's nice
to meet you, Mr. Evans.

Same here, Henrietta.

And I want you to meet
my brilliant little kid brother,

Michael,

and my sister,
the weirdo Thelma.

You know, you all look exactly
like I had you pictured.

You don't look nothing
like we had you pictured.

What my wife means is that...

you're much prettier
than we thought you'd be.

Yes.

A lot much.

Thanks.

You know, I'm going to let
you and Mrs. Evans in

on a little secret.

Secret?

Yeah, I mean,

you're really lucky
to have a son like J.J.

He's the most adorable dude
I know.

Henrietta's only fault
is telling it like it is.

Junior, we can see how it is.

Thelma, we're going to be

a little while
before dinner,

so why don't you take
Henrietta into your room

and let her hear
some of your new albums.

But I don't have
any new albums, Ma.

Then take her in there

and hum some of the ones
you don't have.

Ah, yeah, okay.

Come on, Henrietta,

I've got a couple
of really bad records

I bet you haven't
heard yet.

Well, don't be too sure, Thelma.

After all,
I do get around.

J.J.
Uh-oh.

Something tells me
things are going to be said

that a little kid
shouldn't hear,

but I'm staying anyway.

Now, you go in our room
and read the funny papers.

Daddy, I already read
the funny papers,

and they don't have
as much action

as there is out here.

Go!

Oh, Daddy, how come
I always got to split

when things
get exciting?

You think
it's exciting?

Now, keep standing
there, hear?

Boy, I'll tell you,

there's nothing
I like better

than a dull evening
at home.

Okay, J.J., you've got
a lot of explaining to do,

so get with it,
and I want the whole story.

We ain't got to hear
the whole story, Baby.

We can guess the beginning,

because we've just seen
the middle.

Does that mean you don't want us
to do anything about this?

I don't know what
we can do about it,

other than make sure
Junior understands

everything
there is to know

about this kind
of situation.

Well,
what is there to understand?

He understands
that one plus one makes three.

Junior, you ain't got
to marry Henrietta,

and there ain't no law
that says you do.

James!
But, Dad...

Florida, when a girl gets
pregnant today, it's her fault.

I mean, there's
all sorts of ways--

There's all sorts of ways
to prevent this kind of thing,

and she could have done it
by herself just by saying "no".

James, now, there are a whole
lot of things

that a girl can do by herself,

but getting pregnant
ain't one of them.

Now, Henrietta had
a willing accomplice.

But, ma...

Now, how do you know
he was a willing accomplice?

I bet it's just a con job to
trap Junior into marrying her.

But, Dad...

Ah, Junior, shut up.

This ain't none
of your business.

James, this is crazy.

You just said yourself

that J.J. wasn't prepared
for what's out there.

Who would want to trap him
into bringing home the bacon

when he can't even
catch the pig?

Florida, the girls get pregnant
all the time

just to land a good catch.

James, J.J. is my son too,
and I love him dearly,

but I don't think
an unemployed teenager

is a good catch.

Oh, well, he is.

Now, he may not seem like
much right now, Baby,

but one day, he's going
to be a great artist.

I think the girl's
just using her head

trying to get in
on the ground floor.

But, Dad...

Junior, I told you
to shut up.

You ain't got nothing
to do with this.

[DISCO MUSIC PLAYING]

Girl, you sure got
a lot of good records

to dance to.

Ain't nothing I like better
to do than to dance.

Oh, really?

Yeah, you get me out there
on the dance floor,

I'll look just like a butterfly.

Well, at least, I used to.

Now I look a little more
like the Goodyear blimp.

Hey, Thelma, what's wrong?

I mean, you ain't said
much of nothing

ever since we got in here.

I'm sorry, Henrietta.

I guess it's hard for me
to say much that matters,

because, well,
I really don't know you.

Aw, what's to know?

I'm Taurus. I'll be 17.

I'm an only child.
I'm in the 11th grade.

I'm pregnant.

As a result,
I look terrible in a bikini.

Henrietta,

what was it like
when you found out?

I mean, were you upset?

Did you cry or what?

Well,
that's kind of hard to explain.

See, at first, I was scared,

and then I started feeling
more like a woman

and less like a little girl,

and then I started thinking
about what it took to be a woman

and a mother,

and, wow,
it got scary all over again.

I would have been scared
from the jump.

If I told my parents
I was pregnant,

they'd explode.

Girl, my parents
were the last thing

for me to worry about.

It's like when I told my mother,

she just stared,
and then she said,

"I wonder
if my becoming a grandmother

means I have to start mixing
Geritol with my gin?"

What did your father say?

Oh, nothing much, just that I'm
getting everything I deserve

for not being more careful.

Well, with all
the birth-control information

that's floating around,

why weren't you?

I had a very good reason.

I never thought
I'd get pregnant.

You know,
I've dated a lot of guys

who tried to push me farther
than I wanted to go,

but then I'd start thinking
of things that could happen

I didn't want to happen,

and, hey, Henrietta,

I'm not trying
to put you down or anything,

but it just wasn't worth it.

Well, I felt the same way,

but, girl, one day,
I thought I was in love,

and, boom, it was worth it.

But there's
more kinds of love

than physical love.

Now you tell me.

And what you going to do
about finishing school?

Well, what can I do?

I mean, the three R's
just don't make it

when they're Reading, Writing,
and Raising a Kid.

How does my brother feel
about all of this?

Oh, Thelma,
J.J.'s been really terrific,

you know,
like, if it wasn't for him,

I don't know
what kind of shape I'd be in.

James, taking sides in this

is all wrong.

Now, we're talking
about two kids

who may be on the verge
of ruining their lives,

and we've got to do
something about it.

Well, what can we do about it?

This boy
can't even raise his self.

His idea of raising a baby

would probably be to feed it
strained Snicker bars.

James, finding a solution
isn't going to be easy,

but we've got to find one.

Florida, why do we have to
find a solution?

How come her folks
can't find a solution?

She's the one
with the problem.

Okay, then,

we'll let them
find a solution,

and if they demand
a wedding,

fine.

We'll even split the tab.

We'll let them
bring the shotgun,

and we'll bring the shells.

Can I say one thing?

What?

The baby ain't mine.

What?

That's right.

Henrietta did a crazy thing
before we met

in a moment of passion.

I didn't even know it happened

until I noticed
that her 100-dollar figure

was becoming
a victim of inflation.

Junior, tell me
one thing, please,

if it ain't your baby,

then why you want
to marry her?

I didn't say I want
to marry her.

I said I was thinking
about marrying her,

because I think
I'm in love with her.

Well, Junior,

we can't stop you
from thinking

you're in love
with Henrietta,

but if you're thinking
about marriage,

think again, hear?

That's right.

Now, the legal age
to get married in Chicago is 21.

You're only 18,

which means
you must have our permission...

And we ain't about
to give it.

Mr. and Mrs. Evans, please,

you don't have to get
on J.J.'s case because of me.

J.J., look,

I really appreciate
you wanting to marry me,

but the fact is

I'm not marrying you
or anybody else.

Well, the least you could do

is wait for me to ask you
before you turn me down.

J.J., I like you more
than I do anybody else,

but right now
marriage ain't what I want.

But what about
the baby?

It needs a father.

Not you.

Henrietta,
tell me something.

How your folks feel
about your condition?

Mr. Evans, for years,

my folks ain't felt nothing
but hangovers.

Well, you sure
ain't going

to help them rush
to get on the wagon

by making them
grandparents

without bringing home
a husband.

Henrietta, what will you do?

Where will you live?

I haven't thought
about that yet.

Well, look, Henrietta,

you can't go back
to your folks.

I mean, you was having
a rough enough time

by yourself.

Now, there's going
to be two of you.

I know.

Henrietta,

if you're
not for marriage,

it seems to me

that the best thing is--

Put the baby up
for adoption.

That makes sense.

I can't see
no other way.

Well?

I'm keeping my baby.

But, Henrietta,

you're hardly more
than a child yourself.

You've got no job.
You've got no education,

What can you possibly
give to that child?

Love, Mrs. Evans.

I need something to love.

That's something
my parents never gave me.

It's a lonely world out there.

It's going to be
a lot less lonely with my baby.

Well, what about us,
Henrietta?

J.J., we can still keep
seeing each other.

Nothing's changed that.

Yeah, I know, we can go out
and have two Big Macs

and one little Mac.

Henrietta,

I wish I didn't have
to say this,

because I think
I know how you feel,

but, honey,

you're only going
to be hurting that baby.

Life for both of you
is going to be pure hell.

I've got nothing else.

I'm willing to take that chance.

Well...

I guess I'd better go.

Henrietta, don't go.
Stay for a while, please.

J.J.,
you're a really beautiful dude.

It's been really nice
meeting all of y'all,

really, it has.

Bye.

Goodbye, sweetheart...

and remember,

if you ever need us,
we're right here.

Ma, am I terrible?

I feel sorry for her,

but I'm glad
it's not me.

There but for
the grace of God, Thelma.

No, there's nothing
to be ashamed of

in what you're thinking.

Now, if y'all through

with the birds
and the bees,

let's get down with
some black-eyed peas.

I'm starving.

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