Trippin'

Mm-hmm! Whoo!

Mmm! Huh!

Gregory Reed!

Greg, school time. I'm not gonna tell you again, boy!

Damn.

Jamal, get outta my bed, man.

Ow! My butt.

Greg. Greg!

Oh, there you are, boy. Sit down and eat.

Greg pushed me out the bed, Ma.

No, I didn't. Shut up, you little punk.

Don't call him that. And I heard him hit the floor.

You, right here.

Would somebody please pass me the bacon?

Here you go, Granddaddy. You can have some of mine.

No, he can't. Eat the food, boy.

Oh, Ma, Dad, when you all gonna hook a brother up with some "mins" for the prom?

When you ask me in English, I'll answer you.

I want bacon! I want bacon!

I want bacon!

No. Now take these pills.

The doctor said to avoid meat.

So I die Wednesday instead of Thursday.

Who gives a shit?

If I don't get some bacon, I'm gonna spit all over everybody's food!

Oh, not today.Uh-uh. No.

All right, all right. Here. Take the damn bacon. And cut the shit!

You're a good boy, Son.

Parents, can you find it in your heart...

to give your son some money to fund his senior prom activities?

No.Hell, no!

Aw, come on. It's my senior prom.

Bacon!Oh, Lord. It's 7:15 already.

Greg, you have a job.

You can fund your own prom activities.

I can't get a fly tux with what I make at the Rib Shack.

Told you to save your money, boy.Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

But, no, you had to go buy some $150 tennis shoes.

You know in some foreign countries,

for $150 you can buy some damn feet?

Daddy, they're Jordans. Necessary gear for a brother.

You will be necessarily naked at the prom, 'cause you ain't gettin' no money here.

Daddy.Don't even try it.

Gramps, can you help me?Why you askin' me?

I just had to show my ass to get a strip of bacon.

Why y'all coming down on me?

'Cause you're a senior, and you haven't filled out one college application yet.

What the hell? Greg, you promised me you'd take care of that.

I-I'ma get round to it.Then we'll get round to givin' you money for the prom.

Greg, what are you gonna do after you graduate?

You better think about your future, boy.Your father and I go out--

You are about to graduate outta here.

We have asked you to do one little thing.

Fill out the college applications--

Ladies, do you want some grapes?

I want some grapes. When are you getting in here?

Well, Greg, I'll get right down to it.

We want you at Harvard University.

I think you'd fit right in.Well, of course he would.

Greg is a wonderful son.

He makes me want to have sex with his mama again.

Oh.

What kind of honeys y'all got up in there?

Well, Harvard boasts some of the most refined,

intelligent young women in the--Next!

Greg, my brother, you don't need to be educated by the white man.

Now, Morehoward,

this country's premier black university,

wants you.

Yeah, well, uh, you see, my son...

is concerned about what kind of women y'all have up there.

That's right.Because, you see,

we expect him to get a whole lot of sex while he's in college.

My people. My people.

Mo-Ho has some of the finest sisters in the world. That's right.

And they give it up easy.

Good, 'cause I don't like my son to have to wait for the booty.

Now let's cut to the chase. What kind of basketball team y'all got up there?

Uh, team?

You see, we got a team, but--

Where did y'all place in the N.C.A.A. finals last year?

Um, we got the bombest lacrosse team in the country, bro.

Negro, say what?Lacrosse, brother.

You want my son to play lacrosse? Get out!

But-But, brother, we--Out!

Before I have to kick your ass lacrosse the street!

Out! Get out! Give Mo-Ho a chance.

What about the United Negro College Fund?

Peace out, my brother.

Greg, how about coming to Minnesota?

Minnesota?

What do y'all have to offer up in cow country?

Um, welcome to the Twin Cities, Greg.

I'm worried about you, boy. [ Needle Scratches, Music Stops ]

That's a good yolk.

Y'all need to taste this yolk. That's a good yolk.

Greg, what are you doin'?Greg's trippin' again.

You better stop all that daydreamin', boy.

There ain't nothin' wrong with daydreamin'.

Well, there is if you ain't doing nothin' with your life.

Greg, life is real. It's time for you to get real with it.

No prom money unless you get some college applications goin'.

That's right. Not a penny.What are you gonna do about your life?

Man, fuck college!

My Mom's always be nagging me about college too. I just ignore her.

Yeah, I told my old lady I ain't even tryin' to hear that shit.

Nah, you couldn't have said that. You still got your teeth.

Damn, man.

Oh, no. You just did not spit on everybody back here.

Cover your mouth.

Whoa!

Excuse you!My bad.

Hello? What's up?

I haven't made up my mind about the prom yet.

People got scars. They break dancin' on Formica and stuff.

You gotta understand. Hey, June.

Let me call you back, all right?

What's up, man?What's up, baby?

Listen, man--What?

I'm gonna tell you right now, watches are five dollars today.

Whoo!And I got this nice little Discman.

Man, you breakin' in like a swap meet.

Wait a minute. This is Kurtis Blow's. Where'd you get this from?

It's old.Yeah, it's old school, but check it out.

I got it for $80.Uh-huh.

I'll sell it to you for 20. What's up?Twenty?

Twenty dollars.All right. I got 15.

All right, bet.All right? You cool with that?

I'm cool with that. Hook it up. Hook it up.

You put a CD in here for me? You hook me up?

Yeah, it's free, all right?

It's some old school stuff, but you know, I got you.

Yo, June, what are you selling now?

Disc players, man. Pookie hooked me up.

Where'd he get 'em from?You know.

Truck goes over a bump,

about 12 of those bad boys fall off a truck, and there you go.

June, they're stolen, just like them vibrators you had last week.

Man, you gotta get out of this mess.

It's that old school zag. June! June!

All right, remember this?

June, you got the CD's all day.

Hey, Greg.

June, I got our colors picked out for the prom.

What?You're taking me, remember?

No, I'm not.

Wait a minute. I already got the dress.

Oh, well, I changed my mind.After you got with me?

No. No, it wasn't right after I got with you. That was two weeks ago.

You know you lyin'!

Nigga, do you know how much money my mama spent on that dress?