Cooley High

Oh, Preacher!

Rise and shine, brother Preacher. It's time to get up.

Get out of bed.

Come on, get up!

Oh, nigger!

Get out of bed, brother Preacher, or we gonna be late for school.

It's Friday mornin'. School time.

You dig?

So get up.

All right.

Come on, man.

Mr. Mason's gonna have my ass for missin' class all this week.

That ain't nothin' new. Come on, get dressed.

Hey, Cochise, pass me my glasses, man.

Hey, man, no wonder you can't keep a girl.

Man, see that?

I'm worryin' about bein' kicked out of school and you busy signifyin'.

I'm sorry.

Besides, your mama like it.

Jive.

"Chicago, 1964"

The Cooley Code Of Conduct is prepared to help each of you students...

choose the right road inside and outside of school.

Now you all have a copy of the school code...

and I'd like for you to read it with me.

Would you share those with him? I gave too many to your row.

- Just pass it. - Are you all with me?

- Yes. - We will all read the code together.

The Cooley High School Code.

"Cooley students are conscious of developing good character.

We are good sports.

We are good losers as well as good winners.

We do have respect for our school...

and will do nothing that will reflect on Cooley's good name.

At social functions we do follow all rules...

and listen to the people in charge.

We honor and respect our parents, teachers...

and others who are responsible for our guidance.

- We are honest. - Wake up.

We are punctual and meet every obligation promptly.

We hand in our homework and class work on time.

- We're gonna get outta here. - Are you with me?

- Yes. - "Cooley students respect property.

We do not destroy...

school facilities or school grounds.

We do not enter public transportation illegally.

Cooley students are aware of personal appearance.

We wear clean, neat clothes.

We keep our bodies clean.

We avoid excessive ornamentation.

Can I have a hot dog, please?

I've got 15 cents someplace.

- Can I have some ketchup? - We don't have any.

- No ketchup? - Right.

- Could I have some relish on it? - I don't have any relish.

- No relish? - No relish.

- What you got? - Mustard.

- Mustard? - That's it.

A big establishment like this, and all you got is mustard?

- Right. - Do you like mustard?

Y eah, I like mustard.

Then you eat the hot dog.

Willie, dig the little fat one up there.

That one right there. Look like Johnny Mae.

I think she's got a new boyfriend too.

Dig Beverly in the corner back there.

That look just like Beverly.

- Looks more like you, Pooter. - More like Pooter's mama.

- You better be glad I ain't sensitive. - Dig him.

That's right, man, we glad you ain't sensitive.

If you was sensitive, you wouldn't like me feedin' this to your daddy there.

Be quiet.

- Hey, monkey. - Here you go, monkey.

Wow, man!

Hey, man, dig. He's just like Pooter's daddy.

You ain't supposed to feed them. It's bad for the appetite.

Shut up, man. Take this, you big, black, ugly gorilla!

Hey, man, what's wrong with you?

Don't be talkin' to no gorilla like that.

- Shut up. - Hey, Mr. Gorilla.

Forgive these humans. They don't know how to act in front of no gorilla.

- I think he's crazy. - You hear that?

I don't believe it. You're crazy.

See? You be nice to him and he'll be nice to you.

Look out, man!

Pooter got hit with gorilla shit!

Damn, man, you sure do stink.

He smell better now than he ever did.

We can't go home. They'll know we cut class.

We gotta sneak back in school before next period.

I gotta get cleaned up.

We gonna be late, man!

Somebody gonna know. I gotta go and take a shower.

Nobody's gonna know you got hit with gorilla shit, man.

Believe me.

We'll show you old turkeys how to do it.

Hot damn!

That's the way he gonna do it at Gramblin' next year.

When I get that scholarship.

Hey, y'all! School's already out!

I gotta get to the showers before they lock up for the night.

- Come on. - Let's split, man.

Willie, let's go. Come on, Pooter.

Guys, I gotta take a shower. You wanna wait for me?

You're not gonna wait for me, man?

Yeah, Pooter, we gonna wait for you, but hurry up.

We'll be down at Martha's, hear?

Hey, Cochise, Preach.

- How you doin', Dorothy? - Have you seen Tyrone?

I ain't seen him, baby. Wasn't he in school?

Tyrone wasn't in history and since y'all missed Mr. Mason's class...

he moved the midterm up from Friday to Monday.

And you dummies thought you had a week to study.

Monday? That blows our whole weekend.

Man, I gotta go back and get my history book.

- Get mine too. - What's wrong with your grades?

Get the book.

You the star. You ain't got to worry about your grades.

You ain't gotta worry either. You know you failin'.

Dorothy, the only thing I know...

is that your mama's a whore.

By the way, I'm givin' a quarter party tonight.

- A belly rub? - It ain't gonna be no belly rub.

- It's gonna be a nice quarter party. - I gotta study.

If you see Tyrone, tell him to come.

All right. Where'd Preach go?

I give you one guess.

Listen, dice, listen.

Four. Shootin' a dime.

Shootin' a dime. I got him.

- Hey, Martha. - Hi, Cochise.

Preach, come on.

- Let's go. - Shootin' a dime.

Martha said she'd kick you outta here next time she caught you gamblin'.

Got a point there. I'm comin'. Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.

You don't win my money and walk. You either make me or break me.

- Excuse me. What'd you say? - I wasn't even talkin' to you.

Now, gentlemen, gentlemen. No need to create havoc and melee.

- How much money you got left? - Fifty cents.

Fifty cents? Man, it don't take but a second to win 50 cents.

- Shooting 50 cents. - We was shootin' dimes.

I know that, but now we shootin' 50 cents.

- Am I faded? - Y eah, you faded.

Where you goin'?

I'd like to get through to the washroom.

- Let the lady pass. - Mama, go walk someplace else.

Why don't you gamble someplace else?

'Cause we gamblin' here, sweet thing.

This is a restaurant, not an alley.

Keep on steppin', baby. We wanted to be preached to, we'd go to church.

Y'all need to go to church.

Hallelujah.

Man, ain't she fine?

You ain't gettin' none of that high yellow bitch.

Sure. If I don't get some of that, I give up your mama.

- A dollar say you don't. - A dollar? Bet.

Shoot.

Thanks, man!

- All right, Jackson. - Now, Martha.

- I warned you. - Put that thing down.

- Now out! - That's sharp.

Martha, I was just tryin' to help the establishment.

By the time I count to five, you better get your lyin' ass outta here!

One, two, three!

Come on, baby.

Preach, don't.

- Come on, Johnny Mae. - You'll tell.

I swear I won't tell a soul.

Well, I'll do it if she do it.

- Come on, Sandra. - Yeah, come on, Sandra.

I ain't givin' you nothin'.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Preach, come here.

Come here.

Excuse us, ladies.

As one friend to another, I wanna tell you somethin'.

- Get that chick outta here. - Why?

- She blowin' my action, man. - I always get it off with Sandra.

She's just tryin' to give me a hard time.

Hey, take her someplace else. I don't want her here.

- I think we should leave now. - Okay.

Cochise, I'm ready to go home.

Baby, look. Wait a minute. I just wanna talk to you.

I was just thinkin' that you and l--

Oh, baby, come on.

Come on, lover.

Hey, man.

I don't mean to break nothin' up, but I'm gonna split.

So I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna go and take Sandra home. Hear?

You ain't got to make no speech. Just go.

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

Come on, Sandra. Come on.

Come on, Jimmy Lee.

If you can afford them fancy rings and clothes, you can give me some money.

You know these welfare checks ain't enough to live on.

Oh, Aunt Melba. Now I need these clothes to work in.

You ain't never done a day's work in your life.

Oh, Aunt Melba, that sure is cold.