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JJ, Michael,
it's time for school.

It's 7:00.

Come on. Let's go.
Rise and shine, boys.

Mama, "boy"
is a white racist word.

I don't believe it.

That child is even militant
in his sleep.

Come on, move it, JJ.

This is your big day.

You're getting your
report card today.

I can't get 'em to bed at night,

and I can't get them up
in the morning.

All right, come on, come on.

Michael, up, up, up.

Aw, Mama.

All right, JJ.

I was just
kissing The Supremes,

and I don't mean one at a time.

Well, let me give you
some facts of life, honey.

If The Supremes really love you,
they'll be back tonight.

Ooh! It's freezing in here!

What happened to the heat?

By the time it gets up here,
it's air-conditioning,

Mama, did you see
my can of hairspray?

No, honey.

Yeah, it's under the sink.

I used it last night
to wipe out some bugs.

You used my hairspray
on bugs?

Yeah, but it didn't
do a thing for them.

They was all bald.

Enough of that, JJ.

How do you expect to do
on your report cards today?

Well, I'm a cinch
to cop an A in Art.

You always do that.
What about your other classes?

What kind of marks
do you expect?

Well, algebra, so-so.

English, could be,

History, maybe,

and Español,
comme-çi, comme-ça.

Comme-çi, comme-ça
is French, stupid.

Which gives you an idea
how I'm doing in Español.

I just hope your grades
are good enough

to get you through
the 11th grade.

You're the tallest boy
in that class.

You think I'm having problems,
Mama?

You should see the kid
who sits behind me.

He's five feet four.

He can't pass

'cause he's having trouble
seeing the blackboard.

And you're right with him.

JJ, you haven't got
a prayer of passing.

You never even looked
at a book this term.

Keep her talking, Michael.

I'll grab the bathroom.

Oh, no, you don't!
I was there first!

Those with
the shortest legs

got the longest wait.

Mama, does a rich man
have more than one bathroom?

Yeah, but just like a poor man,

he can't use
but one at a time.

Get dressed.

You're going to be late
for school.

Foxy mama!

Cool it, lover boy.

My husband is due home
any minute.

Oh, James!

It's you, foxy papa.

You'd better
believe it.

Except neither one of us

has had a chance
to be very foxy

since you been working
that midnight shift.

Well, baby, I've got a feeling

all that's going to change
real soon.

The janitorial service
is looking for a foreman

for the day shift,

and they're considering me.

A foreman's job, huh?

That's right,
baby.

I'm going to be the boss...

the main man.

A cat ain't doing his work
to my satisfaction,

I say just to him,
"Hey, Robinson..."

Robinson?

You call your employees
by their last name?

Well, baby, that is
an employer's prerogative.

Hey, Robinson.
I don't like the way

you're washing
them windows, man.

You're just hanging
out the window, day-dreaming.

You finished, chump.

Give me
that safety belt.

Cat didn't even hang around
for his paycheck.

Oh, James, it sure would be fine
if you get that job.

When do you think
you'll know for sure?

They're supposed to call me
for an interview today,

and if we're lucky,

it's back to regular hours,
regular meals...

And regular loving.

Have mercy!

Mama! Papa!

Isn't there any decency?

Come on, kids,
have your breakfast,

or you'll be late
for school.

James, I'll heat you up
some stew for breakfast.

I think I'll just
have some coffee, baby.

Daddy, don't forget to
sign my report card.

I got all As.

All right, my man.

And I get my report card today,
Daddy.

I should get
mostly As and Bs.

Good.

You want to talk about
your report card now, Junior?

I sure would like to, Dad,

but it's my turn
to say the blessing.

All right, son,
go ahead,

and take this hat off.

Lord, thank you for the food,

and now that I've
done something for you,

I could use a boost
in the algebra department.

Amen.

JJ, you are not supposed
to use your prayers

to ask
for personal favors.

You know, Junior,
when you was born,

I just dreamed of the day
that you'd go to college.

I never figured on

a little stumbling block
called "high school."

James, let's don't
jump to any conclusions.

I was a little bit
worried too,

but JJ
has passed before,

and he probably
will pass again.

That's right.

I always get off
to a slow start,

but I always come through
in the stretch.

JJ, you wouldn't
care to bet

on making it to the
12th grade, would you?

Yeah, and if I pass,

I'm in the bathroom first
for a whole month. A bet?

And if you don't pass,

you do the dishes
for a whole month.

A bet?

A bet.

Hey, it's getting late.
You kids better get moving, now.

Time's running out.

Bye, Ma.

Bye, sweetheart.

Bye, now.

You be careful.

Okay, Mama,
we'll be careful.

And you all go straight
to school, you hear?

And come straight home.

Yeah, without a doubt.
See you!

Okay, baby.

Oh, baby, I sure hope
Junior does make it.

Me too.

Imagine, next year,

this family will go to its first
high school graduation.

Yeah, Florida, that's something
I've been looking forward to.

The whole family sitting there

watching Junior
march down the aisle

in his cap and gown,

the head
of his graduation class...

I'll settle
for the middle of the class.

I'll settle
for the end of the line.

Hi.

Hi.

I smell meat.

What happened?
Junior mug a cow?

No, I'm heating up some stew
for James' breakfast.

He ought to be getting up soon.

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Stew at 2:00.

Honey, if I ever
get married again,

I'm going to make sure
my husband don't work nights...

except at home.

Like the Good Book says,

a husband shall cleaveth
unto his wife,

and in that respect,
I'm from Cleave-land.

Awfully quiet around here.

The kids aren't back home
from school yet?

Nope.

This is the day of judgment.

Report card day!

Oh, I'm sure
they'll all do fine.

I hope so, Willona.

Look, how do you like
my new dress?

Hey, hey, hey.

What holds that up?

City Ordinance 705.

I'm wearing it
for a wild date tonight.

Who's the lucky guy?

Name's Scooter Johnson.

Used to be a football player
for the Chicago Bears.

Come on, now,
where'd you meet him?

At the AA club.

Alcoholics Anonymous, Willona?

No, Alimony Anonymous.

It's a club
for divorced people.

We got a limited membership,

but we had a great turnout
last night.

38 men and six women.

How come
only six women showed up?

'Cause that's our limit.

When you got a good thing going,
you don't advertise.

Have a good time,
Willona.

Honey, if I don't,
this dress goes back tomorrow.

Hi, Willona, how you doing?

Ma, here's my report card.
All As and one B.

I'll catch up with you yet,
Michael.

Michael, Thelma,
I'm so proud of you.

Oh, and look at that, Thelma.

An A in English,

B+...
an A in History!

Oh, your daddy
is going to be so proud of you.

We've got two geniuses here.

Well, Mama...

now from the sublime
to the ridiculous.

That bad, huh?

Don't forget, Mama,

I'm the victim
of 300 years of oppression.

All right!
Just what I always wanted!

Sleep-in help.

Thelma, this is no time
to tease your brother.

I won a bet, Ma!
I won a bet.

Didn't you pass
anything?

Don't forget, Mama,

I'm still
your first born.

JJ, what are you
talking about? You passed!

Passed?

Right on! Faked y'all out!

Dy-no-mite!

And girl, take a good look
at that bathroom,

'cause that's the last time
you will see it for a month.

What's all the
hollering about?

James, JJ passed
into the 12th grade.

Say what?

You heard me. JJ passed.

I heard you, but when your son
scores the winning touchdown,

you want to hear it
on instant replay.

You want an instant replay?

I'll show you
an instant replay.

Faked y'all out!

Oh, Junior,
I'm really proud of you, son.

You got an A in Art

and a C in all the rest
of your classes.

How, Junior?

How'd you get those grades
without doing any studying?

I'll tell you how.

'Cause I'm blessed
with total recall.

I read something once,
and it stays right here,

like it's chiseled in stone.

You mean penciled
in Silly Putty.

JJ, you got a C in History
on your report card,

but you got an F
on this History exam.

How come?

I can explain that, Mama.
Good.

Then maybe you can also tell me
what happened in the year 1066.

How should I know?

I wasn't even born yet.

Junior, your mother
asked you a question.

Now, go on and tell her
what happened in 1066.

The Battle of Hastings.

Right. Come on,
Junior, tell us.

What happened in 1066?

That's easy.

See, I was just kidding before.

I figure these things out
by word association.

Now, what is the first thing
a referee says to a boxer

when he's counted out?

10, right?

So right away, I know
that 10 stands for "boxer."

Now, the 66.

I add 10 to the 66,
and that gives me 76.

That's the year

the colonies rebelled
against England,

which gives me the word
"rebellion."

You put "boxer"
with "rebellion,"

and what do you get?

1066. Boxer Rebellion!

I ought to box your ears.

1066 was the Battle of Hastings.

Well, my system
issubject to human error.

All right,
let's try algebra.

If it takes two men
three days

to dig a ditch
20 feet by 30 feet long,

how long
would it take four men

to dig the same ditch?

Come on, Junior, tell her.

Aw, come on, Dad.

I ain't no ditch-digger.

I'm an artiste.

What do I have to know
algebra for, anyway?

What am I, an Algerian?

There's something wrong
with this report card.

I'm reading Cs,
but I'm hearing Fs.

Something tells me you
ain't learning nothing.

Maybe we ought to go down
to that school

and have a talk
with your principal.

I tell you,
this is the last time

I'm coming home
with a good report card.

We're going to give you
one more chance.

Now, if you don't
answer this question,

we're going to march you

straight down to
the principal's office.

Fair enough.

I have confidence in my ability.

Go ahead. Lay it on me.

What is a dangling
participle?

Well, let's go.

Honey,
your daddy and I

want everything
to work out right.

Now, wait here.

Come on, Mama.
How can I have a fair trial

without
being allowed in there?

We want to talk to
the principal alone first.

Mama, my life is on the line.

I demand the right
to defend my life in person.

Shut up.

I withdraw the demand.

Come in.

I'm Mr. Kirkman.

Hi, Mr. Kirkman.
I'm Mr. Evans.

This is Mrs. Evans.

How do you do?

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

Well, how can I help
you folks?

Well, we came here

to complain
about our son's grades.

Oh, that's too bad.

You have no idea
how often I hear that.

The boy's failing...

The boy's passing.

I'm sorry, folks.

There's nothing I can do--
he's passing?

That's right.

Well, then,
what's the problem?

His head.

Whatever you all
are putting in here,

he's leaving
someplace else,

'cause he sure
ain't bringing it home.

Yeah, he don't know
what happened in 1066,

and if you put him
in a ditch 20 by 30 feet,

there ain't no way
in the world

he could dig
hisself out.

Here, look at this.

Well, now, Mr. and Mrs. Evans,
this is a good report.

All Cs and an A in art--

young James is doing well.

Yeah, but old James
wants to know how he did it.

Our son is going to be facing
a tough world pretty soon,

and we want to make sure
he has a real education.

We don't want him
pushed through high school

like he was going through
a three-minute car wash

and coming out
still wet behind his ears.

Mr. and Mrs. Evans,

I appreciate how you feel
about your son's education,

but, you see,

we lack the facilities and money

that schools
in more privileged areas have.

This has been happening
in all the cities

in the United States.

You do understand that, hm?

Oh, yeah, we understand
the lack of money real good.

Well, that's good.

Perhaps you could
understand this.

I have thousands of students
in this school,

and a graduating class
of over 600.

Now, if I don't graduate

a large percentage
of that group,

I wind up looking like
I'm not doing too good a job.

You, uh...you dig?

Better than that.
We understand.

Well, now, if I don't graduate
a high percentage,

our budget is cut,

and if our budget is cut,
our teaching staff suffers,

and if our teachers suffer,
the students' education suffers.

Mr. Kirkman,

that's exactly what we came here
to talk to you about.

You certainly did.

I see we're in
total agreement.

Total agreement,
my foot, man.

We're in total confusion.

Sir, you have to understand
the system.

One hand washes the other.

You have to help us
move the pupils along,

and I'll help you
by giving your son a diploma,

and with that diploma,
help him get a job.

A job? What the hell good
is a job, man?

I've got a job.
I've got two jobs.

Hell, I had jobs all my life,

but I want something more
for my son.

I want him to have
an opportunity,

and you and I both know

that opportunities only come
through an education.

Either James Evans Jr.
gets a good education,

or we're going to know why.

That's right.

But, folks, the system...

Hey, Mr. Kirkman,
please don't make me tell you

what you can do
with your system.

You really want me to
keep your son in the 11th grade?

You got it.

You realize

that he'll be falling behind
his classmates.

Do you think
he'll agree to that?

I assure you
he'll agree to it.

James, it has to be
his own decision.

Come in, Junior.

Now, JJ, you've got
a big decision to make.

James,

it's up to you now.

If you want to move along
in the senior year

with your classmates,

our school is right behind you.

We found out they're just
pushing you through here.

Them grades you got,
you didn't deserve them.

They just gave them to you
to get rid of you.

But we told Mr. Kirkman
our son came to school to learn,

not to just get pushed around.

'Cause he's got pride.

Just like his daddy,

and nobody's going to push him
through school

without putting something
into his head.

'Cause he's got pride.

So Mr. Kirkman
is giving you a choice.

Now, either you do
the smart thing

and stay in the 11th grade

or let them
push you through the 12th grade

like a big jackass.

Now, make up your mind, son.

And remember, Junior,
you got pride.

Well, what do you say, Junior?

Well, Mr. Kirkman...

I'm proud to go along
with your quota system

and take my place
in the senior class.

JJ, I don't know
what's going to become of you,

sliding through school
like this.

Oh, Mama, don't worry about me.

I can always make a living
as a painter.

That's right, Mama.
He's an artist,

and artists don't need
intelligence.

JJ, I've got to tell you

that your daddy and me was
real disappointed in you today.

Aw, Mama!

You're going to need
that education

when the school turns you out
into the streets.

Mama, what's going to happen?

Somebody is going to pull me
into an alley and say,

"Tell me what happened in 1066,

otherwise
I'll blow your brains out?"

He could blow your brains out
with a soda straw.

Look who's talking
about smarts.

The same girl

who talks to pictures
of Billy Dee Williams

and cries
when they don't answer back.

You two get along
like Sonny and Cher.

Ma, don't be mad.

I'm not mad.

I may do real good
in the 12th grade.

I may surprise you.

They may even pick me
to make the graduation speech.

That'll be the day.

Thelma...

Classmates, parents,

faculty,
and juvenile authorities.

As we leave
these ivory-colored walls,

let us be inspired
by our principal,

who once said,

"Show me a man
who can laugh when he's down,

and I'll show you a happy wino."

I would now like
to leave you

with these two
Latin words--

Cesar Romero.

You know, that's the closest
you've been to a book all year.

How did you do
with the interview, honey?

Daddy, are you going to be
the new foreman?

No, baby.

Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry.

You want to tell me
about it, James?

There's not much to tell, baby.

Went down there,

and the man said I was qualified
and had the experience,

but when I got to
the application,

that's where I blew it.
How?

You know on the bottom
of the application

where they ask you to put down

why you think you're
the right man for the job?

Well, baby, I just couldn't
put my words together.

The words
I could think of,

I wasn't sure if
I was spelling them right,

and the words
I was sure could spell

didn't have nothing to do
with what they wanted.

And, Florida, it was a chance,

and you don't get
too many chances

when all you got going for you
is a sixth-grade education.

Well, there's another way
of looking at it, honey.

At least you're
getting turned down

on better jobs.

Daddy, I've
been thinking.

Yeah, Junior?

You know, it ain't
that I don't want to learn.

It's just that I was too proud
to be left behind my classmates,

so...

JJ, does that mean

you're going to stay
in the 11th grade?

I said I'm proud, Mama,
not crazy.

But what I was thinking

was that next term
in my senior year

I'm going to study hard,

I'm going to pay
attention in class,

and I'm going to
do my homework,

and if I get stuck,
I'll ask somebody to help me.

I'm always available,
Junior.

Son, now you're talking sense,
'cause you know, Junior,

I don't want you to ever
blow an opportunity

because you don't know how to
hang the right words together.

You hear me? All right.

Baby, think Junior can make it
through his senior year?

He already has.

You should have heard
his graduation speech.

It was beautiful.

He left us
with two Latin words--

Cesar Romero.

[TELEVISION BLARING]

Children,
turn that sound down.

Your brother
is studying.

If he's studying so hard,

let's see if he
knows the answer

to that algebra problem.

Hey, JJ, if it takes
two men three days

to dig a ditch
20 feet by 30 feet,

how long would it take
four men

to dig the same ditch?

That's easy.

Eight weeks.

JJ, keep studying.

How come it takes so long, son?

'Cause one of those men
is Ned the Wino,

and it takes a long time
to shovel dirt,

pick up Ned,

shovel dirt,

pick up Ned,

shovel dirt,

pick up Ned...

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