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Hey, J.J.

What is it?

Come here.

What is it
this time, gal?

My glass is getting
a little empty.

So?

So? So fill it.

Hey, look here, girl.

I'm tired of you
bossing me around like this.

Look, J.J., we made a deal

that whoever would break

their New Year's resolution
first

would have to do
what the other one said

for a week, right?

And you lost.

You resolved not to insult
my boyfriends.

Hey, Thelma,
I don't consider that an insult.

I consider that a compliment.

All I said

was that "I enjoyed
your latest movie, Mr. Kong."

J.J., I don't think
that's very funny at all.

Just fill
this glass up now.

You want
it filled, huh?

Yes, I do. That's what
I called you in here for.

Okay. I'll fill it.

Oh, my good--

J.J., look
what you did.

You messed up
the floor.

You clean up
this house immediately,

and start with
Michael's drawer, right now.

[IN HIGH VOICE]
Okay, Miss Scarlet,

but I don't know nothing
about birthing no babies.

Oh, boy.

Boy, look at all this junk
Michael's got in here.

His throwing away junk.

His keeping junk.

His future junk.

What's this?

It's a letter
from Michael's school.

Addressed to Ma.

Addressed to Ma?

What is it doing
in Michael's drawer?

Let me see this.

"Dear Mrs. Evans.

"We are sorry
to inform you

"that your son,
Michael Evans,

"has been replaced

"as leader
of the honor assembly

because of the stance
he has taken."

The militant midget
strikes again.

J.J., this is
very important.

Ma doesn't know about this
letter, and she's downtown now,

buying him new clothes
for the assembly.

Well, I hope
she buys him

a suit with
two pair of pants,

because she going to beat
a hole in the other ones.

[FLORIDA CHATTING
TO A NEIGHBOR]

Oh, no.
Ma is coming now.

Oh, my goodness,

what are we going to do
with this letter?

Do what all good spies do

when they're caught with
incriminating evidence.

Eat it.
Oh.

What--

I want my money.

Hi, kids.

I don't know why the president
says the economy is suffering.

There must have been

at least 1500 people
in that store today.

Mm, and they're all
looking for jobs.

I'm sorry
we're so late.

I guess I'd better
get dinner started.

Willona, why don't you stay?
We're having stew.

Oh, I had dinner
with you last night,

and it was stew.

Uh, hey.

I sure
appreciate that, Flo,

but I got
a pressing engagement.

Uh, all the girls
down at the shop

are having
a meeting tonight.

We're thinking
about forming a union now,

because we are
sick and tired

of the exploitation,
and the long working hours,

and the poor salary,

and something has got to be
done about it immediately.

Tonight,
the stew has meat in it.

Well, come to think of it,
honey,

it can wait till tomorrow,
can't it?

J.J., let me have
my apron, please.

With monpleasure.

Monpleasure.

Thelma, what are you doing?

Nothing, Ma.

Well, I mean,
what is all this about?

Oh, was I
doing all that?

Uh, that's
a new dance, Ma.

It's called
the "Funky Finger."

See, you can
do it like this,

or you can do it...

like that.

I can't keep up
with these dances.

If it ain't the "Flaky Finger,"
it's the "Hustle Your Bustle."

Flo, that's, uh,
"Shake Your Booty."

Whatever.

Michael isn't home yet?

Oh, he's probably working late.
You know how excited he is

about his new job
at the repair shop, right?

And his new boss.

Yeah.

I know.

Everything is
"Mr. Dixon says this,

Mr. Dixon says that."

You got that right.

If Mr. Dixon told Grampa
the world was flat,

he wouldn't go north of the loop
for fear of falling off.

Well, I hope he gets here soon.

Thelma, will you
stop your dance

and help Willona set the table?

Ma, you know,

you've been working
too hard around here.

You know, it's up to
the family members

to take the load
off your apron--

I mean, your shoulders.

Thelma, you cook.

Thelma cook?

Honey, I'm going
to the meeting.

J.J., stop
your foolishness

and give me back
my apron.

Hi, everybody.

Oh, hi, there,
Michael.

I bought you a new sweater
and a new pair of pants

to wear to the honor assembly.

Oh.

That's great, Ma.

Come here, man of the hour.

Oh, am I proud
of you, Grampa.

We all are.

Um, thanks, Willona.

So many good things
have been happening.

Michael leading
the Pledge of Allegiance

at the honor assembly.

Holding down a job.

You know, Michael,

you have hands
just like your father's.

He had strong hands too.

Boy, did he have
strong hands.

Michael.

Yeah?

This is your father's tool belt.

I think it's about time
you should have it.

You can use it
in the repair shop.

Yeah, Ma.
This'll work great.

I'm going to go down
to the shop

and show it to Carl.

Well, first, I want you
to try on your new clothes.

I can try them on tomorrow.

I want you to do it now.

There may be
some alterations.

I can do it later.

Oh, Michael.

You're going
to look so good.

I might go to
that assembly myself.

Hey, that's
a good idea.

No, it isn't, Ma.

Why isn't it?

Because of the "No Mamas
at the Assembly" rule.

See, what happens,

any Mamas caught at assembly

will have to get a note
from their children.

Sure, sounds silly, Ma,

but that's the new law,
you know.

Yeah, Michael here
voted against it,

but he was outnumbered.

All right.
Something's going on.

Thelma, you've been

doing strange things
with your hands,

and, J.J., everything
you do is strange.

Now, what's going on here?

Strange you should
ask that question, Ma...

Especially when
I don't have an answer.

Thelma?

Uh...

Well, you see, Ma,
it's like this.

Uh...

Ma, what was the question again?

Now, look.

I want to know,
and I want to know now.

Ma, it's not them.

They're trying to protect me.

Protect you from what?

Yeah, well,
the letter in my drawer

will explain everything.

It's not in my drawer?

Where is it?

Oh, so that's what

the new dance craze
is all about.

Michael.

It says here that you won't be
leading the honor assembly.

Why?

And don't give me
any fancy answers.

Ma, take it easy.

Hey, don't worry.
Your mother will handle this.

I'm only trying to get
some information from Michael.

Mm-hmm.
All right.

And I'm asking in a nice,
calm, gentle, motherly way.

All right. Okay.

Just what have you done
to upset that assembly?

Well, um...

I'm waiting, Michael.

Well, Ma, they wanted me

to say something
I didn't believe in.

You don't believe
in the Pledge of Allegiance?

Michael,
have you lost your mind?

Carl doesn't think so.

Carl?

Carl Dixon?
Yeah.

What has he
go to do with this?

Well, Ma, he says it's
a hypocrisy to say one thing

when you know, in your guts,
you feel something else.

All right, Michael.
Let's pin this down.

Just what is it about
the Pledge of Allegiance

that upsets
you and your guts?

Probably that part about
liberty and justice for all.

No. It's that mumbo jumbo
about one nation under God.

What?

Yeah.

Carl says there is no God,

and I'm not going to say
there is.

What did you say?
I--

Michael, don't say anything
till I have a chance to hide.

Maybe I can get out

of the lightning-striking
place there.

Well, Ma,
there is no God,

and I'm not going
to say there is.

Michael, that's blasphemy.

What's gotten into you?

Flo, take it easy.

You know, just a kid
with wild ideas.

Don't mean nothing, honey.

Yeah. Remember the time when he
wrote to President Nixon,

and said that the south side of
Chicago should become

an independent black nation?
Remember that?

Yeah, and then Nixon wrote back
and said, "Where is Chicago?"

No, no.
This one is different.

Michael, you are my child
and your father's child,

and we believe in God...

And so did you
before you were brainwashed.

Now, is that clear?

But the way I feel is--

I don't want
to hear anything except,

"Yes, Mama,
I believe in God."

No, Mama.

Michael...

was it Carl Dixon

who told you to say
there is no God?

Ma, Carl didn't tell me
to say anything.

He just opened my eyes.

Well, look, we can
talk about that later.

Let's have dinner now.
Yeah!

We can't talk
about it later, Willona.

Michael...

Carl Dixon is a stranger.

Now, you letting a stranger
change everything

this family
has always upheld.

Ma, Carl says
if you can't see it,

hear it, feel it, or touch it,

it's not there.

God is everywhere,
and you can feel it here.

How do you know
it's not heartburn?

Just jiving, Numero Uno,
just jiving.

Ma, I realize
this is upsetting you,

but as far
as I'm concerned,

I'm not going to say
"One nation under God,"

and that's that.

Oh, Michael, baby.

Baby, there is a God.

A kind, loving,
merciful God.

Ma, if he's so merciful,

how come we still
living in the ghetto?

Hey, Carl, what do you
want me to do with this?

Throw it away.

I spent 20 years
in the army,

and I learned that whenever you
have something left over,

throw it away.

Otherwise,
they grind it up

and serve it to you
on a shingle the next day.

Oh, hello there,
Mr. Barnes.

How are you?

Can't complain.

Got a TV and a wife,
and they both work.

You like that one,
sonny?

There something
I can do for you?

My hearing aid.
Cuts off and on.

I have to keep hitting it.

You know, I got
a hearing aid, false teeth,

an electric pacemaker
in my chest.

I'm a regular
eight-million-dollar man.

Mr. Barnes, don't you mean a
regular six-million-dollar man?

Oh, no, sonny.

Don't you know
things in the ghetto cost more?

Well, Carl,

I'm going to go
deliver this griddle.

See you later,
Mr. Barnes.

What's the kid
mumbling about?

I don't know.

I'm going to have to
send it back to the factory.

I'll put a rush on it.

No hurry.

Starsky and Hutch

are just as funny
without the sound.

Well, it's closing time.

* Closing time *

* Closing time... *

It's closing time,
Mr. Barnes.

Time to go!

I don't have to go.
I went at home.

[KNOCKS]

We're closed.

[INAUDIBLE]

Another one
with a hearing problem.

Lady, I'm trying
to tell you we're closed.

I'm sorry,
but this is important.

Okay, what's
so important?

I am Michael Evans' mother
and we quit.

You can't quit.
You don't work here.

Well, as of now,
neither does Michael.

Oh, boy,
I don't want to miss this.

Why don't you want Michael
to work here?

Because you're
a bad influence.

You've turned Michael
into an atheist.

Oh, come on.

He made up his own mind
about that God jazz.

Mr. Dixon, God exists,

and I don't like expressions
like, "That God jazz."

That God rock 'n' roll?

You're not funny, Mr. Dixon.

God exists.

Where?
Where is he?

He's everywhere.
He's even in this shop.

Don't look at me, lady.

I may be old,
but I ain't God.

Score: atheists, 1,
believers, 0.

You want to take another
shot at it, Mrs. Evans?

Now, give me some proof
that God exists.

You.

You're here.

Of course, I'm here.
It's my shop.

I mean, he created you.

And all these years,

I've been sending a tie
to my dad on Father's Day.

Atheists, 2,
believers, 0.

Look, lady.

"Bomb kills four
in Belfast."

"Starvation in India."

"Two-week-old baby
dies in its crib."

If God existed,

would he allow
these things to happen?

And another thing...

Would he allow
the Boston Celtics

to beat
the Chicago Bulls 116-104?

Mr. Dixon, did you bet
on the game?

Yeah.

Did you win?
No.

Hah! There is a God.

Hot dog.

That's a two-pointer.

Score is tied.
Score is tied.

[MOCKS LAUGH]

Lady, you want me

to believe in a god
that plays favorites.

Tell me something,

who's he picking
at Arlington in the fifth?

Look, I don't care
what you believe, Mr. Dixon.

I just don't want you

changing anything
my son believes,

and Michael believes in God.

If Michael believes in God,

he's the lousiest
atheist in town,

and if there is one thing
we atheists cannot abide,

it's a backslider.

Amen.

Well, it looks like
this game

is running into overtime.

I am leaving.

I get a gracious plenty
of God on Sunday.

Now, don't forget
to fix this.

I won't.

Mrs. Evans, look.

I've had it up to here.

I'm a busy man.

If God exists,

I wish he'd make
his presence known.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Yeah.

What?

Okay.

That was the man upstairs.

Before you get
carried away,

it wasn't
your man upstairs.

It was my man upstairs.

Mr. Jennings.

He lives above the store,

and he wants to know
if his radio is fixed.

Mr. Dixon,

Michael is at
a very impressionable age.

Now, he was sure of his beliefs
until he met you.

I haven't influenced him
one way or the other.

Oh, yes, you have,
and there's no need to yell.

I'm not yelling!

You are so yelling!

I guess
I should know yelling

when I hear yelling.

Mrs. Evans,
what do you see here?

Look, Mr. Dixon,

I'm in no mood
to play games.

Come on. Come on.
What do you see here?

Two screwdrivers.

Now what do you see?

Two screwdrivers.

Now what do you see?

Two screwdrivers.

I say there are
three screwdrivers.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon,

but there are only
two screwdrivers there.

You say there are
two screwdrivers.

I say there are
three screwdrivers.

Now, will you admit that
I wasn't yelling if I'm wrong?

Why, certainly.

I'm wrong.

Okay, Mr. Dixon.

You flimflammed me.

You're right, Mrs. Evans.

That's just what I did.

Well, if you can do that to me,

don't you think
you can influence Michael?

You made your point,
Mrs. Evans,

and you did it
without a screwdriver.

Mr. Dixon,
I'm telling Michael

he can't work here
any longer.

You're his mother,

and I can't stop you,

but do yourself a favor.

Let me do
the dirty work.

If you lower
the boom on Michael,

he's going to resent it.

If I do it,
what the hell.

He doesn't have to
see me again.

Thank you, Mr. Dixon.

You're very thoughtful.

For an atheist?

Good night, Mr. Dixon.

Good night, Mrs. Evans.

Doggone it!

Carl, here's the money
from the griddle.

Anything else you want me
to do before we knock off?

How do you like that?

I worked all day
and all I took in was $10.

Don't worry, Carl.
You got a lot of work coming in.

Damn oil company.

Huh?

You know what they've
done to the price of oil?

On a little can like that?

Look, Michael,
on a little can like this,

you multiply it by eight more,
and what do you get? Bankrupt.

Come on, Carl.

Michael, I mean it.

I'm going to have to
cut down on expenses.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to let you go.

Over a little can of oil?

Michael, Michael.
You don't understand business.

It starts
somewhere at the top

with some guy
digging in the desert,

and it works itself down,

and it's always
the little man

who gets it in the neck.

Yeah, but around here,
I'm the little man.

There are only two of us,
Michael.

Who am I going to fire?

Me?

Tell you what.

I don't have to
come in every day.

I just come in
three times a week.

I'll take a cut
in my salary.

I'll work for nothing

until the price of oil
goes down.

Damn.

Oh, come on, Michael.
It's only a part-time job.

Look at J.J.

He's been fired more times
than a Saturday-night special.

You got that right.

Just a part-time job. You'll get
another one, honey.

Yeah, it's just a shame

it had to happen
50 years before retirement.

[KNOCKING]

Oh, it never fails.

Now, who could be
so inconsiderate

as to come calling
just at the dinner hour--?

Mr. Dixon.

MR. DIXON:
I brought Michael's
tool belt.

I thought
he might need it.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Ma, may I be excused?

You certainly may not.

We have company.

Mr. Dixon,
these are my children,

J.J., Thelma,
and my neighbor, Willona Woods.

How are you?

Hello.
How are you?

Hey, look here,
Mr. Dixon,

there's word out on the street
that you got a job open.

J.J., how could you?

It ain't for me, Ma.

It's for Thelma.

I figure we got to
get her out here working.

Doing something.

Michael.

Michael, I thought
you might want this.

Michael,
you're being rude.

But he fired me.

He said he was my friend,
then he fires me for no reason.

Michael.

Michael, Mr. Dixon
didn't fire you.

I did.

I asked Mr. Dixon
to let you go.

Ma, how could you?

Honey, I was trying to
do it for your own good.

You had no right
to do that.

Michael.

Halt, soldier.

About face.

Knock it off.

Michael, when
I read that letter

about the honor assembly

and heard your newfound
views on religion,

I had to do
something about it.

Your mother was doing
what she thought was best.

You're right, Mr. Dixon.

Well, she cost me a good job.

You're right, Michael.

Willona, how can Mr. Dixon
and Michael be right?

Thelma, shut up.

I'm a peacemaker.

Ma, the way I see it,

you're trying to make me
choose between you and Carl.

Oh, that's
not true, Michael.

Michael, look me
in the eye and tell me.

Do you believe in God?

Well, Ma...

Michael, you've lived
in this house for 15 years.

There's no way
you don't believe in God.

Michael.

I don't believe in God,

but you don't have to do
my thing to be my friend.

I'm going to love you
just as much anyway.

Is it okay
if I lead the assembly tomorrow?

You got it.

What about my job?

You got it.

Hey, hey, right on.

Sit down, Mr. Moneymaker.

Sit right on
down there.

Well, that's
all cleared up.

Thank God.

Oh, gotcha.

Huh?

You said, "Thank God."

Madame,
when I say, "Thank God,"

that does not mean
I believe in a supreme being

any more than when
you say, "Holy mackerel,"

you're going to
kneel down to a fish.

Now look, Mr. Dixon.

Uh, Ma, please.
No hassling on an empty stomach.

Let's eat.

ALL:
Yeah!

Mrs. Evans,
before I go...

there's something
I want to say.

We've had our differences,

but I admire a woman

who can stand up to me
the way you did.

Are you kidding?

Ma could stand up
to Howard Cosell.

Well, that being the case,

and seeing the group

that is gathered
into this room,

and knowing how much meat
there is in the stew,

I would say...

won't you please
stay to dinner?

Well, I--
Oh, we have plenty, and--

You talked me into it.

Come on.

I'm so hungry, I could
eat a horse myself.

Knowing the meat
at Borgan's Market,

your wish might come true.
Oh, stop it.

You got enough room now?
Thank you.

J.J., would you say grace?
Okay.

Lord, for the food
we are about to receive,

we thank you.

By a vote of five to one.

* Mmm *

* Just looking
Out of the window *

* Watching the asphalt grow *

* Thinking how
It all looks hand-me-down *

* Good Times, yeah, yeah *

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* Keeping your head
Above water *

* Making a wave when you can *

* Temporary layoffs *

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