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* Good times *

* Any time you're
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* Keepin' your head
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I'm telling you, Flo,

working in that boutique
is education.

I see it all... from the hanky
to the panky.

Let's skip the hanky
and get to the panky.

I am not one to gossip,
but you know Lucille Adams?

Live on the
fourth floor,

work at
the laundry?

That's the one.
Uh-huh.

Girl, last night, that dude
husband of hers comes strutting

in the store and bought this
foxy baby-doll nightie.

So?

Honey, he bought
a size seven,

and Lucille ain't wore
size seven since she was 7.

I can't believe that
about Jake Adams.

He's such a nice man.

Yeah, but nice to who?
Had it all wrapped up fancy.

And while he was waiting
for the package,

he calls Lucille.

Check this out--

[IN DEEP VOICE]
"Lucille, honey,

"I got a little bad news
for you.

"You see, I'll be home
a little late tonight.

I got to go
to the lodge meeting."

The old story
about the lodge meeting, huh?

Uh-huh.
That's what it was.

James?
Huh?

You know Jake Adams, don't you?

Yeah, a matter of fact,

I saw him at the lodge meeting
last night.

You did?

Yeah, poor guy had to miss
his daughter's birthday too.

Bought her a nice present.

I was just saying
what a nice guy he was.

Well, what do you see?

What do you see?
What am I holding?

Nothing.

That's right,
because there was something,

but now there's nothing,
because I sold it.

Sold--

You sold a painting,
Junior?

FLORIDA: Honey,
which one was it?

The one with the kids by the
fire hydrant in the water.

I called it
My Ghetto Seascape.

I always knew
you had talent.

Talent? That's his middle name.

Oh, we got a genius
in the house.

I know.

Oh, J.J., where'd you sell it
and who'd you sell it to?

At a sidewalk exhibit.

Actually, Michael was sitting
with it when it was sold.

Yeah, this dude comes by,
kind of walks past,

like, around
three or four times.

Very sophisticated.

Mm-hmm.

You could tell
he was interested,

so J.J. comes up

and looks over the
dude's shoulder and says,

"Hey, man, that painting
sure does look great.

"I mean, it sure does
look groovy.

I have never seen art
that cool before in my life."

J.J., you mean you shilled
your own painting?

Sure, Ma.

Who else knows how great I am
better than me?

Oh, J.J.

So J.J. says to me, "Hey, man,

I'll give you $5
for that painting."

So the dude says,
"I'll give you 10."

So J.J. says,
"I'll give you 20."

So the dude says,
"I'll give you 30."

Then J.J. says,
"$30? Are you kidding?

"That is an insult
to the artiste.

I will give you 50."

So the dude said,
"You got it, man,"

and walked off.

I thought y'all said
you sold it.

We did sell it,
Willona,

to the next guy
that came by.

This time J.J.
kept his mouth shut.

Oh!

How much y'all
get for it, Junior?

Five dollars.

The paint and the canvas
cost him $7.50.

Oh, it's all right.

As long as somebody
recognized his work.

The money will come later.

Ma, Dad, have I got news!
Whoo, whoo!

You got news?

Wait till you hear
my news.

What do I care about your news?
I got good news.

My news is good news.

Thelma, how come
you always trying

to out-good my good news?

Okay, okay,
open the grand canyon

you call a mouth,
and tell me the good news.

I sold a
painting for $5.

[LAUGHS]

That's wonderful, J.J.
Congratulations.

All I'm doing is saving
Mom and Dad $1000!

JAMES: Huh?

A thousand dollars?

What you talking about?

Something I always dreamed of
is really happening.

Yeah, but what, Thelma, what?
What are you talking about?

I won the alumni
scholarship award

to the University of Chicago!

[SCREAMS]

JAMES:
Oh, Thelma,
I'm proud of you.

Did you hear that?
Congratulations!

How soon, how soon they forget.

Huh?

All right, Thelma,
I gotta admit,

I'm proud of you too.

Oh, thank you, J.J.,

and I'm really happy you sold
that painting, I really am.

Well, Thelma,
you got the brains,

and I got all the talent
and good looks.

Well, I gotta
be splitting.

I gotta go spread the good news
about J.J. and Thelma.

That's right.

And retract the bad news
about Jake Adams....

that, uh, some gossip started.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Willona.

I'll see you all later.
THELMA: Okay, bye.

JAMES: See you, Willona.

Boy, Thelma, I can't tell you
how happy we are.

J.J.: I can't believe it.
I can't wait to see it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now I gotta tell you
the bad part.

What?

The $1000 won't cover
everything.

I could live at home,

but I'll still need at least
$200 more to make it.

[ALL GROAN]

Thelma, you won't
have to worry.

Shall we tell her
now, James?

Florida, uh--

Thelma, we got a big
surprise for you.

You don't
have to worry.

We got the money!

Florida.

Oh, James, now,
let me tell her.

I'm so excited I could burst.

Thelma,
when you were a baby,

your daddy
went to the bank

and opened an account
for a college fund for you.

Oh, Daddy, for real?
Thank you.

Yeah, believe me, Thelma,
it ain't no big thing.

The heck it isn't,
and it wasn't easy.

I remember you said,

"My daughter
is going to college.

I'm gonna put away 50 cents
every week in that account."

Hey, 50 cents times 52 weeks.

That's $26, and 26 times 18...

Oh, boy, I can't even think
that high.

Hey, Daddy, how much money
does Thelma have

in her college fund?

Eight dollars and 16 cents.

James...

Is that all there is?

Honey, I don't
understand.

Sorry, baby, but I had to dip
into it every now and then.

In case you all ain't aware,
we living in hard times.

But, honey, why didn't you
tell me?

I thought we always talked
about these things.

Except when I don't want you
to know about it.

Oh, baby, what I mean is

I had to take that money
out of that college fund

for your operation.

If I told you where
I was taking the money from,

you wouldn't have had that
operation, and you know it.

Oh, wait a minute, now.

Let's look at the bright side
of this thing.

Maybe Thelma might not get
to college,

but Ma's gall bladder might
make it to medical school.

Oh, Junior, shut up.

Don't be for them 12 cavities,

I wouldn't have spent
the money,

you raggedy-mouthed rascal.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry, baby girl,

just wasn't nothing
I could do.

That's okay, Daddy.

Oh, Florida, I tell you,

if it ain't one thing,
it's another.

Either layoffs

or trying to put something
under the Christmas tree,

keep these kids in clothes,
and Michael there,

he growing so fast,
he needs a new pair of shoes

every time he wakes up
from a nap.

Sorry, baby,

just wasn't nothing I could do.

College always seemed

like something way off
in the future,

but eating and living
always been right now.

James, we understand.
It's all right.

Aw, the hell
it is, baby.

There ain't nothing
I can do about it.

Honey, you had to do it.
We know that.

Daddy, don't worry.
It'll work out.

I can always go
to city college.

Now, James,

don't start
blaming yourself so much.

You have always been
the breadwinner in this family,

and a darn good one.

A lot I got to show for it,
baby-- $8.16.

James, don't worry about it.
It'll all work out.

Where there is a will,
there's a way.

Yeah, well, Will ain't been
around here lately,

and I don't see no way.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Ah! Maybe that's Will now.

Will who? Will help.

Why did we bother
to get your mouth fixed?

Michael, answer the door.

MICHAEL:
Okay, Daddy.

Hello.

Is James Evans, Jr. here?

Yes, he is, come in.
Thank you.

Yeah, I'm
James Evans, Jr.

How do you do? I'm P.J. Hewitt,

president of Hewitt
Trust and Savings Bank.

[CHUCKLES]

Assets over 10,000,000.

Oh, you can't
have that much.

Dad's been
pulling a little bit

out of his account.

I'm Mr. Evans.
This is my wife, Mrs. Evans.

What can we do for you?

Well, it's your son
that I was looking for.

I understand
that you're a painter.

That's right, but I didn't paint
those signs on your wall.

I ain't into spray cans.

No, uh...

In fact, I'm interested
in your work.

I happened to see
a painting of yours

that a friend
of mine bought--

ghetto children
playing at the fire hydrant.

I liked the way
it captured the feeling

of the black community.

It had a certain--

well, I just can't
find words to express it.

Try "fantastic."

Sure.

The purpose of our bank
is to serve the black community.

"We are into black."
That's the bank's motto.

Into black and in the black.

Clever, huh?

I wrote that myself.

You here to make a point,
Mr. Hewitt?

Yes, of course.

I'm here
to commission your son

to paint a mural
for my bank.

A mural?

A whole wall?

Are you talking about
painting it or rolling it?

Painting, of course.

Naturally, the bank
will pay for it,

in line with our policy
of supporting ghetto youth.

Mr. Hewitt, how much
money you talking about?

Well, as you must realize,

your son
is an unestablished artist

and this will be
quite a break for him.

Shall we say... $250?

Two hundred and fifty dollars?
Two hundred and fifty dollars?

Uh, now, hold on, hold on here.

Uh, as an artiste,

I usually don't accept
a commission

unless I have complete approval
of the subject matter--

Well--

And I approve.

Well, you are the artist.

All that we want

is something appropriate
for the bank,

something depicting the life
of the black community,

especially the happy side
of ghetto life.

Happy?

For $250, you gonna get
ecstatic joy!

Mr. Hewitt... we don't know
how to thank you.

The pleasure is mine.
We have another motto...

We are the bank that banks
on the youth of today.

[CHUCKLES]

I wrote that one too.

[FORCING LAUGHTER]

It has a nice sound to it.

[ALL FORCING LAUGHTER]

Well, I must be going.

It has been a pleasure
to meet you all,

but as we say in the bank,
it is time for my withdrawal.

Good day.

Good day.
Bye.

Good day, Mr. Hewitt.

Cheerios.

[ALL SCREAMING]

All right, J.J.!
All right, Junior!

Oh, I'm so happy for you. It
looks like everything good

is happening today.
Yeah!

Yeah, J.J.,
you finally moving up, man.

Yeah, Rembrandt,
don't get uptight,

because here comes
Kid Dy-no-mite!

Hey, J.J., what are you gonna
do with the money?

Well, according to the bylaws
of the Evans household,

all money earned by any member
of the family

goes into the family pot.

Well, I don't think
it's gonna be hard

to figure out
what to do with the money.

We're gonna give it
to Thelma for college.

Right, J.J.?
Right.

Ma, J.J., I can't let you
do that.

We need the money
for so many other things.

Oh, but, honey,
this is the biggest thing

that's happening to us
right now.

Your daddy and I
have always talked

about you going
to a good college,

right, James?

That's right.

Now, Thelma, that money
is for your education.

I don't want to hear
another word about it.

Thanks, Daddy.

Thanks, Ma...
Oh.

And especially you,
J.J.

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's
A jolly good fellow *

* For he's a jolly good fellow
That nobody can deny *

* That nobody can deny
That nobody can deny... **

Yeah, look here, Lord,

now, you and me ain't had
too much to talk about lately.

And you know I'm just as happy
as everybody else

about this thing, but there's
something about the whole thing

just don't set right with me.

Now, what is it? What is it?

Michael! Michael,
are you awake?

Michael.
Oh, what's the matter, J.J.?

I can't sleep.

Well, maybe you can't sleep,
but I sure can.

Hey, J.J.!

Come on, Michael.

This is my big break.

I see my whole future
flashing before me.

Today, I paint a mural
at a bank.

Tomorrow, city hall.

And before you know it,
the pope walks up to me

and says, "Brother J,

we getting tired of that ceiling
on the Sistine Chapel."

Oh, boy.
Hey, man, I can see it now...

The Sistine Chapel
full of black angels.

And Ma's been working too hard.

We gotta get her a maid...
a white one.

Yeah, but we'd better make sure
she does windows.

Yeah, and Dad
needs transportation.

I'm gonna get him
four Cadillacs,

one for each direction.

J.J., if I didn't know you were
Kool-Aid man,

I'd be worried about the way
you be flying.

Michael, believe me,
I haven't forgot about you.

We gonna send you
through law school.

Well, Michael, tell me,
how do them apples grab you?

Okay, you better rest up
for law school.

Get ready to
hit them books.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What is it?

Oh, Florida, I was
having a nightmare.

Baby, it was
a bad one too.

What was it?

Florida, I dreamed

I was walking
through this field.

Mm-hmm.

I came across
this hole.

It was real narrow,
about 20 feet deep.

I fell down in it, and, baby,
I broke my leg,

and I couldn't get out...

and then right across from me
was a stream,

and right on the other side
of the stream

was a pack of mean crocodiles,

and when they saw me,
they looked at me and they said,

"Sharpen your teeth.
Here comes Sunday dinner."

I looked up
at you, baby,

and you said you was
gonna try and help me,

but you couldn't get
through the hole

because it was
too narrow--

Baby, it wasn't nothing
but a dream.

Honest. See,
I was just dreaming.

Anyhow, I looked up,

and I saw Junior's face
smiling down at me,

and he said,
"Don't worry, Dad,

I'll get you out.
I'll save you."

But he couldn't reach me,

so you grabbed him by his heels,
and skinny as he was,

you let him hang down the hole,
and he grabbed me,

and baby, seconds, just seconds
before them crocodiles

was gonna make me
the blue plate special,

Junior reached down, grabbed me,
and pulled me up.

Then he smiled
to the crocodiles,

and he tipped his hat and said,

"Sorry you gotta miss
your Sunday delight,

because Dad has been saved
by Kid Dy-no-mite!"

Wow, that is a wild one.

Yeah, baby,
I'll be doggone

if I can figure
that dream out.

You know something, James?

Huh?

It just might have something
to do with J.J. coming through

with the money today
just when we needed it.

What you talking about, Florida?
What could that have to do

with me dreaming about him
saving my life?

Well, it could be that
you a little disappointed--

well, you know--

because you weren't able
to help Thelma yourself.

Aw, baby, that ain't got
nothing to do with it.

I mean,
I love the kids.

I love all of them,

and I'm proud
of all of them.

That ain't got nothing
to do with nothing.

She's right.

That's what it was.
That's what's eating me up.

Well... now that I know
what it is, I can deal with it.

James,
did you say something?

Huh?
Oh, yeah, I said, uh...

as long as we up,
how about, uh...

How about what?

How about making me
a sandwich?

I been down
that hole a long time.

[VOICES MURMURING]

Attention, please,
attention, please.

Attention, please.
Shh.

Ladies and gentlemen,

not only does Hewitt
Trust and Savings

offer a full range of services,
maximum interest,

free travelers checks,
safety deposit boxes,

and our new personalized
African motif checks...

With all that wind,

he should be
playing the tuba.

Willona!

It is with great pleasure

that I present to you
a young man

who, through the generosity
of this bank,

assets over 10,000,000...

Together with his own drive
and determination,

has brought him
to this proud moment.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. James Evans, Jr.

[CROWD CHEERING]

That's my boy!
That's my son.

[STAMMERS]

Thank you there,
Mr. Hewitt.

Ladies and gentlemen...

uh, cats and kitties,
dudes and dudettes...

Uh, I'd like to thank
all the people

who made this moment possible--

first, my mother,

who encouraged me to paint
at every moment...

Oh, hear, hear!
Hear, hear!

FLORIDA: Thank you.

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

And next, my father, who beat
my butt whenever I didn't.

And my sister Thelma,

and my little brother
Michael.

All right. All right.

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

Flo, Flo,
he left me out.

And to my neighbor
and dear friend, Willona Woods.

Hey, hey!

That's me,
that's me, folks.

Willona Woods,
with two O's.

These hands are the hands
that changed his diaper.

Isn't that something?

Thank you all!

Thank you. Yeah.

Ahem.

And now for the moment
we all been waiting for,

the grand unveiling.

May I present to you...
Mr. Hewitt.

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

Yeah, all right!

[CROWD OOHS AND AAHS]

Baby,
that's the best thing

you ever done!

JAMES:
I'm so proud of you,
I could bust.

J.J., I just love it!

J.J., I'm so proud of you.

Uh, don't panic, sweetheart.
She's only my sister.

Uh, Mr. Hewitt,

you may now unveil the bread.

I refuse to pay
for that piece of trash.

Trash?

What are you talking about?

That-- That idiotic painting?

I commissioned your son to paint

the happy side of ghetto life.

Well, uh, what can be happier

than shooting
a little eight ball?

This is a bank,
not a pool room.

But, Mr. Hewitt,

I thought you said
I could paint

anything I wanted to.

Within limits.

That painting is sordid,

and totally unfitting
to the dignity of this bank.

He worked for hours every night.

I don't care how long he worked.

I'm not going to pay for it.

I'm going to have
that wall repainted,

and I refuse to pay a cent
for that junk.

FLORIDA: He just--

Oh, now, wait
a minute, Mr. Hewitt.

I don't believe
I heard you right.

I said I am not going to pay.

Oh, no, you gonna
pay him, bourgie.

Now, you told my son
to paint what he wanted.

Now, he likes it, I like it,
and everybody like it,

don't everybody?

[SHOUTING AT ONCE]

The main thing is my son
is a fine artist.

He painted it
the way he saw it,

so that makes it good.

Now, wait--
No, you wait!

You know how many years
it took him to learn

how to paint like that, huh?

You know how many hours
he had to stay up doing that?

Do you?

Now, that painting
is worth 10 times

what you trying
to rip him off for,

and if you don't pay him,

I'm gonna shove you
in the night deposit box.

All right.

All right...
All right.

You don't have to get rough.
This is a bank.

James...

I suppose it does
have a certain basic...

appeal to it.

You're right about that.

Dad, take your hat.

Boy, Dad, you really told
that dude off.

I could've never stood up
to a dude like that,

not even with a pair
of brass knuckles.

Aw, Junior, I was just
doing what I had to do.

No, Dad,
it's more than that.

I mean,
when something's wrong,

you got the guts
to make it right, and I don't.

Dad, I'll never be
the man you are.

I'm proud of you.

You hear that?

He's proud of me!

Oh...

* Just lookin'
Out of the window *

* Watching the asphalt grow *

* Thinkin' how
It all looks hand-me-down *

* Good times
Good times *

* Keepin' your head
Above water *

* Makin' a wave
When you can *

* Temporary layoffs
Good times *

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