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Hi, Ma.

Hi, honey.

I tell you, Thelma,

with the price
of food today,

the only folks

who can afford
to go into the market

are the shoplifters.

Well, it's all
an economic plan.

As the size
of things get smaller,

the cost of things gets larger.

Hey, Ma, you wanna taste
something delicious?

Hmm?

You know my teacher,
Miss Bishop?

She's coming over.

She's gonna bring me
a book on ballet,

and I wanted to fix
something really special.

Mm-mm.

That's delicious.

Oh, Thelma, I don't know when
I've tasted anything better.

What is it?

It's guacamole, Ma.

Miss Bishop...

isn't that the teacher
who's taking you to the ballet?

Yeah. Oh, Ma,
I can hardly wait!

Oh, Ma, wait
till you meet her.

She's such
a beautiful person.

Oh, and
she really loves me.

Well, if she decides
to stay for dinner,

we'll have plenty.

I bought some of that
ghetto food stretcher,

"Ham Hock Helper."

After which you can take
some "Heartburn Helper."

Hey, Ma, did you
iron my shirt yet?

Oh, no, I didn't.

J.J.,
can't you wear another one?

No, Ma, I need that one.
That's the one

with the palm trees
and the animals on it,

'cause I got date with
Barbara the Barbarian tonight,

and I need
that shirt

to set the mood.

Well, I don't want
to break "the mood,"

so I'll get
your shirt for you.

Hey, girl,

what you trying to do,
poison this family

with those green clams
in that dip?

That's guacamole!

Well, your guac looks
a little moldy, there.

Oh, J.J.,
you're gonna stick around

and meet my teacher
tonight, aren't you?

Can't do it, Thelma.

I got a date with
Barbara the Barbarian tonight,

and if I don't
feed her on time,

she roars like a lion!

But when I finish,

she purrs
like a kitten.

Hey, J.J.
Hi, Thelma.

THELMA:
Hey, Mike.

Any calls for me?
No.

[SNIFFING]

Hey, mister...

Freeze!

What'd I tell you

about spraying yourself
with cologne

from my
personal arsenal?

Here's your shirt, J.J.

Listen, young man,
you could afford to share

with your brother.
That's right.

Hey, Ma,
I don't mind sharing,

but he been
using my cologne

like a junkie!

He's been mainlining
his sneakers with it!

Hi.

ALL:
Hey, Willona!

Here's Willona Woods
with some out-of-sight goods.

Come here,
Thelma, hold it,

and don't peek.

You see, Thelma,

your fairy godmother
has not forgotten you.

Silver lamé
for your first ballet!

Ooh!

Hey, hey.

Willona,
this is beautiful.

Oh, thank you!

Willona,
the dress isbeautiful,

but we can't afford it.

Do you have any idea
what I had to go through

to get that dress
out of the shop?

I had to sneak out the back,
climb over the fence,

the dog chased me,
lost my eyelashes,

and you gonna tell me
you not gonna use that dress?

You got to be crazy.

Well, Willona,
I hope you can

teach that dress
to boogie down,

'cause I'll take it
dancing next week.

Oh.

Well,
I shall return!

Oh, I'm so excited!

I can't believe it.
I'll get some silver shoes.

Oh, and I just can't wait
until Miss Bishop sees it!

I know, Thelma,
but remember,

when you sit down,
don't wrinkle the dress,

don't crease it,
don't spill nothing on it,

and don't perspire.

Can you smile in it?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Oh, that must be
Miss Bishop. Oh!

Thelma, Thelma.

Okay, Now, everybody
be cool, okay?

Just take it easy,
right?

Got that, Michael?

Willona, I know
you know how to act.

You too, Ma.

This okay?

Hi, Thelma.

Oh, so it is you!

Oh, come in,
come in.

Miss Mother, I'd like you
to meet my bishop.

Oh, I mean,

Miss Bishop, I'd like you
to meet my mother.

Hello, Miss Bishop.

How do you do,
Mrs. Evans?

Cool enough for you, Thelma?

And this is
my brother, Michael.

Hi, Miss Bishop.
Hi, Michael.

And this is my neighbor,
Willona Woods.

How are you?
Hi. How are you?

Nice to
meet you.

And my brother J.J.
will be out in a minute.

Please sit down.

Ah, Thelma
has told us

so many nice things
about you, Miss Bishop.

Jessica.

I'll bet you don't have to
hit your desk with a ruler

to get attention.

Michael!

Thank you, Michael.

Oh, Miss Bishop, would you
like to try this?

Oh.

Mmm.

I can't remember

when I've tasted
better guacamole.

Thelma made it.

Oh,
have some more.

That's exciting.

Oh, it's just a recipe
I found in a magazine.

No, I'm referring
to this picture on the wall.

You know,
it really jumps out at you.

J.J. painted it.

Yeah, and he painted
this one, too.

Wow!

He did this too?

Yeah, would you like
to see

some of his latest?

Oh, I'd love to.

More guacamole,
Miss Bishop?

You see, I'm sort of
a Sunday painter myself,

but nothing like this.

Miss Bishop, more guacamole?
Oh.

No thank you, Thelma.

Ooh.

How do you
like it?

Oh, yes, I love it.

It's got so much soul.

Yeah, well,
J.J. calls this one

"Hassle on a
Hot Saturday Night."

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh, this is so moving!

Yeah, well, J.J. calls
this one "Funky Butt."

Oh.

Mrs. Evans, you sure
have a poetic son.

[TARZAN YELL]

Barbara the Barbarian,
you don't stand a chance,

because J.J. Evans

is set for romance.

You can't get
more poetic than that.

Well, my little
heavenly body

is about to leave
this abode,

so, arrivederci,
Willona.

Bon voyage,
little sister.

Auf Wiedersehen,
mother dear.

Queseera, seera,
little bra.

And, uh--

Hello there, mama!

Hello, J.J. I'm Jessica.

I've been looking
at your paintings, J.J.

Michael,
get your brother

a glass of water.

Or some Kool-Aid.

He don't need
no Kool-Aid, honey.

He needs some first aid.

Why don't we all
sit down

and have
a nice visit?

Uh, but J.J. was
just leaving.

I love your paintings, J.J.

[HIGH VOICE]
Oh, really?

[CLEARS THROAT]

[NORMAL VOICE]
Oh, really?

J.J., if you have
to rush off

to your
appointment,

I'm sure Miss Bishop
will understand.

Appointment?

What appointment?

Barbara
the Barbarian!

Oh, uh, uh...

she called and said
she couldn't make it.

The computer
dating service

fixed her up
with uh,

King Kong.

Miss Bishop,

can't I get you
a cup of coffee?

No, Mrs. Evans,
I really must be leaving.

Oh, Thelma,
I almost forgot

the ballet book I promised you.
Oh, yeah.

Thank you so much,
Miss Bishop.

You're welcome.

Do you have
to leave so soon?

I'm afraid I have to.

J.J., why don't you walk
Miss Bishop to her car?

Ma!

Well, you just
Xeroxed my thoughts.

Well, if you parked
in this neighborhood,

you gonna need me

to negotiate the return
of your vehicle.

That's very
nice of you, J.J.

Bye.

ALL:
Bye-bye,
Miss Bishop.

Pirouetting.

You really love to
paint, don't you?

Uh, yeah.

I guess it's my thing.

You know,
I can lose myself

and find myself
at the same time.

And it shows
in your paintings.

They're so...

so...

alive,

so masculine,

so sensuous.

Well, uh, what can I say?

A man paints what he is.

Well, when did you
first start painting

all those beautiful
ghetto scenes?

Well, it happened
in high school.

My art teacher
used to always say,

"Paint something with grass
and trees, with cows in it,"

but I'm from the ghetto.

I ain't ever seen no cows,

and the only green grass
I ever seen

was on the top
of the pool table.

J.J.,
what would you do

if you had to suddenly
stop painting tomorrow?

Play fullback
for the Chicago Bears.

No.

I can't imagine
not painting.

J.J., you don't ever
have to worry.

You're great.

Say that again.

Say what?

Say anything.

I just like to watch
your mouth make those words.

You're precious.

I know.

[ALARM CLOCK RINGING]

J.J., turn that off.

J.J.

J.J.!

Uh-oh.

J.J.

Oh, no.
He didn't come home last night.

Michael, aren't you going
to be late for school?

No, Ma.

What time did your
brother come home?

Uh, I don't know.
I was asleep.

Was it
after midnight?

I was asleep
then too.

J.J. hasn't been home
before midnight

since he met Miss Bishop
four days ago.

J.J., Michael
has to get in there!

Aw, Ma, that's all right.
I can wait.

Morning, Ma.

FLORIDA:
Morning--

Thelma!

Your brother's
in there.

Well, if he was,
somebody must've flushed him.

Michael?

I'll call
the plumber.

Hold it.

Now, don't you
pull that on me.

Where's your brother?

Hey, Thelma,
it's an emergency!

If it is
an emergency,

it's gonna be you!

J.J. didn't come home
last night, did he?

Oh, my God, something
must've happened to him.

Ma, don't worry.
He'll be all right.

Oh, my poor baby!

Ma, he'll all right,
don't worry.

J.J.!

If I see him, I'll tell him
you're looking for him.

Oh, J.J., I was so worried
about you, honey!

Oh, are you
all right, baby?

Oh, my God,

I had all kinds
of thoughts about you.

I'm fine, Ma,
I'm fine.

What do you mean

by staying out all night
and not calling?

How dare you
worry me that way?

Ma, I'm not gonna
make up any stories.

I'm not gonna jive you.

I got a confession
to make.

What is it?

I wasn't home last night.

J.J.

All right, Ma.

I was with Miss Bishop,
painting.

You could have painted

the Empire State Building
by now!

Ma, you know how it is
when you're having fun,

time flies.

First we were painting,
then we ran out of paint,

so we drove downtown

to this after-hours
paint joint...

and, uh--

J.J.

Not going for
the paint store, huh?

That's enough
of that, J.J.,

and I want you
to know

you're setting
a bad example

for your sister
and your brother.

I don't
think so, Ma.

I kinda like having
the bed all to myself.

Except for
one thing.

I got lonely
not having anybody

kicking or pulling
the covers off me.

Well, next time
I stay out all night,

I'll send somebody over
to kick you.

Oh, well, guess who's
coming to breakfast?

The scrawny sex symbol
of the South Side.

Hey, Thelma,
I can't help it

if I was born with all this
charm and charisma.

It was thrust upon me.

Well, me
and your charisma

are going to
have a talk.

Thelma, isn't it time for you
and Michael to go to school?

Yes.

Bye, Ma.

See ya later, Ma.
Bye-bye. Okay.

Bye, big head.

Thelma!

Now, J.J., I'm not gonna--

Is school
out so soon?

Uh, going to school, Ma.

J.J., I am
worried about you.

Hey, Ma, there ain't
nothing to worry about.

Honey, I've worried about you
since you were a baby.

When you had chicken pox,
you had measles--
Hey, Ma,

Jessica isn't
contagious.

You ain't
gonna catch her.

J.J.,
I know you think

you're the Hank Aaron
of love,

but I just don't want
to see you get hurt.

Ma, no way
that's gonna happen.

I mean, life has
changed for me.

Especially in
the last four days.

I mean, before this,
life was just a hamburger,

but ever since
I've met Jessica,

it's the end-cut
of a prime rib.

J.J.,

I know that Miss Bishop

is a fine person,

and you're a very special
young man to me too.

Yeah, you know,
what can I say?

Honey,

this is the first time

you've ever gone out
with a real woman.

How do you know
you're ready for it?

Look at the girls
you've been dating.

Teenagers.

Ma, the soul train
of love

has chugged on
by that stop.

I mean,
I've out-matured them.

J.J., I know you're not
a little boy,

and I'm not trying
to cut you down.

Honey, you're
flying high now.

I hope you're not heading
for a crash landing.

Hey--Ooh!

Hello, Tarzan.

I got the bracelet
you wanted.

Hey.

Did you get it engraved,
Willona?

Well, here's the
message you wanted.

"To Jessica,

"the most beautiful, enchanting,
exciting woman I ever met.

"From J.J. Evans,

the most beautiful, enchanting,
exciting man I ever met."

And at ten cents a letter,

the words cost more
than the bracelet.

Well, then,
what'd you say?

"To J.B. from J.J. with L."

That says it all,
Willona!

All right,
All right!

Son, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Ma,
everything will be fine.

I'll talk to you all later.

Bye.
Okay,
talk to you later.

Bye, baby.

Ooh, Flo,
J.J. is as happy

as a kid
at Christmas time.

Yeah,
but I don't like

the toys
he's playing with.

Something tells me

Jessica's tap dancing
on your last nerve.

Willona,
tell me something.

What?

You've gone out
with lots of guys.

Now, I ain't exactly
Elizabeth Taylor,

but on the other hand,

I'm not ready
for the convent, either.

You know,

some of them
nice guys,

Mm-hmm.

some of them tall,

Right, right.

some of them skinny,
some of them richer,

and some of them
were a little older,

and some of them
were--

A little younger?

Well, now that
you've said it...

Uh-huh?

W-wha-what--

how--

Flo, do you wanna know
what happens?
Yeah.

Well, it was...

romantic,

Oh.

exciting,

fantastic,

mystical,

and also heartbreaking.

Oh, Willona.

For him, honey.

I'll catch you
after work, okay?

Oh, speaking of
your last nerve.

Good morning, Mrs. Evans.
Is J.J. in?

I'd like to give him
a ride to work.

Uh, he just left.

Oh.

But why don't we three
sit down and have some coffee?

Lord knows I wish I could stay,
ooh,

but I gotta get to the boutique.

We having a white sale.

A what?

We selling the landlord.

I think maybe
I'd better go too.

Oh, please stay.

Can I get you
a cup of coffee?

Or have you started
drinking Kool-Aid

these last few days?

No, thank you, Mrs. Evans.

I've had my breakfast.

Look, Mrs. Evans,

Uh, I didn't keep your son
in my apartment

against his will.

He wanted to be with me.

You probably
served him cookies and milk

at 2:00 a.m.

That'll get him every time.

Mrs. Evans,

why don't we talk to each other,
and not at each other.

All right,
Miss Bishop.

You probably are
about...

thirty-two?

Thirty-five.

I was thinking 37.

Exactly what do you
want with my son?

The same thing
any woman wants

from someone she loves.

Just to
be with him.

You really think you
love J.J., don't you?

Mrs. Evans,
you love J.J.

Why can't you accept

that other people
love him too?

I can.

But I'm going
to go on loving him.

What's gonna happen
to my son when you stop?

Mrs. Evans,

what makes you think
I'm gonna stop?

Miss Bishop,

you're 15 years
older than J.J.

It's got to end.

Mrs. Evans,
that's not gonna happen.

That's not gonna happen.

I don't want you
to go home, ever.

Why don't you
move in with me tonight?

Hey, I will.

Oh.

And the next night,

and the night
after that,

and the night
after that,

and the night
after that.

And the night
after that,

I'll go home
and change my clothes.

Why, J.J.?

Aren't we talking
about the same thing?

I'm talking commitment.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, sure we are.

Uh, commitment?

Yes.

Darling, I want to share
everything with you.

Our lives,
our thoughts,

our feelings,
everything.

Yeah, th-that
sounds cool.

Why don't you go home,
get your things,

bring 'em back here,
and move in.

You mean really
move in?

Yes!

Yes, I want
to share everything.

My friends,
your friends.

Oh, yeah.

You'll love
my friends,

especially Bouncy
and Cool Breeze,

and Munchie
and Pop-O.

Oh, we can go to movies,
the museum,

walking in the park,
everything.

Yeah.

It's gonna be
so wonderful.

Uh, yeah,
beautiful.

Uh, let me go get a glass
of water over here.

J.J.,

you're excited too,
aren't you?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Only, uh...

Only, uh...

Only...

Only what, J.J.?

Only, uh...

I don't wanna hang
my family up like this.

J.J., what
do you mean?

Well, I can't walk out
on them like this.

I mean, Ma's
the best cook in town,

Michael does
my income tax,

Thelma loans me money.

That family needs me.

J.J., it's not really
your family, is it?

You're scared of what
I've been saying to you.

Me, scared
of moving in?

Ha ha.

Me, the dude who took
on five Satan Knights

and four Warlords
at one time

single-handedly?

Me, scared?

Me, the dude who walks
through the ghetto alone

at night?

Me, scared?

Are you?

Yes.

See, Jessie,

you keep talking
about "we,"

and I ain't had time
to be find me yet.

I see, I--

I'm crowding you.

You've got to find
your own space.

Yeah, I guess I do.

But we can
still be friends!

I mean,
I can go out

and get us
a pizza right now.

With some pepperoni
and sausage.

What else do you
like on it?

Thank you, J.J., but...

Pizza isn't in my diet anymore.

J.J.

[SIGHS]

Do me a favor
and tell your mother

that it wasn't me
who stopped.

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