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hwpHello, Becky! Hey, Tiger! Hi, Mrs Ross, Mr Ross. How are you?
- Deliveries in the back. - Excuse me?
- You heard me: deliveries in the back. - Why do you think Im a messenger?
No, really. Why do you just assume Im a messenger?
Is it impossible for me to have a friend that lives here?
To have an old college chum that lives upstairs?
That Im coming by to see just to talk about old times?
To have a little cocoa? Would that upset you?
Whats wrong? I cant have no cocoa? I dont look like I like cocoa?
Whats wrong with me coming here trying to have some cocoa?
Im sorry, sir. Who did you come to see?
Nobody! Delivery for Charles Wellington.
Deliveries in the back.
Look out!
Its amateur night at the Apollo. Yall ready for a show?
Thank you!
- Peace! Im outta here. - Lets hear it for Phil Quon!
- Congratulations! You kill. - Thanks, Booey.
- Theyre not gonna boo me off? - Did I say that? Anything could happen.
Yeah. Anything could happen, like they invent a silent boo.
What? Huh? What are you looking at?
This girl I met last night. I told her to come.
Shes skinny! You have sex, you might start a fire.
The next act is a comedian. Mr Lance Barton!
- Whats with the hat? - You dont like the hat?
You look like youre gonna tie somebody to the railroad tracks!
People want to see Lance Barton, the comedian.
- What people? - Lance Barton people.
- Lance Barton, everybody! - No boos!
Here comes a booey.
Lance Barton, everybody!
Dont touch me, baby!
- Hey! Whats up, Apollo? - Whered you get that hat, man?
Yeah, yeah, all right. So, er...
How come every time an airplane crash,
all they can ever find is the black box?
Why dont they just make the whole plane out of the black box?
Yeah. I got roaches. Who here got roaches?
Everybody got roaches, its Harlem.
Everybody got roaches. Yeah, man.
I got some roaches in my house,
so big, one roach got drafted in the second round!
Get your ass off stage, Booey! That shit aint funny.
Hey, you suck!
Come on, hold it together.
I know this girl so ugly, she had to wear make-up on the radio.
All by myself
Dont wanna be all by myself
Any more
You need a new act.
If Im so unfunny, why are you still my manager?
Lance, youre funny... off-stage.
- But on stage, youre... - What?
Youre afraid. Youre afraid of being yourself. They can tell.
Hey, kid! Dont listen to the crowd. Phil Quon says youre a funny man.
Thanks a lot.
Youd be afraid too if they booed you off the stage every time.
You dont have to worry about that. Theyre shutting down the Apollo.
Get outta here!
Yeah, theyre building a multiplex or something.
Theyre gonna do a farewell show with five slots for amateurs.
- You gotta get me one of those slots! - Lance, come on! Let it go.
- Try someplace else. - I dont want to.
As long as Im Booey at the Apollo, Im Booey everywhere.
- Where are you going? - Im going to work on my material.
- Get me that audition, Whitney! - Later, Booey!
OK, Lance. Where are you?
Right on time!
Ive got to get myjokes together.
I have to not get booed at the Apollo. I gotta work on my act...
Oh, my God!
Oh, I hate this job!
Anybody get that licence number?
Where the hell am l?
What?
This aint the Comic Strip.
Take it easy, youll be dead a long time.
Excuse me!
- Bob Krantz, heart attack? - Yep.
Sid and Ethel Bugler. Our tour bus crashed.
Yep.
Im Tina Lovette. Mike said hed put me on the list.
All right, go ahead.
Tell Mike to stop putting girls on the list.
Lance? Lance Barton!
- What is this? - Its Heaven.
Heaven! Ive had this dream before. Is Pac in there?
I said no. Go to Hell!
- Mr Barton? Where are you going? - I gotta wake up. I got an audition.
- Ive got to get to the Comedy Strip. - Youre not dreaming.
Mr Barton...?
- Keyes, whats the problem? - Mr King! No problem, sir.
Everhings under control. Mr Barton here was having a great time and...
- Actually, Im trying to wake up. - Im sorry, but youre not dreaming.
- Youre dead. Capisce? - Im not dead.
Come here! What youre feeling right now is totally normal.
Dying is a real shock to the system, but its going to get better.
Its Heaven, baby. The food is great, the women are beautiful,
and the music, Lance... the music is hot.
- The fun never stops. - Thats great, but Im not dead.
Ive got an audition, so you guys can fix the mistake and get me home.
Serge?
Could you check the list and see when Mr Barton is arriving?
Barton...? Ah! Due November th, .
. a.m., Eastern Standard Time.
... You could have just given me the year! Leave a brother a little doubt.
I took him before the truck hit. He couldnt have made it!
First you make Frank Sinatra wait for a table...
- He didnt have a jacket! - Sinatra can wear what he wants!
You killed me! You killed me!
Mr King has been in charge up here for some time.
Theres nothing he cant handle.
- So you guys can fix this? - I pride myself on talking straight.
If a guys lived a bad life, I tell him to go to Hell, literally.
You, on the other hand... I like you.
Youre what you call... youre very... Whats the word? V
