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hwpOh, Preacher!
Rise and shine, brother Preacher.
Its time to get up.
Get out of bed.
Come on, get up!
Oh, nigger!
Get out of bed, brother Preacher,
or we gonna be late for school.
Its Friday mornin.
School time.
You dig?
So get up.
All right.
Come on, man.
Mr. Masons gonna have my ass
for missin class all this week.
That aint nothin new.
Come on, get dressed.
Hey, Cochise,
pass me my glasses, man.
Hey, man, no wonder
you cant keep a girl.
Man, see that?
Im worryin about bein kicked out
of school and you busy signifyin.
Im sorry.
Besides, your mama like it.
Jive.
Chicago,
The Cooley Code Of Conduct is prepared
to help each of you students...
choose the right road
inside and outside of school.
Now you all have
a copy of the school code...
and Id like for you
to read it with me.
Would you share those with him?
I gave too many to your row.
- Just pass it.
- Are you all with me?
- Yes.
- We will all read the code together.
The Cooley High School Code.
Cooley students are conscious
of developing good character.
We are good sports.
We are good losers
as well as good winners.
We do have respect
for our school...
and will do nothing that will
reflect on Cooleys good name.
At social functions
we do follow all rules...
and listen to
the people in charge.
We honor and respect
our parents, teachers...
and others who are responsible
for our guidance.
- We are honest.
- Wake up.
We are punctual and meet
every obligation promptly.
We hand in our homework
and class work on time.
- Were gonna get outta here.
- Are you with me?
- Yes.
- Cooley students respect property.
We do not destroy...
school facilities
or school grounds.
We do not enter
public transportation illegally.
Cooley students are aware
of personal appearance.
We wear clean, neat clothes.
We keep our bodies clean.
We avoid excessive ornamentation.
Can I have a hot dog, please?
Ive got cents someplace.
- Can I have some ketchup?
- We dont have any.
- No ketchup?
- Right.
- Could I have some relish on it?
- I dont have any relish.
- No relish?
- No relish.
- What you got?
- Mustard.
- Mustard?
- Thats it.
A big establishment like this,
and all you got is mustard?
- Right.
- Do you like mustard?
Yeah, I like mustard.
Then you eat the hot dog.
Willie, dig the little
fat one up there.
That one right there.
Look like Johnny Mae.
I think shes got
a new boyfriend too.
Dig Beverly
in the corner back there.
That look just like Beverly.
- Looks more like you, Pooter.
- More like Pooters mama.
- You better be glad I aint sensitive.
- Dig him.
Thats right, man,
we glad you aint sensitive.
If you was sensitive, you wouldnt like
me feedin this to your daddy there.
Be quiet.
- Hey, monkey.
- Here you go, monkey.
Wow, man!
Hey, man, dig.
Hes just like Pooters daddy.
You aint supposed to feed them.
Its bad for the appetite.
Shut up, man. Take this,
you big, black, ugly gorilla!
Hey, man, whats wrong with you?
Dont be talkin to
no gorilla like that.
- Shut up.
- Hey, Mr. Gorilla.
Forgive these humans. They dont know
how to act in front of no gorilla.
- I think hes crazy.
- You hear that?
I dont believe it.
Youre crazy.
See? You be nice to him
and hell be nice to you.
Look out, man!
Pooter got hit with gorilla shit!
Damn, man, you sure do stink.
He smell better now
than he ever did.
We cant go home.
Theyll know we cut class.
We gotta sneak back in school
before next period.
I gotta get cleaned up.
We gonna be late, man!
Somebody gonna know.
I gotta go and take a shower.
Nobodys gonna know
you got hit with gorilla shit, man.
Believe me.
Well show you old turkeys
how to do it.
Hot damn!
Thats the way he gonna do it
at Gramblin next year.
When I get that scholarship.
Hey, yall!
Schools already out!
I gotta get to the showers
before they lock up for the night.
- Come on.
- Lets split, man.
Willie, lets go.
Come on, Pooter.
Guys, I gotta take a shower.
You wanna wait for me?
Youre not gonna
wait for me, man?
Yeah, Pooter, we gonna wait for you,
but hurry up.
Well be down at Marthas, hear?
Hey, Cochise, Preach.
- How you doin, Dorothy?
- Have you seen Tyrone?
I aint seen him, baby.
Wasnt he in school?
Tyrone wasnt in history and
since yall missed Mr. Masons class...
he moved the midterm up
from Friday to Monday.
And you dummies thought
you had a week to study.
Monday?
That blows our whole weekend.
Man, I gotta go back
and get my history book.
- Get mine too.
- Whats wrong with your grades?
Get the book.
You the star. You aint
got to worry about your grades.
You aint gotta worry either.
You know you failin.
Dorothy, the only thing I know...
is that your mamas a whore.
By the way, Im givin
a quarter party tonight.
- A belly rub?
- It aint gonna be no belly rub.
- Its gonna be a nice quarter party.
- I gotta study.
If you see Tyrone,
tell him to come.
All right. Whered Preach go?
I give you one guess.
Listen, dice, listen.
Four. Shootin a dime.
Shootin a dime.
I got him.
- Hey, Martha.
- Hi, Cochise.
Preach, come on.
- Lets go.
- Shootin a dime.
Martha said shed kick yo
