Dialogue from a Dramatic Scene

Yo, who said you can shoot? This is a black game, home.

Y'all don't want your whiteness shoving through my hoops. Punk ass. Keep walking.

Look at them boots you wearing, man.

Stupid ass. This shit. Yeah, fuck you too, Lincoln.

Talk about a punk. Yo, man, get the game started back up in there.

Come on,

man.

You in my seat, boy.

Hey.

You in my seat now.

Damn.

Is this seat taken?

Guess what?

I'm in your seat.

How'd you know that?

Did I say something?

Yeah, you said something.

Get out of my seat, smoke face.

I don't think that I can do that.

Oh, you don't think you can do that, huh?

No, you see, I've grown real attached to this seat.

In fact, I think we're gonna be going steady.

Wow.

That's funny.

You're a comedian, huh?

Leroy, take off that hat and sit down.

I'll catch you on the greasy side.

Hey.

Hey.

Well, he don't look like much.

He's not much.

He's just a funny boy. Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You funny, boy? Well, come on, make me laugh.

I don't want any trouble.

That's too bad, funny boy, because see, trouble be my middle name.

Trouble be his, uh,

his pseudonym.

Sit

down.

Well, well, well.

Abraham

Lincoln. We went

outside.

This guy's good.

Goddamn, man, ain't he cute?

Man, he's beautiful, man.

Throw a couple rear rings on his ears, bits of rouge on the cheeks-

... have all them little white boys chasing

after him.

I got no quarrel with you guys.

I'm s- I'm sure you don't. What's the matter, you lose your dress?

Come on, let's have it.

Yeah, let's go do. My brother's five years old,

he doesn't fall for this crap, you

know what I'm saying?