Darktown Strutters

Syreena:
Maid's day off?

Mellow:
Come on sister Syreena, we're all alone, you don't have to come off like that. Your sisters aren't here. [Syreena smacks him] Good thing they call me Mellow.

Syreena:
Strut off!

Mellow:
How would you like the time of your life with everything on it?

Syreena:
I'll let you know.

Syreena:
If you ever try to rape me again, I'm gonna break everything that hangs, dangles or swings!

Syreena:
What are you into these days?

Flash:
I thought you'd never ask. I'll show you. [breaks through the door]

Syreena:
Kung fu?

Flash:
Mayhem!

Syreena:
Still breaking through doors.

Syreena:
Any word from Mom?

Flash:
No, not yet.

Syreena:
How long's it been?

Flash:
Well, I bit the neighbor's dog on June 23rd.

Syreena:
Got your letter.

Flash:
Ain't that a b*tch? Mama went to work one day and just disappeared, never came back.

Syreena:
Well where's she work?

Flash:
Cross foundation. I filed a missing person report, but the police arrested me for filing a false report, and they couldn't find her.

Mellow:
Once around the police station, how 'bout that?

Syreena:
What's the bet?

Mellow:
My ass.

Syreena:
What if I win?

Mellow:
Your ass. How can you lose?

Syreena:
I'll come up with something.

Syreena:
[doing a wheelie on her motorcycle] Hi-ho Silver, away!

Syreena:
I saw them out there!

Carmen:
The Klan?

Miranda:
Then it's true, they're riding again!

Raunchy:
Hey V.D., what you dropping, man?

V.D.:
Penicillin baby, I gotta get clean.

Syreena:
[sees the inspector in a red dress putting on black face] Pardon me.

Inspector Fallow:
Hold that. Everybody uptight because of a little getup.

Syreena:
It's not the getup, Inspector, but I *was* expecting a straight.

Inspector Fallow:
Don't be too sure I'm not. There's a white female rapist on the loose, and she preys on black male faggots.

Syreena:
Well that outfit ought to drive her crazy.

Inspector Fallow:
Mm-hmm, I sure hope so. [feminine voice] I certainly hope so.

Inspector Fallow:
Alright, what is it you want?

Syreena:
I want to know why you haven't found my mother.

Inspector Fallow:
Ah! Another missing person. What's her name?

Syreena:
Cinderella.

Inspector Fallow:
Cinderella? [chuckles] You ain't the only one looking for her. Vice wants to talk to her about illegal operations.

Syreena:
She's a spy? Golly gee!

Inspector Fallow:
None of that street talk on me, huh? Anyway, Missing Persons is out of its head. Several prominent black males have been reported missing in the past two weeks.

Syreena:
And these 'prominent black males' are far more important than missing women?

Philo Rasberry:
Somebody's ripping off the cream of the ghetto, I've got to be careful myself because I live inside too.

Syreena:
You could be next.

Philo Rasberry:
You really think so?

Syreena:
Sure, baby, but it's like rape, you got to ASK for it.

Bo:
This is Mrs. Parasol.

Mrs. Parasol:
Mrs. Charles Parasol.

Syreena:
Hi, Charles!

Mrs. Parasol:
What is that outfit?

Syreena:
I don't know! I saw Miss Julie Eisenhower wearing one on television.

Mrs. Parasol:
[about a can opener] I'll take that.

Syreena:
I'll wrap it. [rips Mrs. Parasol's skirt]

Mrs. Parasol:
Oh! This is outrageous!

Syreena:
Thanks! It's nice to be appreciated!

Syreena:
[spitting wine in Philo Raspberry's face] Sh*t. That is the worst sh*t I have ever drank. What year is that? Do you get that from the toilet? No wonder it's private stock. Philo, you don't have to worry about getting kidnapped; not with taste like that! [slaps him in the face]

Six Bits:
What do you want, huh?

Syreena:
Who's paying the bills at the runaway house?

Six Bits:
Now why're you asking me that? I'm just the numbers man. Now you want to get something down?

[Flash shoves him to Mellow]

Syreena:
Yeah, yeah, we gonna get you down and stomped on.

Six Bits:
Now look, it's even money they got some kind of politician's money or something, why?

Mellow:
Shut up!

[shoves Six Bits towards Flash]

Six Bits:
Hey man! She's gonna kill me if I don't talk, and you gonna kill me if I do! Just show me how I get out of here!

[Syreena hits his foot with a wrench, Flash hits him in the back of the head]

Syreena:
Once more!

Six Bits:
The Cross Foundation! They put money into it!

Flash:
How come they ain't kidnapped you, Six Bits? You big time.

Six Bits:
How come they ain't kidnapped you?

Flash:
Oh I'm deferred.

Syreena:
Listen, my MAMA's been kidnapped.

Six Bits:
3 to 1 you'll never see her again.

Cinderella:
Syreena? Remember when you were a little girl and you asked me why men get to keep their names when they got married, and women didn't?

Syreena:
Oh yes!

Cinderella:
You remember what I said?

Syreena:
No.

Cinderella:
I don't either, and it's bothering me.

Syreena:
Lixie!

Lixie:
Leave me ALONE!

Syreena:
I'm a friend! I'm Cinderella's daughter, Syreena!

Lixie:
Syreena? Yeah! She mentioned you! Did you find her yet?

Syreena:
No girl, but the trail leads to you.

Lixie:
They've been looking for me and I don't know why.

Syreena:
Who is?

Lixie:
I don't know.

Syreena:
Well tell me how you got mixed up with my mama. What was happening?

Lixie:
It's a loooooong story.

Syreena:
It's a looooong winter, girl.

Syreena:
I ought to burn this place down!

Cinderella:
Noooooooo! Lord no. Do you realize that Cross has nearly perfected an artificial womb? That could be the answer to all our problems. Transplant unwanted births.

Cinderella:
Alright! Kick their asses one more time, but let's do it right!

Flash:
[rushes out the house with phone in hand] WHERE YOU BEEN? I've been calling all over for you!

Syreena:
It's the Klan!

Flash:
The Klan? I'll give emergency a buzz. [Syreena rides off, on phone] Emergency? Dear Abbey? Dear Abbey, I've got a problem!

Syreena:
They are making whites black! I've found Cinderella. We're gonna need all the HELP we can get! GET ON!

Syreena:
[riding by on her motorcycle] The Klan is coming! The Klan is coming! The Klan is coming!

Six Bits:
Cash me in! [tosses money and runs after her]

Syreena:
[passes Stuff and Lixie] Follow me!

Lixie:
We're with you, sista!

Cinderella:
[to Syreena] Cross got you too. I've been watching that man for years. I knew he was too much the black people's friend. He just kept getting richer and we just kept getting poorer. The runaway mother scam led me down to the Cross Foundation. I got down there and went to peeking around, that man hates black people, all you gotta do is just look at him.

Syreena:
I need to get me a shotgun and rip...

Cinderella:
Child come here. Come here honey. Ain't you learned NOTHING from all them hippie children that got their heads beat in?

Syreena:
Yeah, I learned that you beat them before they beat you, Mama, that's what I learned.

Cinderella:
You're gonna go on forever fighting like that, you ain't NEVER gonna win. The enemy's in our heads.