In Living Color (1990) s03e12 Episode Script

[Man.]
FOX television proudly presents.
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the world's very first condom commercialon network television.
Did you ever notice how I do all these routines? See, I do the routines about the little kids because I like kids.
But then they start to grow up and become teenagers.
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and I don't like them anymore because they're stupid.
They're just stupid.
See, my oldest son is stupid.
The other day, I was trying to get into the bathroom.
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and he tells me that he won't let me in because he's trying to go.
But every time he tries to go, it feels like his pudding pop is on fire.
Now.
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my boy's got back draft going out his boxer shorts.
You see.
And, see, it's all because he didn't use any protection! No protection, see? This is why I'm endorsing.
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the Cosby Condom.
See.
The Cosby Condom.
Okay.
See, that's why, see.
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And they come in a variety of colors.
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from the red strawberry to the lemon yellow.
They come in the green grape and the purple passion fruit, see.
And, see, there's even a special.
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See, if you get into the box, they give you a special one.
It's what I call the.
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"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Condom, see.
So that's why.
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See, when you're with your woman, see.
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and you start whispering, you know, sweet little nothings into the ear.
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and it's " farvy, farvies, far-fa-far-far.
" See, and now your tongue is going into the ear.
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then your wife, Camille's, eyes starts going up into the head.
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see, and she starts making those sounds like.
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[Gibberish.]
And then she starts making faces like, you know.
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[Gibberish.]
And then you feel safe in knowing that you won't get any funky diseases.
And you always will know you won't make any kids.
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that will grow up and become stupid! So before you dip your spoon into the pudding.
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make sure you're wearing a Cosby Condom! Thank you.
[Cosby Continues.]
Take it fromAmerica's most beloved father.
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I'd rather be single.
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- How you livin'? - What? - How you livin'? - What? - How you livin'? - In living color - You can do what you wanna do - In living color - Anything you want is up to you - In living color - You for me and me for you - In living color - You can be anything you wanna be - In living color - Let's take a trip and sip on a dream - Yeah - Glide with the guide on a funky scene - All right Here comes another one of thosefunky, funny mo'money shows A cast for laughsand talented roles And sisters with twistersfor you been lookin', listener It seems you don't believeso you can believe what I convince ya Some booty to your short and thoughtWe'll make it snappy With jokes and pokesat folks to keep you happy No need to holdyour remote control ChillThis show's got soul All aboard, all aboardThe train never troubles You'd better snuggle upcouple up - On the double-dub-double - Yeah It's hard to believebut some of the best things in life are free So, fellas, grab your girlTell her that you love her 'Cause that's the way you're livin'when you're livin'in living color Go, go, go, gogo, go, go, go Go, go, go, gogo, go, go, go Go, go, go, gogo, go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go, go [Man.]
Friday, see allyour favorite stand-up stereotypes.
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on H.
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's Tired Comedy Nite.
Meet the insecure girl.
Between Colonel Sanders and the Häagen-Dazs, you know.
[Audience Laughing.]
I mean, you ever heardof thunder thighs? I mean, l.
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I got sonic boom thighs.
[Laughing, Cheering.]
My biological clock is ticking so loud.
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I went out to dinner last night.
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and they had to call in the bomb squad.
[Man.]
Or get crazywith the old guy.
The whole world is crazy, man! Man, women today.
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women today are crazy, man! My wife.
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Y'all don't know my wife.
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'cause my wife is crazy, man! You ever eat cheese doodles? Cheese doodles are crazy! [Man.]
Or how aboutthe insights of Mr.
Stereotype.
! But you ever check out, like, white people, man, when they're like just typing? Like, doing the typewriter just.
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But, listen, brothers be typing.
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They be typing with their elbows.
They all.
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Or you ever check out, like, surgeons? Like, white surgeons.
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when they're, like, doing surgery, they're like.
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"Pass me the scalpel, please.
" But let it be some brothers, right? They'd be like, " Yo, homegirl, pass me the scalpel.
I'm 'bout to cut up some ribs!" [Laughs.]
All y'all, check out.
No, hold it.
Hold it.
Hold yourself, though.
Hold yourself.
Hold.
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No, see,hold up.
Hold up.
White presidents, they go fishing and talking about.
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"a thousand points of light," you know what I'm saying? But let it be a black president, Jack.
See, we be eating the fish, right, talking about.
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"Who didn't pay the light bill?" [Man.]
And who'd want to missthe stupid prop guy? I'll be back.
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Black ball, white ball.
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juggle fever! Okay, for my last piece.
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I would like to demonstrate that I am not only a brilliant stand-up comedian.
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I am also a very accomplished escape artist.
Okay! [Man.]
It's a laugh-o-ramayou won't want to miss.
! Sojoin us this Friday, live fromthe Wacky Doodles Nightclub.
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for H.
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's Tired Comedy Nite! Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Fulton Community Film Festival.
Our first film, My Arms Are Too ShortTo Slap You Upside Your Head.
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will begin in five minutes.
This is it, Mama! After everyone sees my film debut, I'm gonna be a big star.
And they're gonna make a Lil Magic doll.
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- with adjustable hair extensions.
- Uh, Lil Magic.
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We can move out of the projects and into a trailer park.
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and get a plastic pool and put it in the front yard.
- Lil Magic.
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- And you can get the fat sucked out of your butt.
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- so it don't look like a bean bag chair no more.
- Oh, hush up! - Sorry, Mama.
- Oh, that's my baby.
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but you know Mama can't think when you're doing all that talkin'! I know, Mama! Now look here.
You stay right here, Lil Magic.
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and don't let nobody come in this here room.
Don't worry, Mama, I won't.
Not even if the most famous producer comes to me and says.
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- " Hi! You're the most talented, littlest girl.
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- [Clattering.]
In the whole wide, humongous, 'bubblicious,' 'bufascious'.
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" - Hush up! - Sorry, Mama.
Hey, what are you doing over there? Hi! I'm Lil Magic, Miss Smile Brite, 1987! - See! - Please.
Sit down.
Hi! You gonna be a star, baby! [Lil Magic Clapping,Whistling.]
Hi! I'm the miracle worker.
You must be little Helen Keller, the blind and deaf girl.
You cannot see nor hear.
Come here.
Let me teach you sign language.
Oh, you such a pretty girl.
- And I'll bet you're talented too.
- I am! [Whispering.]
Now, Lil Magic.
How many times I done told you, baby.
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you can't talk, you blind.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mama.
S-Sorry.
Now, sit down.
I'm gonna teach you how to use a spoon.
[Whispering.]
Go and sit down, girl.
[Straining.]
No! [Whimpering.]
No! Maybe she might could use two.
Oh, my! A blind and deaf girl who can play the spoons.
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and sing and dance! [Singing.]
Go, Helen Keller.
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Swallow the cane, baby.
Swallow the cane, Lil Magic.
Wait.
You forgot to set it on fire.
Oh! Sorry, Mama.
- [Audience Booing.]
- That's it.
That was wonderful! Guess you were right, Mama.
I'm gonna be a big star! Oh, Mama knows, Lil Magic.
You know, they booed Todd Bridges and J.
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Walker.
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when they first started, and look where they at now.
Come on.
Let's go celebrate at the Fatburger.
- Can I have the whole hamburger this time? - Oh, hush up! You better put that down.
We are watching.
Come on, baby.
[Cheering.]
He's safe! Don't look so down, Son.
It wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was, Dad.
I played horrible the whole game.
I just wasn't myself.
It looks like your confidence is down.
Is there something on your mind? I don't know.
I just don't feel.
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- Fresh? - Well, yeah.
It's hard to concentrate when you're worried about masculine hygiene, isn't it? Yeah.
Well, what should I do about it? - Try these.
- Tes-T-Shields? They're protective linings you put in your cup.
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to give you more confidence.
[Man.]
Each Tes-T-Shieldis filled with tiny air tunnels.
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allowing cool air to circulatethroughout your cup.
At the same time, aroma sensorsrelease an exhilarating fragrance.
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helping youstay fresh all day.
Wow! Tes-T-Shields does all that? And more.
They even come with wings.
Wings? Well, what for? Lord knows.
But the important thing is, is they're comfortable.
How do you know so much about this? Son, do you smell that pine tar? [Sniffing.]
Yeah.
I'm wearing 'em right now.
Even at my age, I need a little more.
Wow.
I'll give these Tes-T-Shields a try.
[Cheering.]
He's out! Son, it looks like you got your confidence back.
- Thanks to you, Dad.
- No, thanks to Tes-T-Shields.
[Man.]
Tes-T-Shields from Playfree.
The manly way to stay fresh,confident and protected all day long.
Now available in three scents.
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pine tar, herbal and cowhide leather.
[Man.]
In the great traditionofblack characters in crossover films.
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Sidekick's back,and this time he's in 'Nam.
Are there real bullets in this thing? - Now! - [Whimpering.]
I can't take it, man.
Come on, man.
Show these bastards what you're made of! - Now! - You've got to be brave for me, man.
Remember? I'm the black guy.
- Oh, yeah, sorry.
- Now! Nobody does that to my friend! Oh, my God.
Was I hit? I greased him, man.
Come on.
Let's get out of here! Hey, thanks, partner.
You're the best.
I'm nothing without you, man.
- Stay behind me.
- Sure thing.
[Radio.]
Hold it.
Great.
The Temps, man.
We used to groove to this back home.
Damn.
We almost ran into a booby trap.
Yeah.
Charlie.
We're gonna have to go over it.
[Continues, Faint.]
[Creaking.]
[Projectile Swooshing.]
Okay, this way.
Uh, yeah.
Right.
It's an ambush.
Get down.
! Oh, no! Blood! I've been hit in my pinky! Owee.
Owee! I don't wanna die.
I gotta see my mama again.
Come on, pal.
It's just a nick.
I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel my legs.
- Come on.
Hang on, buddy.
Hang on.
- I can't, man! - I have to die.
- Why? Why? So you can go crazy and get revenge on Charlie.
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by winning the battle single-handedly.
Oh, yeah.
[Groans.]
No! [Man.]
Sidekick gives a whole newmeaning tojungle fever in.
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Sidekick in 'Nam! Coming from FOX.
[Man Rapping.]
- [Woman Singing.]
- [Rapping Continues.]
[Ends.]
Hey, man, I don't know about this blind date thing, man.
Oh, man, don't bail out on me now, man.
It's gonna be all right.
I promise you.
Tonight will be a night you will never forget.
- Girl, how do I look? - I told you, Wanda, you look fine.
Oh, you don't think this dress is too tight, do you? - No, girl, you look perfect.
- Okay, then.
Okay, then.
Come on.
There they are.
Put the compact away.
Girl, I hope he ain't ugly 'cause I can't stand no ugly man.
No, no, no.
He's cute.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
No, she.
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No, she didn't.
She done try to have my dress on.
She just.
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And ugly.
Wanda, that's not nice.
That's not right.
If she ugly, she just ugly.
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts.
- Who you lookin' at? - Come on.
- Damn! - Hey! Wait, wait! Whoa! Whoa! Wait up! Wait up, now! - This is Carl.
- This is Wanda.
- Carl.
- Wanda.
Oh.
Oh! I'm.
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I'm sorry.
- He is cute, girl.
- I told you.
Calm down.
You're so stiff! Well, you gonna pull my chair out for me? You're crazy.
Ooh! My throat is dry.
Ooh, can we get somethin' to drink or somethin'? - Bartender, give me some water.
- Water? Uh, so this is really nice.
Um, Wanda.
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Tammy tells me that you went to Poly "U"? Oh, oh, yeah.
That's right.
For real, though.
I was studying in communications.
But, uh, I'm tryin' to go into modeling.
Interesting.
That's interesting, see, 'cause Carl here.
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- he's a photographer.
- Oh, for real though? For real? Well, you could take some pictures of me 'cause, see.
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my mama always said that I was real "photogentical.
" And, see, I wanna take some of those sexy pictures.
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- you know, in them "lingeray" draws.
- [Retches.]
- You know, "lingeray.
" - Uh, uh, look.
I gotta go to the bathroom.
- Gimme your keys, man! - Man, you ain't goin' nowhere, Carl.
You owe me.
Man, the girl looks like a damn jackal! Look, don't start with me, man.
You remember Bethesda Willis? She looked like Earnie Shavers, man.
I was poppin' blackheads all night.
- Man, you gonna hold that to me right now? - Yes! Just stay here till I give you the signal.
- Chill, man.
- Is somethin' wrong? Uh, no, baby, but.
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[Whispering.]
I thought you said your friend was cute.
Well, I think she is cute.
And, uh, besides, it's not what's on the outside.
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it's what's on the inside that counts.
Well, somebody should flip her ugly ass inside out.
What did he say? I know you not trippin'.
- No, no.
He said.
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He said.
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- I know he is not trippin'.
He said maybe y'all should get out on the dance floor and turn this mamma jamma out.
- Right.
- I heard you all.
Let's go dance.
- Come on.
- I don't like the deejay.
Well, why don't you guys just talk? You know, get to know each other.
- I bet you have a lot in common.
- For real.
For real though.
Now, look here, my little chocolate angel.
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how might a brother like myself get all up on this frame of yours? Well, just keep sayin' the right thing.
- Open sesame.
- [Laughs.]
Uh, do you like alligators? - I hate 'em.
- Oh, I don't like 'em either.
They skin so rough.
Thank you.
Don't be tryin' to talk to me! He tried to talk to me.
He tryin' to talk to me.
You see him? Better be glad this ain't no liquor 'cause come 12:00.
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I turn into a wolf.
Must be a quarter to 1:00.
You so crazy! He's so crazy.
That's.
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I liked at you when I first "seened" you.
You my type.
You crazy.
Look, uh, I gotta go get some ChapStick, man.
Oh, no.
That's okay.
Uh-uh.
I got some Vaseline.
You gotta.
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You gotta work around the sides and stuff.
Look, l.
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I gotta go get some cigarettes, y'all.
- I gotta go get some cigarettes.
- Oh, that's okay.
I got cigarettes too.
You ain't got to go nowhere.
- Uh, gotta get some matches.
- Oh, you so silly.
You know if I got cigarettes, I got matches.
- Uh, I need gas for my car.
- What you need? Unleaded or supreme? You ain't got to go nowhere.
I got you.
I have you.
You mine.
Hey.
Word up.
Hey! It's gettin' kind of ugly.
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Uh, it's gettin' late.
- Uh, so, Carl.
Man, I gotta get out.
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- The night's just startin'.
- Hey, man, you in my ass! - Hey, man.
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What's wrong with him? Is your friend on crack? No, he's been dieting, you know.
[Clears Throat.]
[Clears Throat.]
I'm ready to go.
Look, Wanda, we'll leave in a few minutes, all right? I said, I am ready to go.
- I'm gonna call you a cab.
- You ain't got to call me no cab.
We came together, we'll leave together.
What you talking about? See, y-you tryin' to trick somebody.
You tryin' to trick somebody.
But I know all y'all wanna do is get her stuff.
- Wanda.
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- Wait, wait.
You don't know anything about me.
Look, I ain't got to know nothin' about you! Okay? I ain't got to know nothin' about you.
All right? Do I have to know somethin' about you? - No, ma'am.
- Let's go, girl.
Let's go.
- Um, you see her.
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- Girl, he ain't no good.
Let's go.
- I'm sorry.
- Girl, he ain't no good.
Let's just go.
Here my number.
Call me.
I'll rock your world.
I think it was, um, Andy Warhol that said.
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"Everyone gets So, I'm about to give somebody 15 seconds.
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- It was 15 seconds right? - [Kim.]
Yeah, 15.
Wait.
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- [Kelly.]
Fifteen minutes.
- Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes? Well, I'm giving somebody 15 seconds.
Angie.
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It's your 15.
Say good night.
Thanks for joining us, everybody.
Good night.