In Living Color (1990) s05e02 Episode Script

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- In living color You can do what you wanna do In living color - In living color- You can do what you wanna do In living color In living color You can walk on the moonFloat like a balloon You see, it's never too lateand it's never too soon - Take it from me, it's a'ight to be - Hi-yah! In living color And how would ya.
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How would you feel knowingprejudice was obsolete And all mankind dancedto the exact beat [Echoing.]
And at night it was safeto walk down the street You can do what you wanna do In living color In living color - You can do what you wan.
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- In living color - [Turntable Scratching.]
- In living color [Laughing.]
- [Hip Hop.]
- [Announcer.]
This is Dirty Dozens.
Now entering our studio.
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a video store clerkfrom Houston's Fifth Ward.
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Amfeny Clark.
A bicycle messengerfrom uptown New York.
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- T-Dog Jenkins.
- [Mouthing Words.]
And a housewifefrom Clearwater, Florida.
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- Katie Corell.
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And now the hostof Dirty Dozens.
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- Stu Dunfey.
!- [Audience Cheering.]
Oh, thank you so much.
Hello and welcome to The Dirty Dozens.
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where talkin' trash can get you cash.
So, if you listen, you'll hear some dissin'.
[Laughing.]
All righty.
Let's look at our categories.
Your Mama's So Stupid.
Your Mama's So Fat.
Your Mama's So Old.
And Pot luck.
T-Dog, start us off.
I'll take Your Mama's So Stupid, uh, for a hundred, Stu.
All righty.
Your mama's so stupid.
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Your mama's so stupid, she jumped out the window, and the ho went up.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- Yes.
T-Dog gets a hundred.
So let's reveal the first piece of tonight's mystery dis.
Care to take a guess, T-Dog? Uh, your mama's so fat, uh, they had to baptize her at Sea World? - [Buzzer.]
- [Stu.]
Hoo, hoo, hoo.
Nice dis, but no.
You still have control of the board, T-Dog.
I think I will stick with Stupid, Stu.
And Stupid you get.
Your mama's so stupid.
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Uh, yeah.
Your mama's so stupid, it takes her two hours to watch 60 Minutes.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- Correct.
Amfeny in the house with 200.
- Amfeny, what'll it be? - Stupid for 300.
Okay.
Your mama's so stupid.
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Your mother's so stupid, she scored below average on a recent I.
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Test.
- [Buzzer.]
- Ooh.
No.
I'm sorry.
Anybody? Yeah.
Your mama's so stupid.
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she asked for a price check at the 99-cent store.
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- Yes.
Now, that's one stupid mama.
Amfeny controls the board.
Uh, Stu, I'll take Pot Luck for 100.
Wild card category.
Let's get the 411.
Your Mama's So Short.
Your mama's so short, she poses for trophies.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- [Stu Whoops.]
Casting aspersions on your mama.
What's next, T-Dog? I will stick with Pot Luck, for 200, Stu.
And this one is.
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Your Mama's So Stank.
Your mama's so stank, she's really unpleasant to be around.
- [Buzzer.]
- No.
Up for grabs.
Your mama's so ugly, when she sits in the sand, the cat tries to bury her.
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- Oh.
Judges? - [Buzzer.]
- No.
I'm sorry.
We can't accept that.
The category was Mama's So Stank.
Not Mama's So Ugly.
Stank.
But you still have control of the board, Amfeny.
Yeah, uh, let's go to Fat for a hundred.
Okay.
Your mama's so fat.
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Your mama's so fat, she sat on a quarter.
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and squeezed a booger out of George Washington's nose.
[Bell Chimes.]
[Audience Cheering.]
[Sighs.]
Whoot.
There it is.
I think I will stick with Your Mama's So Fat, for 200, Stu.
All righty.
Your mama's so fat.
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Uh, yeah.
Your mama's so fat, when she sits around the house.
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I mean she really sits around the house.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- I'm down with that.
Pick again.
Uh, let's go to Pot Luck for 300.
Last in the category.
Your Mama's So Nasty.
Your mama's so nasty, the punk bitch.
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only changes her stanky, funky drawers.
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every 10,000 miles.
[Audience Whooping, Cheering.]
Word to your mama.
Looks like Katie's down with O.
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And it looks like you're on the board with 300.
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- Katie.
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Oh, but look at that.
We're out of time.
Hey, we'll have to reveal the missing pieces and have a look at the mystery dis.
The category is.
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Mama's So Fat.
- T-Dog.
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Your mama's buttis so big.
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it looks like two pigs fightin' over a Milk Dud.
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- Correct.
! And that gives T-Dog the game.
! So come on over for the lightning round.
Oh! Nicely done, sir.
Let's meet.
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Let's meet.
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your challenger.
The reigning four-time Dirty Dozens champion.
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and my main man.
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ScottyJ.
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- [Audience Cheering, Whooping.]
Ah, the Terminator in the house.
You both know the rules.
This is the lightning round.
Dozens from any category are accepted.
The first man to flinch is eliminated.
All right.
On your marks.
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and go.
Your mama gums is so black, she spits Yoo-Hoo.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- Ouch.
Your mother's teeth so rotten, when she smile, it look like she got a mouthful of dice.
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- Fresh.
Your mother's so old, when God said, "Let there be light".
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- she hit the switch.
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T-Dog.
Dope.
Like, your mother's so fat, she eats biscuits like Tic Tacs.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- Fresh.
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Come on.
- Your mama so black, the police shot at her.
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and the bullets came back for flashlights.
- [Bell Chimes.]
- [Mutters.]
- What's up? - Your mother got a mouth in the back of her neck.
- The witch chew like this.
- Back to you.
Your mama got a leg right here, right here, right here, right there.
- The witch walk like this.
- Proper.
Your mama's so ugly.
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Your mama ugly! Mama so ugly, when a person come up to her with a cat.
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[Imitating Screeching, Hissing.]
- And that ain't the cat.
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- Fresh.
- Come on! Come on! Come on! Your mama got a ear right here.
She talkin' about.
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- I don't wanna hear it.
I don't wanna hear it.
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- To you.
- What's up? - [Buzzer.]
- [Hip Hop.]
- Wow.
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Folks.
Folks.
There you have it.
T-Dog is our champion.
Join us tomorrow for another edition of The Dirty Dozens.
Good night, everybody.
[Announcer.]
Some contestantson The Dirty Dozens will receive.
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Dry Notion antiperspirant.
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made for a man,but strong enough for your mama.
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- [Man Rapping.]
[Fades Out.]
I hate goin' to the beach.
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'cause I'm flatter than a Michael Bolton high note.
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I used to hate it, too, before I discovered these.
Okay, sun, do your thing.
[Sizzling.]
Laurie, you got breast implants? You know how dangerous those are? Oh, calm down, Serena.
They're Ball Park breast implants.
- Ball Park breast implants? - Yeah.
They plump when you cook 'em.
Just apply heat, and out they pop.
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tender, perky, juicy.
And they're great between a bun.
See? Yeah, but are they safe? Is a hot dog safe? There's nothing to worry about.
Ball Park breast implants are made of 100% natural animal lips.
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tongues, ears and entrails.
[Laughs.]
Exactly what hot dogs are made out of.
Yeah, but what if you want to, you know, take them out? Oh, Serena, that's easy.
All you gotta do is eat them.
Just make sure you heat them thoroughly.
- Ah! - [Sizzling.]
- Oh! - They're still plumping.
This is amazing.
Maybe I should get Ball Park implants too.
Well, it's about time you moved up from the minors.
[Both Laughing.]
Hey, ladies.
Got some mustard for these buns? Ooh! Now that I've got a Ball Park butt enhancer.
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I can hang with the homeboys anytime.
Hey, Arsenio! Hooh! Hooh! Hooh! - Better move on.
You are blockin' my sun.
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[Announcer.]
Ball Park breast implantsand Ball Park butt enhancer.
Available in chicken, turkeyand new "lite"varieties.
They plump when you cook 'em.
[Olympic Fanfare.]
[Man.]
Welcome to the final roundof the 12th annual.
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African-American Revival Competition.
Hello.
I'm Harv Firestone, and I'm here with a man who has no trouble being heard.
Of course, I'm talking about commentatorJohn "Super Bowl" Madden.
Thank you, Harv.
Tonight, in addition to some exciting performances.
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we're gonna get some of that real good peach cobbler.
Sister Sadie's gonna be sellin' it downstairs in the locker room right afterwards.
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So let's move on, shall we? It looks likeourjudges are in place.
Let's go to the competition.
[Madden.]
Our first competitor is a memberof that Greater Mount Olive Adult Choir.
That's a real good bunch there.
And when youhear "revival,"you just think of one name.
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Rosetta McKee.
- [Organ: Gospel.]
[Firestone.]
How right you are.
It's always good to see Ms.
Rosetta again.
I'm a very good friend ofher husband's.
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a greatjai alai player.
A two-time gold medalist,she certainly is a favorite here.
My Lord! [Gasps.]
My Lord! [Gasps.]
My Lord! [Gasps.]
Oh, mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Ohh! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! [Vocalizing.]
Oh, mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Well, that's incredible.
That's just smash-mouth.
That's flat out.
She brought the whole load there.
She goes into what they call the "Stompin' Saint Shuffle.
" But that vibratin' might cost.
Let's take a look at the instant replay.
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Boom! She nails the triple "My Lord".
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but then she starts runnin'into a little interference right here.
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with the double-reverse"Mercy, Mercy.
" - Right, Harv.
- Stop it right there.
Now, you see that? She is clearly cabbage patching.
Definite violation.
That's right.
Let's see if the judges are gonna be merciful.
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!- Tough break for Sister Rosetta.
Next up is a deaconessfrom Louisville, Kentucky.
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Mrs.
Darline Whittiker.
Now, to me, Darline has always beenthe real class of the competition.
- A well-known agnostic.
- Ho! Ho! Ho! - [Continues, Indistinct.]
- Glory! Glory! Glory! Hi! Batter, batter, batter, batter, batter! - Diggety-dig! Diggety-dig! - [Firestone.]
I don't believe it.
! She's talkin'in tongues,and she's down.
! Ladies and gentlemen, amazing.
Look at.
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- Oh, and she's back up.
! Woo woo woo! Nyuk, nyuk! Down again.
They're gonnahave to give her an eight count.
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That's right.
- Let's see what the judges say.
A 10, a 9.
5.
Another 10.
That gives her a 9.
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Now here's the reigning champion.
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Ms.
Sarah Mae Brown.
I tell you,Sarah's such a joy to be around.
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'cause she's so down to earth.
She's like a "'round the way"banshee girl.
- She used to spar with Mike Tyson.
- [Shouts.]
And is biologically a man.
A lot of people don't know that.
Two-time Golden Glove winner.
This is her fourth consecutive appearanceat the Shouting Olympics.
- She's just ready to go.
Let's watch the action.
- [Gargling.]
As you see, the spit bucketfrom her years in the ring.
In the old days, she would've spitright on the floor, but times have changed.
- She's off and running.
- Speaking of running, shejust left the auditorium.
- Here she comes.
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- I think she's gonna pull it off.
- Oh, that's beautiful.
Praise him! Praise the Lord! - Yes, O Mighty! - Oh, she's not done yet.
- Mighty! Mighty! Mighty! Mighty! - Sarah said that her competitionbetter be here today.
There she goeswith the soft shoe.
A lot of people don't knowshe was in the chorus.
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of the original production ofThe Wiz.
[Cheering.]
[Shouting.]
- Now, Lord! - [Bursting.]
Ms.
Sarah Mae Brown, folks.
Ms.
Sarah Mae Brown brings it on home.
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with a spectacular "Gone to Glory" gainer.
And, you know, John, the only thing wrong.
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with doing a wonderful routine like this is you can only do it once.
Right you are, Harv.
This is has been incredible.
She had the Holy Spirit shootin' out of her ears.
The fire, the brimstone.
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boom, bang.
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flyin' all over the place.
This is the best thing I've seen since David met Goliath.
There you have it, folks.
This is Harv Firestone with John Madden saying.
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stay tuned for Heavyweight Collection Plate Lifting and Synchronized Baptisms.
- Good night and happy to you.
- [Chattering.]
Oh, my God.
This must have been one hell of a fire.
Man, I can't tell if those are his lungs or beef jerky.
- [Monitor: Steady Beeping.]
- We've lost him.
Time of death: 4:16 p.
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Nurse, call the coroner.
- [Nurse Gasps.]
- Don't touch that dial, Mary Tyler Morgue.
- It's a zombie! - [Screams.]
Not quite, son, but I do appreciate the Haitian culture.
I am Fire Marshal Bill Burns, and nobody likes a quitter.
- Scalpel.
- Scalpel.
- [Shouts.]
- [Screams.]
- [Flesh Tearing.]
- [Grunts.]
Happy entrails to you [Yelping.]
- Rib spreader.
- Rib spreader.
- Oh! - [Grunting.]
- Ah.
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Oh! So that's where my TV clicker went.
- Staple gun! - Staple gun! [Grunting.]
- Band-Aid with colorful Flintstone characters.
- Band-Aid.
Voilà.
Thanksgiving atJeffrey Dahmer's house.
[Laughing.]
Boy, this hospital is an accident waiting to happen.
Let me show ya somethin'! What the hell are you talkin' about? Say you've got Ben Vereen on the table.
He's been on the highway playing Chicken George with a Winnebago.
You're trying to put the puzzle back together again.
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when somebody says, " Hey, look.
There's Whoopi Goldberg with a black guy.
" You spin around to get a gander.
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when you accidentally knock open the valve on this gas.
- Like so.
- [Gas Hissing.]
Next thing you know, you're Dennis Hopper from Blue Velvet.
[Inhaling Deeply.]
Don't look at me.
Don't you look at me! You're groovy.
You're happenin'.
You're outta sight, daddy-o.
You are stardust.
You are golden.
Then the telephone rings, and you accidentally answer the heart zapper instead.
- Boy, this new Sprint line is really.
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clear! - [Electric Shock.]
This is your brain on drugs.
Any questions? Now, just for the sake of argument.
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Let's just say.
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a barracuda has been snackin' on your patient's leg.
[Chomping.]
This is no boating accident.
This leg is more messed up than a child actor on Diff'rent Strokes.
[Laughing.]
What time is it? Amputation time! You put your leg up here to get a little leverage.
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when some wacky resident decides to playJedi knight with a surgical laser.
- [Buzzing.]
- Look out.
I knows a secret Hey, fella.
Watch it.
You can take somebody's eye out with that thing.
[Screaming.]
Oh, yeah! You reach in for the guy's leg like Ray Charles lookin' for the Uh-Huh Girls.
Next thing you know.
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- Oh! - I think I just hit marrow.
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There we go.
[Sighs.]
Boy, they're right.
It does feel like it's still there.
[Laughs.]
Oh, my God.
Get a trauma unit in here.
Don't cry for me Ike and Tina It's you who is in grave danger Let me show ya, show ya somethin' show ya somethin' Let me show ya show ya some-om-thin' Now.
Let's say you've got a patient.
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whose bowels haven't moved since MichaelJackson had lips.
So you just prescribe him a little enema.
[Yelps.]
Sir, enemas, though the subject of tasteless humor, are perfectly safe.
Not if you accidentally replace the warm, soapy liquid with highly volatile.
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[Chortling.]
Nitroglycerin.
- Why would I do that? - Maybe you're all out of Snapple, son.
Oh, Nurse.
- Would you pull my finger? - No! - No! Okay.
Now a scene from Backdraft.
[Explosion.]
[Sirens Wailing.]
My children were born in that hospital.
The desperate cries of the sick and injured will now go unanswered.
Oh, well.
I guess I'm just a splash in the pan.
[Laughing.]
Let me show ya, show ya somethin' show ya somethin' Let me show ya show ya some-om-thin' - [Theme.]
- Hey, hey, hey! Yo! That's the way we go.
That's it for tonight.
Thanks for hangin'.
We'll see ya.
Peace! [Mouthing Words.]
[Continues.]