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: Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother was black! Marcus
: Your mother's mother's mother, f*** - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess. If you were any less black, you would be clear.
: If you were any less black, you'd be clear.
: He's a good guy. Marcus
: Oh, he's the good drug dealer.
: Are you happy now? Is your British ass happy?
: And whack! It hits her in the eye. And her contact? It's, like, stuck on the end of my dick!
[Tiny waits for a reaction, but his friends are unimpressed. Only Marcus, in the front passenger seat, turns his head, alertly, like a lion smelling prey
: Yo, her contact was stuck on the end of my dick, yo! Marcus
: Was it hard or was it soft? Tiny
: What, my dick? Singh
: The contact lens! Marcus
: Do you remember if it was a colored lens? That she used to have two blue eyes, and now she had one blue and one brown? Tiny
: [Still elated from telling his story
] Hey, what the fuck does that matter? Marcus
: [Marcus turns to look at Tiny over the headrest of the front passenger seat, and stares him straight in the eye
] It matters because it happened to ME. That was my story. I told that story a year ago, man! Tiny
: Aw, no. Marcus
: The difference is that I knew those small but important details. That and, and my story was true. Tiny
[Embarrassed, he looks out the window, away from Marcus
: Whatever. Marcus
: Whatever? Tiny
: Whatever! Marcus
: What do you mean, whatever? Tiny
: Why don't you pull your stinky-dinky out of my ass? I'm just trying to make conversation. Fuck! Come on, why don't you give a nigger a break? Marcus
: [Marcus turns around in the car seat again
] "Nigger"? What nigger?
[touches his own chest
: THIS nigger? Tiny
: Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother were black! Marcus
: Your mother's mother's mother, fuck - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess.
: If you were any less black, you would be clear. Tiny
: That bitch was black as night! Singh
: Okay! Stop! Truce! Tiny
: But I see black. Because I know I am. Color's a state of mind, Marcus! Marcus
: You know what, you right. Thank you, Rhythm Nation.
[And the laughter and insults continue...
: I'm not a bathroom attendant!
: Get away from me! You're bad luck!