Precious (II) (2009)
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [Crying hysterically] Nobody loves me!
Ms. Rain: People do love you, Precious.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Please don't lie to me, Ms. Rain! Love ain't done nothing for me... but beat me... rape me... call me an animal! Make me feel worthless! Make me sick!
Ms. Rain: [Tears begin falling from her eyes] That wasn't love, Precious. Your baby loves you. *I* love you!
Mary: [to Precious] Oh, so you're going to stand up there and look down at me like you're a woman? You don't know what real women do! Real women sacrifice!
[Throws glass at Precious, which shatters at her feet]
Mary: Now, laugh at that, fat bitch.
Mrs. Weiss: Let's talk about the abuse in your household. You know what I'm talking about.
Mary: [Tearfully] You sit there and you judge me, and you write them notes on your notepad, because you think you know who I am!
Mrs. Weiss: You know, let's talk about your father. Tell me about your relationship with him.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I don't know much more than you do, Mrs. White.
Mrs. Weiss: That's Mrs. "Weiss." Talk to me about the little you do know about your father. It is important, whether you know it or not.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: He give me his baby and my one before it, but I don't never see him...
Mrs. Weiss: Wait, what did you say he gave you?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Nothing.
Mrs. Weiss: Wait, Clareece, you just said your father gave you something...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Nothing.
Mrs. Weiss: No, I HEARD you just say...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: You didn't hear shit.
Mrs. Weiss: I heard you just say your father...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: You didn't hear shit like it!
Mrs. Weiss: I don't care, honey! I need to know this!
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [Overlapping with Mrs. Weiss' voice] I didn't say nothing like it! Let's move ON!
Mrs. Weiss: I need this to HELP you...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [Angrily] Bitch, can we change the subject?
Mrs. Weiss: [tossing her file aside] Okay. Well, I'll see you next time then. Or maybe you'll see someone else. But you're going to have to talk to someone if you want your check, sweetie.
[Long pause, whilst Clareece considers this]
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I see vampires too...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: You don't even like me.
Mrs. Weiss: Have we not been in this room together for like, a year discussing your life?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Does that mean we like each other because we discussing my life?
Mrs. Weiss: [Smiling] Well, I can't speak for you. I can only speak for me, and I like you. I do.
Mrs. Weiss: [Angrily] You just sat there, shut up, and let him abuse your daughter.
Mary: [Hysterically in tears] I did not want him to abuse my daughter! I did not want him to hurt her! I didn't want him to do nothing to her!
Mrs. Weiss: [Overlapping with Mary's voice] But you ALLOWED him to hurt her! You did!
Mary: But, those... those things she told you I did to her? Who... who... who else was going to love me? WHO else was going to touch me? WHO else was going to make me feel good about myself?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [of Ms. Rain and her friend] They talk like TV channels I don't watch... I'm glad Abdul here to listen in, though, 'cause I know they're smart.
Joann: Hi, I'm Joann, my favorite color is fluorescent beige. I'm already in the music business, shoot, I'm just here to get my GED!
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Some folks has a lot of things around them that shines for other peoples. I think that maybe some of them was in tunnels. And in that tunnel, the only light they had, was inside of them. And then long after they escape that tunnel, they sitll be shining for everybody else.
Mrs. Lichtenstein: [In the principal's office] Hello, Clareese. Are you pregnant?
[Clareese looks away]
Mrs. Lichtenstein: You're 16; you're still in Junior High School; and you're pregnant with your second child. Is that correct?
Mrs. Lichtenstein: Are you pregnant, again?
[Mrs. Lichtenstein huffs, exacerbated]
Mrs. Lichtenstein: What happened Clareese?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I had sex, Mrs. Lichtenstein.
Mrs. Lichtenstein: Do you have any other thoughts about your situation, Clareese?
Mrs. Lichtenstein: Clareese?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Am I in trouble?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Thank you, but I have to get back to math.
[She gathers her things to leave]
Mrs. Lichtenstein: Sit down, Clareese. Sit down right now!
[Clareese sits back down]
Mrs. Lichtenstein: We should have a parent-teacher conference with you, me and your mother.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: My mother's busy.
Mrs. Lichtenstein: Alright. How about if I come to your house?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: If I were you, I wouldn't.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [Taking an assessment test] There's always something wrong with these tests. These tests paint a picture of me with no brain. These tests paint a picture of me and my mother, my whole family as less than dumb. Just ugly black grease, need to be wiped away, find a job for.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Sometimes I wish I was dead. I'll be okay, I guess, 'cause I'm lookin' up. Lookin' for something to fall,
[chuckles to herself]
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: a desk, a couch, tv... my mom, maybe.
Tootsie: You got a nasty-ass mouth.
Joann: [laughs] You got a nasty-ass hat.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I'm gonna break through or somebody gonna break through to me.
[remembering a previous visit from the social worker]
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: Social worker here.
Mary: Why din't you tell me that bitch was comin' so fuckin' early? My fucking wi...
[motions to Precious]
Mary: Come get my wig!
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [to her mother] You know to this day, I never even knew who you was, not even after all them things you did. Maybe I was too stupid. Maybe I just didn't want to. You ain't gonna see me no more.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: The other day, I cried. But you know what? Fuck that day. That's why God, or whoever, makes other days.
Mary: Precious! PRECIOUS! PRECIOUS! Get down here, bitch! You brought that white bitch up in my house? You wrong to bring that bitch up in here!
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I ain't bring her in here.
Mary: Well, why the fuck did she ring my buzzer? I can't here you, Precious. Since you got so much mothafuckin' mouth and you gon' bring a bitch up in my house... why did that bitch ring my goddamn buzzer?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: I ain't tell her to come here!
Mary: See, I think right now you think you becomin' a grown woman. 'Cause that shit you pulled in the kitchen... I shoulda fucked you up. But I let you walk away. And I let you get yourself together. But, bitch, I'mma let you know, don't you ever pull that shit again. That'll be your last mothafuckin' day stayin here. I promise you that. You gon' send a white bitch to my mothafuckin' buzzer? Talkin' 'bout some higher education? You're a dummy, bitch! You will never know shit! Don't nobody want you, don't nobody need you! You done fucked around and fucked my mothafuckin' man? And had two mothafuckin' children? And one of 'ems a goddamn animal, runnin' 'round lookin' crazy as a mothafucka? Bitch, you know what? See, I think you... I think you tryin' me. I think you tryin' to fuck with me. You fuckin' with my money... and you gon' stand up there and look at me like you a mothafuckin' woman? I'mma show you what real women do, bitch. See, you don't know what real mothafuckin' women do. Real mothafuckin' women sacrafice! I shoulda aborter your mothafuckin' ass! 'Cause you ain't shit! I knew it when the doctor put you in my goddamn hand you wasn't a goddamn thing! You wear that smirk on your face, bitch? Get outta...!
[throws object at Precious]
Mary: Now smile about that! Smile about that, you fat bi -
[Precious kicks a shoe at Mary]
Mary: I'mma kill you, bitch!
[Mary chases Precious up the stairs]
Clareece 'Precious' Jones: [voiceover] My name is Clareece "Precious" Jones. I wish I had a light-skinned boyfriend with real nice hair. And I wanna be on the cover of a magazine. But first I wanna be in one of them BET videos. Momma said I can't dance. Plus, she said who wants to see my big ass dancing, anyhow?