- DAVE, I GOT TO TELL YOU, MAN, I'M REALLY HAPPY
TO BE HANGING OUT WITH YOU. THIS IS NICE. - OH, MAN,
IT'S JUST BEEN GREAT, MAN. - WELL, SAME HERE, MAN. YOU BUSY WITH YOUR SHOW.
I GOT MY STUFF. THIS IS REALLY COOL. - YEAH, MAN, YOU SEE,
THAT'S THE THING WITH BLACK ACTORS, MAN. WE NEED TO JUST UNIFY.
WE CAN'T JUST BE OUT LIKE-- - EXACTLY. - HEY, HOLD UP, WAYNE,
I THINK YOU PASSED OUR TURN. THE RESTAURANT'S
BACK THAT WAY. - NAH, THAT'S ALL RIGHT. RELAX. - WHAT, YOU GOING
TO GET SOME WEED? - [laughs]
NO. - YOU GONNA GET SOME WEED,
HOLLA AT YOUR BOY. I KNOW THE SPOT. - HOLD ON.
- ALL RIGHT. - THERE HE IS. BREAK YOURSELF, FOOL! - AWW, (BLEEP),
IT'S WAYNE BRADY, SON! [gunfire] - OH! OH! WHAT THE (BLEEP) YOU DOING? - RIVERSIDE, MOTHA(BLEEP)! - GODDAMN! - [cackles] - WHAT THE (BLEEP)
ARE YOU DOING? - DAVE, CALM DOWN. - WHAT YOU MEAN, CALM DOWN?
YOU JUST-- - DAVE, RELAX.
- YOU JUST SHOT PEOPLE, WAYNE! - DAVE, DAVE.
- THOSE WERE PEOPLE YOU SHOT! GODDAMN, MAN, YOU GOT
A DAYTIME EMMY, NIGGA. YOU AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE
DOIN' (BLEEP) LIKE THIS. - DAVE, YOU MAKING ME NERVOUS. YOU MAKING ME THINK
THAT YOU GONNA SNITCH. NOW, YOU'RE NOT GONNA
SNITCH, RIGHT? - NO, MAN, COME ON, NOW,
I AIN'T NO SNITCH. - NOW, YOU SURE
YOU'RE NOT GONNA SNITCH? - IT'S ME, NIGGA,
IT'S DAVE, BABY. - MOTHER(BLEEP),
YOU GONNA SNITCH ON ME? - YO, NIGGA, COME ON.
IT'S ME, IT'S DAVE. WE BLACK ACTORS, MAN,
WE GOT TO STICK TOGETHER. WE BLACK ACTORS.
I AIN'T GONNA SNITCH ON YOU. COME ON, IT'S ME, BABY.
IT'S DAVE. IT'S DAVE CHAPPELLE.
IT'S YOUR BOY. - OKAY.
SORRY, MAN. - I GOT TO GET
SOME MONEY, MAN. I GOT TO GO TO THE ATM.
I DON'T HAVE NO MONEY. - I'LL GET SOME MONEY. ALL RIGHT,
RIGHT HERE. - WHERE'S THE ATM AT? - WE AT IT. HEY! [car horn plays
"La Cucaracha"] - HEY, DADDY. - HOES, DAVE. DAVE, HOES. - GOOD EVENING, BITCHES. - WE DID GOOD TONIGHT. - THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR. THAT'S--
OH, THAT'S NICE. HEY, BABY! THANK YOU. ALL RIGHT,
MORE POWER TO ME. [laughs]
ALL RIGHT, THANK YOU, BABY. OH--OH, RAQUEL,
WHAT'S THIS? MR. FRANKLIN'S LONELY. HE'S--
THERE'S ONLY-- - SORRY, DADDY. - WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
"SORRY, DADDY?" WHAT THE HELL DID-- IS WAYNE BRADY
GONNA HAVE TO CHOKE A BITCH? I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET OUT
OF THIS CAR AND CHOKE-- I'M NOT VIOLENT.
I TRY NOT TO BE. I'M A--
YOU KNOW WHAT? - WAYNE, COME ON, MAN.
COME ON, WAYNE. - NO, NO, NO, I'M GONNA
GET OUTTA THIS CAR RIGHT NOW. - COME ON, WILL YOU PLEASE--
PLEASE, MAN? COME ON, JUST--
JUST LET IT SLIDE. - [exhales] YOU BETTER THANK
DAVE CHAPPELLE. GO AHEAD. - THANK YOU, DAVE,
AND I LIKE YOUR SHOW. - RUN, BITCH!
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! GET SOME HELP! I'M JUST PLAYING AROUND.
YOU KNOW.
