♪ ♪ - COME NOW, MARY MAGDALENE. STAND AND BE FORGIVEN
FOR YOUR SINS. - BUT, JESUS,
HOW CAN I BE FORGIVEN? I'M A PROSTITUTE. - NO, CHILD. YOU WERE A PROSTITUTE. THAT LIFE IS BEHIND YOU NOW. - MARY MAGDALENE!
WHERE YOU AT, BITCH? - OH, NO, JESUS. I THINK IT'S MY PIMP.
I THINK HE FOUND ME. - THERE YOU ARE! MAN, TOOK ME FOREVER
TO FIND YO ASS! I BEEN LOOKIN'
ALL OVER FOR YOU! YOU KNOW HOW MANY BITCHES
NAMED MARY THERE ARE UP IN HERE? NOW GET YOUR ASS
IN THAT CARAVAN! - NO! NO, I'M NOT
GOING WITH YOU, GALILEROY. I'M GONNA
STAY HERE WITH JESUS. - WHAT THE FLIP IS THIS? YOU WASHING
THIS [bleep] FEET? - MAYBE.
- WELL, I TAUGHT YOU THAT! I RESCUED YOU
FROM THAT FISHING VILLAGE, I CLEANED YOU UP
AND GOT YOU OUT TO WORK, AND NOW THIS IS
HOW YOU REPAY ME? YOU GO OUT AND GET YOURSELF
ANOTHER PIMP? HELL, NO, BROTHA,
SHE'S MINE. - I DON'T THINK
YOU UNDERSTAND. SHE'S NOT GOING WITH YOU. - WELL, I CAN'T AFFORD
TO LOSE HER. I ALREADY LOST THREE BITCHES
TO LEPROSY, ALL RIGHT? ALL I GOT LEFT IS MARY,
A CRIPPLE, AND TWO BLIND CHICKS, WHO-- ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW,
THEY GET REQUESTED A LOT. DON'T ASK ME HOW THAT WORKS. - GET OUTTA HERE! I'M NOT GOING WITH YOU,
GALILEROY. I'M STAYING HERE WITH JESUS,
AND I'M WARNING YOU, JESUS HAS, LIKE,
12 FOLLOWERS. TELL HIM.
- OH, 12? PSSH. OKAY, ALL RIGHT, SO THIS
MOTHER[bleep] A SERIOUS PIMP. - NO, MY FRIEND.
YOU'RE CONFUSED. IT'S 12 MEN. - UH, WHAT--
WHAT, YOU A GAY PIMP? - I'M NOT A PIMP.
I'M A CARPENTER. - CARPENTER?
[scoffs] THEN WHY DOES YOUR HOUSE
LOOK LIKE [bleep]? - I'VE BEEN BUSY
WITH NON-CARPENTRY WORK. - OKAY, THAT'S IT.
BITCH, PACK YOUR [bleep]. GET IN THE CARAVAN
AND MAKE ME SOME MONEY. - NO! AND I DON'T
HAVE ANY STUFF TO PACK. JESUS SAYS
WE DON'T NEED THINGS. - WHAT THE--
- IS THIS ALL ABOUT MONEY? - HELL, YEAH,
IT'S ALL ABOUT MONEY, BROTHA. - I HAVE A SAYING.
IT GOES LIKE THIS. - OH, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS.
- SHUT UP. - IT'S EASIER FOR A CAMEL TO
PASS THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE THAN FOR A RICH MAN
TO ENTER THE KINGDOM OF GOD. - WHEW.
- OH, YEAH? WELL, I GOT A SAYING TOO. IT'S EAS--YOU KNOW,
WHY DON'T YOU PASS YOUR OWN-- PASS YOUR ASS
THROUGH THE NEED-- MAN, [bleep] YOU, MAN.
COME ON! - THE GIRL STAYS. - WHAT? [grunts]
- OH! [heavenly music plays] ♪ ♪ - MOTHER[bleep],
I SLAP YOU, AND YOU WANT ME
TO HIT YOU ON THE OTHER CHEEK? THAT AIN'T GANGSTA. THIS [bleep] IS CRAZY. YOU CAN HAVE HIM.
I'M DONE. - WAIT, FRIEND. [opera music plays] SO YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE
NO HARD FEELINGS, WOULD YOU CARE
TO JOIN US FOR DINNER? - WHAT Y'ALL HAVIN'? - [operatic singing]
♪ ♪
