DiCinema

Tiny:
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]

Tiny:
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:
Oh.
[Embarrassed, he looks out the window, away from Marcus]

Tiny:
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]

Marcus:
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.
[angry cross-talk]

Marcus:
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...]

Film

Go - Una notte da dimenticare (1999)

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