hector, i shouldn't be telling you this but you would find out sooner or later. ya father ain't no real father. he's a bum, a two-bit bum in a hundred-dollar world. your father is to the curb. you're smart. i see that look on ya face. you're saying if he's such a bum why am i with him? good question. like i said before, you're no dummy. he talked his way into my panties, i thought being a mother would make me happy, make me whole. he's a mistake, but you are not.
i work too, but i still make time.
i want you to spend some time with me. i want you to try and make this relationship work. if not, i'd rather not be bothered.
when?
bring some ice cream, i'm burning up. do you love me?
big deal.
what took you so long? is it hot?
come in then.
how else was i going to get you here? i haven't seen you in a week.
where's the ice cream? the hagen- dazs butter pecan?
your memory is really getting bad.
and i really wanted some ice cream too.
no! no! you won't come back either.
how long then?
that's out. no! it's too hot! you think i'm gonna let you get some, put on your clothes, then run outta here and never see you again in who knows when?
you a blue-moon fool.
what else?
trust you? because of trusting you we have a son. remember your son?
mookie, i told you already it's too fucking hot to make love.
i'm sorry, but no rawness is jumping off tonight.
of course i'm sweating. i'm burning up. it's hot, moron, only a hundred degrees in here.
it's cold.
later for you.
what?
feels good.
where are you going?
mookie, you must think i'm stupid or something. you're gonna run outta here and i won't see your black ass for another week.
you don't care about me and you definately don't care 'bout your son.
be a man.
act like one then. be a man.
you're to the curb. you better step off. get a life.