:48:03
And the final detail...
:48:07
are the lips.
:48:08
The redder the lipstick,
the better.
:48:11
So, I suggest fire-truck red.
:48:19
Show...time.
:48:32
This here's my best friend
Sleep'n Eat.
:48:36
This here's
my best friend Mantan.
:48:39
And we are two real coons.
:48:44
We left the hustle and bustle
of uptown Harlem.
:48:48
The Big Apple.
:48:49
New York! New York!
Skyscrapers and everything.
:48:53
To return to our roots.
:48:55
Our Alabammy home.
That's right.
:48:57
We is countrified.
We is sho nuff Bamas.
:48:59
Here come the Bamas.
:49:02
No more city slickers.
:49:04
Can't you smell
that sweet aroma...
:49:09
of high cotton...
:49:11
and ripe watermelon?
:49:13
Nigga, now don't you
get me to sniffin'.
:49:17
Why don't you show us
some of them educated feets?
:49:22
Cousins, first, second,
third, and distant...
:49:26
why don't you let Mantan
take you back to a simpler time?
:49:29
A time when men was men...
:49:32
and women was women...
:49:34
and nigras knew they place.
:49:39
Cousins, I want you all
to go to your windows.
:49:43
Open 'em up.
:49:44
Go to your windows
and yell out...
:49:46
"I'm tired of the drugs.
:49:47
"I'm tired of the crack babies
born out of wedlock...
:49:52
"to crackhead
AlD-infested parents.
:49:54
"I'm tired of
the inflated welfare rolls...
:49:58
"while good
wholesome Americans...