think so?
(all)
Oh, yeah.
Look, but, w-w-w-what were they saying
earlier about... about you girls?
I mean, c-c-could it
possibly be...
Oh, come on, Cliff.
You're a big boy.
It's a job.
We're working girls.
And believe me,
honey, we are the best.
[All agreeing]
You are professionals.
And Smooth was your
[stammering]
Pi-pi-pi...
Does that change anything,
Cliff?
[Sighing] All right,
don't tell me any more.
I will be your protector, but I
won't be your manager, your agent,
[stammering]
Nor your pi-pi-pi...
I can't even say it.
Anyway, it won't be me.
It will be Doctor Detroit.
Now, for now, we just
maintain, we go on as before
until Smooth returns.
The Doctor will take care
of everything.
But above all, don't tell
anybody about Doctor Detroit,
nor what I am doing.
Nobody.
[All chattering]
I will try.
Absolutely.
This Doctor Detroit is bad.
B- A-D, man.
He's badder than
Larry Holmes.
He's badder than
Joe Frazier.
Badder than
Ken Norton.
(all) Oh. Badder than Jerry Quarry.
He's even badder than
Mr. Clean!
Mom, Mom,
it's all over the streets.
What?
Doctor Detroit's
movin' in.
They say we are
movin' out.
Oh, the hell, you say! I
haven't even met the Doctor.
[Slurping]
But when I do,
[glass breaking]
He's dog meat.
Yeah.
I must do the decent thing.
[Crickets chirping]
It's such
an indecent profession.
You enjoyed it,
though, didn't you?
Yes, but I didn't
have to pay.
What about this
Doctor Detroit?
What about him?
Somebody has to
do the work.
Better him than you.
You? Me?
[Sighs]
Sleep on it.
Yeah.
Okay, sleep on it.
[Owl hooting]
[Whispering]
Cliff?
Oh, oh!
Shh!
Be quiet.
[Clattering]
Jasmine?
What... What... What are you
doing here? This is my room.
Uh, Jasmine,
where are you taking me?
I'm still half-asleep.
Quick, quick.
Are... Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Ooh, Ulysses S.
Motherfucking Grant.
Welcome to the neighborhood,
brother.
Ooh, Cliff,
check out this money, man.
Cash, money.
I... I know, but... but where did
all this money come from?
The old-fashioned way.
We earned it!
But...
Cliffie, there are
other fringe benefits.
Uh, uh...
Like samples.
Oriental baths.
I don't...
Swedish massages.
French lessons.
I know how to speak...
Exotic, erotic,
juicy adventures.
It's ridiculous!
I mean, what would men of real
virtue do if they were in my position?
I'll tell you one thing, they wouldn't
sit around wearin' those pajamas.
(all)
Ooh. Hey!
Here's your hat, Daddy, I
picked it out especially for you.
I'm dreaming.
[Men chanting] The wages
of sin. The wages of sin.
Give us the money
and let us come in.
The wages of sin.
The wages of sin.
Give us the money
and let us come in.
Judge not, Sonny,
lest ye be judged.
Mark well the wages of sin!
[All clamoring]
Come home.
Father, I want... I want you and
your... your parental guidance.
I need moral support.
Father, can't you do
anything to stop this?
Yay! Ooh, ooh,
ah, ah, ah.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
ooh, ah, ooh, ah.
Ah, um, mmm, mmm, um.
Clifford, I heard
you had some money.
Give it to the college.
No more bucks from Uncle Sam.
It's gotta come
from someplace.
It's filthy money! It's money
from depraved sources!
See what money
pleasure brings?
See what pleasure
money brings?
Thanks, my man.
I can see where
you're coming from.
She's all yours.
This is fun!
My mother's not for sale!
It's all for sale!
All for sale! All for sale!
Not my mother!
Not for the college!
Not for any money!
Not for anybody!
Not for anything!
Not my mother!
Mother, stop, please!
[All chanting]
All for sale! All for sale!
Don't go, Mother! Stop!
Listen, Mother, stop!
[Screaming]
No! No, I will not
sell my own mother!
Of course
you wouldn't, dear.
But it's a sweet thought.
[Birds chirping]
Huh.
[Sighing] Anybody care
to comment on the concept
of, uh,
death before dishonor?
[Whispering]
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