told you you weren't gonna believe me.
- Okay, go to sleep now, you little rat.
- No, tell me.
Okay.
So this fairy comes into my room and I'm like,
"Yeah, right, you're a fairy. "
Anyway, we're talking, you know.
And she's flying all around the room,
knocking down all my posters and stuff.
She was flying?
She had these little stubby wings.
She could've glued 'em on, you know?
Like I'm gonna believe
she's a fairy.
So she said, "I'll prove it. "
So she reaches
into her backpack.
And she pulls out
this invisible cloak.
She ties it around my neck, and she tells me
that it's impenetrable.
You know what
impenetrable means?
It means that nothing
can go through it.
No bullets. Nothing.
She told me that if I wore it,
nothing would hurt me.
So I did. And my whole life,
I never got shot, stabbed.
Nothing.
I mean, how weird is that?
Only she told me that I was supposed to give it
to my daughter on her fifth birthday.
And I forgot.
Can I touch it?
Sure, go ahead.
- I don't feel it.
- Yeah. It's pretty cool, huh?
I can take it off and tie it around your
shoulders. She told me how to do it.
- Unless you think it's stupid.
- Don't you need it?
No, not anymore.
So what do you think?
You want it?
Okay, let's get outta here.
Okay.
Put your head up.
Okay. Is that too tight?
Do you feel anything at all?
Good. Then it's just right.
Do I take it off
when I have a bath?
No, you leave it on
all the time.
Until you have a daughter when she turns five,
then you give it to her.
Okay?
Okay.
Okay. Good night, sweetie.
Good night.
Nah, nah. You wanna listen to music
of the oppressor, you go right ahead, man.
How in the lunacy of your mind
is hip-hop music of the oppressor?
Listen to it, man!
"Nigger this, nigger that. "
You think white people go around calling
each other honkies all day, man?
"Hey, honky, how's business?"
"Going great, cracker.
We're diversifying. "
How 'bout this, huh? Listen. You like that?
Man's singin' about lynchin' niggers.
And you think
there's a difference, don't you? Huh?
Gonna buy me a rope
and lynch me a nigger
You have absolutely no idea where hip-hop
music comes from, do you?
I'd shoot 'em dead first
but I done broke my trigger
See, back in the '60s we had
smart, articulate black men.
Gonna get out my sheet
Put my hood on my head
Like Huey Newton, Bobby Seale,
Eldridge Cleaver, Fred Hampton.
Gonna string 'em up good
These brothers were speaking out,
and people were listening!
Then they'll be dead
Then the FBI said,
"No, we can't have that. "
Home of the brave
and the land of the free
"Let's give the niggers
this music by a bunch of mumbling idiots
and sooner or later,
they'll all copy it, and nobody
will be able to understand
a fucking word they say.
End of problem. "
What the fuck was that, dawg?
- Holy shit!
- What?
Man, we done ran over a Chinaman.
You're sayin' there's a Chinaman
under this truck?
What part don't you understand?
There's a Chinaman stuck
underneath the fucking truck.
Help me.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Ah, God. What the hell did he do,
just leap out in front of the truck?
Man! This is so
completely fucked up.
Oh, really? No shit!
Okay, hold up.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
- Get back in the truck.
- What?
- Yes, get back in the truck.
- You think we didn't drag him far enough?
No, we gonna drive away.
And he gonna let go.
He's not gonna let go, Anthony.
You know why? Because he's stuck
underneath the fucking truck!
Now, if he could've let go, he probably would've
considered that option half a block back.
What you and I gotta do, just grab his arms
and pull him from underneath.
You grab his arm,
it's gonna fall off.
Then you gonna be standing in the street
holding a Chinaman's arm.
Then what your ass gonna do, huh?
If we leave this man here, he dies.
Then we're up for murder charges.
Just grab his arm.
We'll just