I'm gonna make you love me.
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Ladies and gentlemen! Dude and dudettes!
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It's time about, that all out funk... funk... funky action!
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Mmmmm! She's bad ain't she? She's so bad she's good!
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.... (Want me to rap?)
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Yes! I'll be over here posing by the Porsche, solid.
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.... (Good afternoon, darlin'. You must be helping out a friend.)
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.... (Because you are much too pretty to be working in here. What's up with that?)
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.... What's up with your buddy over there holding his stuff? Does he have to use the bathroom?
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.... (No baby, he's posing by the Porsche.)
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.... Cars don't impress me.
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.... (That's Morris Day and he would like to eat you. I.. I mean meet you.)
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.... Alright, go get him.
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.... (Hey Morris, she wants to meet you, man!)
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Oh Lawd!
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Hello my dear, my name is Morris. Where'd you get that ass?
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.... (Hahahaha!)
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.... Same place you got your manners.
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Jerome, where'd I get my manners?
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.... (Same place she got that ass.)
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And where was that?
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.... (Mama.)
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That's right baby, yo mama! Now let's be nice, it's such a pretty day.
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.... Where are we going?
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I'm taking you to my club.
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.... Your club?
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Yeah, I rounded up some people and bought a club. Legal-like, you know?
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And that's where we're going.
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.... I'll believe it when I see it.
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.... ((Morris, how long has it been? 6 hours?))
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.... (Chill nigga!)
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.... ((What a lovely lady. My God, the one last night.))
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.... ((She's so fat, she have to use a VCR for a beeper, no?))
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Hehe, you're fired.
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.... ((I'm fired?))
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That's right.
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.... ((I'm fired? I quit. They shouldn't have let you people in the country in the first place!))
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Let us in the country?! Now what history book did you read, boy?
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Jerome, hook this punk up to my Porsche!
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.... (The roller skates?)
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The roller skates!
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.... ((No, not the roller skates.))
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.... I think I wanna go home!
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Home? The party's just startin', Stella.
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.... But come sit down.
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Do you wanna see me dance?
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.... Dance?
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Jerome, body language. Now do the horse.
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.... (Yeah. Oak tree!)
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Look out. I like that.
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.... (Oak tree!)
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Get ready, Chili Sauce.
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Fellas?
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.... (Yeah!)
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Hit me and don'tcha lag. Tell me what dance to do - it start with an M.
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.... (Murph drag!)
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Good God!
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I ain't through yet, band!
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Wawk! Hallelujah! Whoa!
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.... Wow, that was fun. Will you take me out again?
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Oh yeah, Stella, we can do this. You're the type of woman that could settle me down.
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Jerome.
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.... (Yo.)
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Take her home, I have some unfinished business with one of my critics. Are we ready?
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.... (I do believe we are ready.)
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Maybe, but not much.
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Alright, now, what was that you were saying about my people?
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.... ((Please Mr. Day, I never roller skated before in my life!))
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Well, why put off 'till tomorrow what you can do tonight? Hahahahahaha!
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My summertime thang! My summertime thang!
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.... (Leave me alone.)
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My summertime thang
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Yeah! I'm back!
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My Summertime Thang #2 (edit)
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