The Segregated Parties by John Singleton (Scriptwriter) Lyrics
*Students tip over car*
Nicole: This is crazy. Come on, girls, let's go. By the way you guys, I am getting my own apartment next semester. These dorms are for children. I hate them. God. Do you want to room with me?
Claudia: Hell, yeah! My room's like this big.
*Claudia positions her fingers in a way that symbolizes the smallness of the room*
What about you Kristen? Want to get an apartment together?
Kristen: I can't afford it.
Nicole: Oh, no sweat. Get your parents to pay.
Kristen: They can't.
Nicole and Claudia in unison: Why not?
Kristen: My dad got laid off from McDonnell Douglas last year. The IRS audited him. My parents could barely afford to send me here.
Nicole: But you are here.
Kristen: I'm here and I'm happy.
Nicole: My roommate's a Mexican,I bet she got a scholarship.
Claudia: Ugh, shut up.
*Claudia nudges Nicole*
Nicole: Well, here we are.
Anonymous Male Party Character: All right, come here, darling.
*Male Party Character picks up drunk lady that fell down*
Party crowd chanting: Drink! Drink! Drink!
*Female is chugging alcohol through a tube with her feet in a bucket of ice*
Chad: Theta Kappaaaaa!!!!! *Chad walks up to Nicole, Kristen and Claudia* Well, well, what do we got here? New recruits for our Little Sister rush?
Billy: No, no. Actually, I don't know about that. Ladies, this is Chad.
*Billy puts a cup of beer over the girls' heads each*
And this is Nicole, okay?
And this is Claudia, right?
And this is, uh...
Kristen: Kristen!
*laughs*
Billy: Kristen. I'm sorry. They're freshmen.
Nicole: So how do we become Little Sisters?
Kristen: Wellll, they'll probably make you do dumb stuff like drink beer out of condoms and wet your T-shirt.
Chad: Beer out of a condom, that's a..new one. Billy, write that down.
Billy: I will.
Chad: No, we don't do that here. But I'll tell you this, ladies: there's nobody on this campus who parties like we do!
*Scene cuts to the black party*
Dreads: YOOOOO!! WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT, BLUH BLUH BLUH!!
Fudge: Ah man, governments ain't running things no more. Financial institutions,they controlling the whole scene. You ever hear of the World Bank, the IMF? Nah, huh? Y'all probably don't even have checking accounts. But y'all got them credit cards, huh?
*Fudge is rolling a blunt*
Buying stuff out your means and wonder why you still a slave. Y'all better recognize, I'm telling you.
Fudge's roommate: Fudge, dude, when are you gonna clear everyone out? Classes start tomorrow.
Fudge: It's over when it's over, *Fudge puffs the blunt* "dude". *Blows smoke*
*Fudges roommate walks away to his dorm*
Remy: I can't take this no more.
*Remy goes to Security guards outside the party*
Remy: Security! Security!
*Remy walks up to one of the car's windows*
Security Guard: Look at this. What's up, kid?
Remy: They're playing their music, man.
Security Guard: Who?
Remy: These guys, man. I'm not trying to narc or nothing, but I mean, tomorrow's the first day of class. I got physics in the morning. It's like frickin' Soul Train up there.
Security Guard: You're here to study, not to party. Head home and hit those books. Glad you had a good time. Come again on the weekend.
Good night. Okay.
*Security Guard starts speaking with Fudge*
Listen, people are trying to sleep. Give them a little respect, huh?
Fudge: You don't hear that down the hall? You ain't sweating them because they're playing that hillbilly shit, right?
Security Guard: Nah, nah, nah. Because I dig rock 'n' roll.
Fudge: Then roll your fat ass down the hall then.
Dreads: That's that old bullshit.
Nicole: This is crazy. Come on, girls, let's go. By the way you guys, I am getting my own apartment next semester. These dorms are for children. I hate them. God. Do you want to room with me?
Claudia: Hell, yeah! My room's like this big.
*Claudia positions her fingers in a way that symbolizes the smallness of the room*
What about you Kristen? Want to get an apartment together?
Kristen: I can't afford it.
Nicole: Oh, no sweat. Get your parents to pay.
Kristen: They can't.
Nicole and Claudia in unison: Why not?
Kristen: My dad got laid off from McDonnell Douglas last year. The IRS audited him. My parents could barely afford to send me here.
Nicole: But you are here.
Kristen: I'm here and I'm happy.
Nicole: My roommate's a Mexican,I bet she got a scholarship.
Claudia: Ugh, shut up.
*Claudia nudges Nicole*
Nicole: Well, here we are.
Anonymous Male Party Character: All right, come here, darling.
*Male Party Character picks up drunk lady that fell down*
Party crowd chanting: Drink! Drink! Drink!
*Female is chugging alcohol through a tube with her feet in a bucket of ice*
Chad: Theta Kappaaaaa!!!!! *Chad walks up to Nicole, Kristen and Claudia* Well, well, what do we got here? New recruits for our Little Sister rush?
Billy: No, no. Actually, I don't know about that. Ladies, this is Chad.
*Billy puts a cup of beer over the girls' heads each*
And this is Nicole, okay?
And this is Claudia, right?
And this is, uh...
Kristen: Kristen!
*laughs*
Billy: Kristen. I'm sorry. They're freshmen.
Nicole: So how do we become Little Sisters?
Kristen: Wellll, they'll probably make you do dumb stuff like drink beer out of condoms and wet your T-shirt.
Chad: Beer out of a condom, that's a..new one. Billy, write that down.
Billy: I will.
Chad: No, we don't do that here. But I'll tell you this, ladies: there's nobody on this campus who parties like we do!
*Scene cuts to the black party*
Dreads: YOOOOO!! WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT, BLUH BLUH BLUH!!
Fudge: Ah man, governments ain't running things no more. Financial institutions,they controlling the whole scene. You ever hear of the World Bank, the IMF? Nah, huh? Y'all probably don't even have checking accounts. But y'all got them credit cards, huh?
*Fudge is rolling a blunt*
Buying stuff out your means and wonder why you still a slave. Y'all better recognize, I'm telling you.
Fudge's roommate: Fudge, dude, when are you gonna clear everyone out? Classes start tomorrow.
Fudge: It's over when it's over, *Fudge puffs the blunt* "dude". *Blows smoke*
*Fudges roommate walks away to his dorm*
Remy: I can't take this no more.
*Remy goes to Security guards outside the party*
Remy: Security! Security!
*Remy walks up to one of the car's windows*
Security Guard: Look at this. What's up, kid?
Remy: They're playing their music, man.
Security Guard: Who?
Remy: These guys, man. I'm not trying to narc or nothing, but I mean, tomorrow's the first day of class. I got physics in the morning. It's like frickin' Soul Train up there.
Security Guard: You're here to study, not to party. Head home and hit those books. Glad you had a good time. Come again on the weekend.
Good night. Okay.
*Security Guard starts speaking with Fudge*
Listen, people are trying to sleep. Give them a little respect, huh?
Fudge: You don't hear that down the hall? You ain't sweating them because they're playing that hillbilly shit, right?
Security Guard: Nah, nah, nah. Because I dig rock 'n' roll.
Fudge: Then roll your fat ass down the hall then.
Dreads: That's that old bullshit.