The Long Stretch/Transcript

This is the transcript for The Long Stretch.

Transcript
(In the middle of a femininity class, Denise and three other women are yelling.)

Magenta: All our prayers have been answered...

Well... hello.

Franklin: I don't wanna know.

Denise: Franklin.

Franklin: What the fuck?

I mean what the hell going on here?

Denise: Wait a minute. Franklin, what are you doing here?

Franklin: I live here.

This half my house too.

Denise: So you say.

Anyway, Magenta is reinvigorating my femininity.

So make yourself scarce, boy. Go, go.

Franklin: With pleasure.

Denise: Go.

Franklin: Goodness.

(Franklin turns to leave.)

Denise: And stay out of trouble!

Franklin: Yeah, yeah.

(Franklin opens the door to see Lamar and Stretch.)

Lamar: (to Stretch) I'm like, "Bitch, you ain't no more of a man than me."

Stretch: I hear that.

Lamar: Gangsta shit, n.

Look who's biz-ack!

Stretch: Sup, fool?

Lamar: What's happenin' with it, man?

(Franklin shakes Lamar's hand and ignores Stretch.)

Stretch: Ah, nah, nah. Show some respect here, n.

The man they couldn't hold down is back. Come on now.

Franklin: Damn, man. I gotta spend my day with another middle-aged fool trying to recapture his youth?

Stretch: What this fool just say?

Franklin: I missed you, dog.

Stretch: Oh, oh, you miss me, huh?

Franklin: Nah, I ain't missed you.

Your ass could have stayed gone for good.

So I fucked your girl,

mugged your moms,

and better yet, I ain't thought about your ass in years.

Stretch: (laughs) You got jokes now, huh?

Hey, but I see you doing well for yourself.

(faces Franklin's house) Check that on out.

Franklin: Shit, I'm doing just fine.

Stretch: That's what I hear.

But I know some sweet boys up in the pen that got bigger balls than you.

Franklin: Oh, you been doing your time looking at sweet boy balls?

Yeah, it's good to have confirmation.

Stretch: This funny fuck.

Why you keep hanging around this clown, L?

Shake this fool, man.

Lamar: We from the same set, Stretch.

Why, why ya'll ns can't get along?

You all been doing this shit for years, man.

Franklin: You know what, dog?

It's good you back home.

Glad you here.

Missed you, boy.

Man, you definitely got hit up inside.

Stretch: (shoves Franklin) Hit up?

Franklin: Hey, hey!

Stretch: Yo, motherfucker. I know little ns like you been turned out on the daily.

Talking about being hit up, n, I swear, man.

You ain't got no motherfucking respect.

Franklin: Motherfucker, I got respect for reality.

Stretch: Reality?

Alright.

Alright, you keep thinking that.

Just keep thinking that, n.

(points finger at Franklin) Shit, you gon' get yours.

Franklin: Fuck you.

Stretch: Ugh, I swear, man.

Lamar: Striz-etch, come on, cool out, chill, man. Stretch: Woah, woah, woah. What the fuck, man? This motherfucker get on my Goddamn nerves.

Lamar: The n get on my nerves too, man.

Part of the n charm, man.

F, come on, man, let's just bust a move, man.

You gonna drive or what, pimp?

Franklin: Drive where?

Lamar: (lowers voice) Pick up this heat, n.

Franklin: Why?

Lamar: Business, n.

Stretch: Business, n.

Lamar: Business.

Come on, y'all ns act like girls. Shit.

Stretch: Not me, shit.

Let's go to the gun store.