02x05 - October 21, 1990

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♪ You can do what you wanna do ♪

♪ In living color♪

- ♪ In living color♪
- ♪ You know what I'm sayin'♪

♪ You can do what you wanna do ♪

- ♪ In living color♪
- ♪ In living color♪

♪ You can walk on the moon
Float like a balloon ♪

♪ You see, it's never too late
and it's never too soon ♪

- ♪ Take it from me, it's a'ight to be ♪
- ♪ In living color♪

♪ And how would you feel knowing
prejudice was obsolete ♪

♪ And all mankind danced
to the exact beat ♪

- ♪ And at night it was safe
to walk down the street ♪
- ♪ In living color♪

♪ You can do what you wanna do ♪

♪ In living color♪

♪ In living color♪

♪ You can do what you wanna do ♪

♪ In living color♪

♪ In living color♪

♪ Everybody here is equally kind ♪

♪ Everybody here is equally kind ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody
everybody, everybody ♪

- ♪ Everybody here is equally kind ♪
- ♪ In living color♪

♪ What's mine is yours
and what's yours is mine ♪

♪ In living c-c-color♪

♪ You can do what you wanna do
in living color♪

- ♪ In living color♪
- ♪ You know what I'm sayin'♪

♪ You can walk on the moon
Float like a balloon ♪

♪ You see, it's never too late
and it's never too soon ♪

- ♪ Take it from me, it's a'ight to be ♪
- ♪ In living color♪

♪ You can do what you wanna do
in living color♪♪

Ladies and gentlemen,
Keenen Ivory Wayans.

[Applause]

Thank you.
Welcome to the show.

- We're gonna have a fun show tonight.
- [Laughing]

Stop it! There he is!
The man in charge.

Hey, black strong. Give me a hug, man.
Good to see you.

You're doing dynamite work on this
little thing you're doing right here.

You don't remember me.
, Rahway State Prison.

Fred Williamson film retrospective.
I was running the projector.

Don't ask what I was doing there.
Another career.

All right. You might remember me
from Hartford, Connecticut...

- where we had Ronnie Dyson's party.
- No.

Well, anyway, right now I'm managing
a group called Stratus.

There's horns and the rest are drums.
It's a new concept.

We're doing a real hyped-up version
of Backstabbers.

He ain't the only one in music.
I got a new single out. [Wails]

Enough said, you know?
Look here.

I got a quick thing for you. How can two
young, black, strong brothers like myself...

get into this
funky business you do?

Wrote a couple scripts,
and here's a videotape.

- Go ahead and look at it, brother.
- Give him a business card.

You know, I'm fresh out.

- You know I got one. Bam!
- All right!

Don't pay any attention to the name
that's on the front, all right?

But my number is in purple
right there. You see that?

- This one in crayon?
- Right. I'm at my mom's house now.

You can reach me on Boo Boo's beeper.
That's the number.

- Say, "Keenen's calling."
- Listen, I gotta get on the show.

You know, I have a flat. You have a jack
I can borrow just a minute?

And also, wouldn't nobody validate
my parking. Ain't that a blip?

- Excuse me!
- Ain't that something?

- I think I can help both of you.
- Somebody told me about an after-party.

- We're trying to boogie.
- These people will escort you there.

- Security.
- All right!

Listen, Keenen, keep it up, man.
All right!

[Man] KYYTnow presents
a minority affairs program, Black Like You.

Here are your hosts,
Tom and Tom...

the Brothers Brothers.

[Applause]

All righty! Why, thank you.

- How are ya? I'm Tom.
- Howdy.

We're delighted to host
this very worthwhile show.

- What do you say, Tom?
- That's right, Tom.

In fact, we've written
a very special song just for this show.

- Well, let's kick it off, brother.
- Shall we?

♪♪ [Folk]

♪ Problems and blacks
seem to go hand in hand ♪

♪ Wherever they roam
in this glorious land ♪

♪ We'll help them with customs
We'll help them with laws ♪

♪ And we'll try to solve
all the problems they cause ♪♪

- All righty.
- [Cheering]

- [Laughs]
- Oh, stop it. Stop it!

All righty. Well, let's
get started, shall we?

Yes, we certainly shall.

Today's guest is a young man who says he was
sent to prison for a crime he didn't commit.

Yeah, right.

Well, let's meet him anyway.
Say hello to Mr. Rajeem Carter.

Come on out, Rajeem.

What's happening, brothers?

Is that some sort of
karate move there?

Well, what's happening
is we're doing a show.

So, I mean, let's just
cut right to the chase, Raj.

- Right to it.
- Yeah. What is your beef?

All right, first of all,
I want to say how glad I am...

that there's finally a show where
we brothers can discuss things.

- Oh, your brother's here? Where's your brother?
- Bring your brother out.

- Come on out here.
- I didn't see him backstage.

Yo, yo, man, yo!
I'm talking about us three brothers.

I think you're kind of confused.
We're the Brothers Brothers.

You're a black guy who came
to complain about something.

Man, I'm not here complaining, see.

I just want people to know
how the Man screwed me up.

- The man? What man?
- The man? What man?

You know, the Man...
Mr. Charlie, Bobo.

His legal system
has railroaded me, brother.

Well, there's your problem.
Mr. Charlie Bobo's legal firm...

hardly sounds like
a reputable one to me.

I mean, never trust a man
with the last name "Bobo."

I mean, would you buy a home
from Louie Bobo?

I sure wouldn't.
[Laughing]

Say what?

- What.
- What.

Y'all don't even understand, man.

The police arrested me for no reason.

- Come on!
- Oh, come on. The police don't do that.

They're your friends.
They're here to protect and serve.

Well, my friends dragged me
out my crib butt naked.

Well, gosh darn it,
what the heck were you doing...

butt naked in the baby's crib?

Man, don't y'all understand?
Man, I went to prison for eight years...

and the only thing I learned
was how to resole shoes.

Well, gosh darn it, you should be
darn happy that you learned a trade.

- You're darn tootin'.
- A trade?

Man, nobody wants to get
their shoes resoled anymore.

- That's not true.
- Well, heck, I've got a few pair backstage.

You can start on them
right after the show.

You can even shine 'em for me.

[Brothers Laughing]

Shine shoes? Now, what kind
of a Tom do you think I am?

- There you go again.
- I think he's confused. We're the Toms.

- You're the angry black guy.
- Right.

You got that right.
You're the biggest Toms I ever seen.

- Why, thank you.
- Thank you very much.

I've been working out
a little at the gym.

- Well, actually, Tom Brokaw is bigger than us.
- Yeah, he is.

I guess it's obvious.
Y'all guys, you can't relate to this at all.

Man, I suffered in the joint.

Hey, hey, hey! You don't give us
that doohickey nonsense, mister.

- That's right. I'll say "doohickey" again...
- Hey, Tom, take it easy.

'Cause I'm outraged!

Doohickey, darn it, heck!

Now, I want you to know
suffering, mister.

When you talk to Tom and Tom,
we know suffering.

Tell him about the time
in Tahoe, mister.

We flew to Tahoe for
a work engagement, mind you.

We had reservations,
a confirmation number and got there...

and only one of our rooms
were available.

- We had to share it.
- And needless to say...

that we were pretty upset
behind that.

I had to call my mom.

Lucky it was a suite, huh?

Y'all don't even know
what time it is, do you?

- Sure I do. : .
- Sure I do. : .

I guess you're on C.P. Time.

- [Laughing]
- Can we get away with that?

So I suppose y'all think I'm supposed
to just move out into the suburbs, man...

get a nose job,
marry some white woman...

buy a BMW
and just totally sell out, right?

- That's the spirit!
- Yeah. Maybe you want to put a brim on that hat.

Forget y'all!

Well, I guess we showed him how to
look at things on the brighter side.

I think we certainly have.

- Tell you what, why don't we sing a song about it?
- All righty, brother.

And you know
I mean fraternal.

♪♪ [Folk]

♪ When you're in trouble
just call ♪

♪ And right to your doorstep
the police will run ♪

♪ But if they should cuff you
and give you a smack ♪

♪ It's because
you're guilty ♪

♪ Not 'cause you're black ♪♪

- Good-bye.
- Good night, everybody.

Babaloo!

♪♪ [Hip-hop]

You are strong, you are invincible,
you are woman.

Welcome once again to the show
by, for and about women.

Go on, girl!

All right. I'm your host,
Shiwanda Harvey.

Today's show is going to be
a little different.

For the first time, we're going
to have men on Go On Girl.

- [Women] Ooh.!
- Now hold on, sisters.

These aren't your
typical worthless males.

They're sensitive outcasts
from their gender.

Let's have a big "Go on, boy"
for Gregory Miller and Lionel Baker.

- [Audience] Go on, boy.!
- All right.

You two are a rare breed of men...

almost worthy of sharing
this earth with us.

All right. Gregory,
you wrote the book...

The Man Who Hates
Men Who Hate Women.

Tell me, who are
these men you hate?

Well, Shiwanda, you know the type.

The type of man that
picks up a woman, sleeps with her...

and then splits around : a.m.

- Go on, boy.
- Go on, boy.

I figure, you know, why split?

Stick around,
get some breakfast or something.

Breakfast?

I mean, of course,
I'd be cooking.

Shiwanda, I don't know what kind of game
this guy is trying to play...

but I think men who have sex
without commitment...

are animals.

- [Audience] Go on, boy.!
- Go on, boy.

Commitment, right.
I wasn't even thinking.

You know, sometimes
I need a woman stronger than myself...

to get me back on the right track.

Oh. I'm strong like that.

[Audience]
Go on, girl.!

Fine, but a woman shouldn't
have to lead a man around by the...

I mean, a man should take it
upon himself to wash the dishes...

do the laundry
and the vacuuming if need be.

- [Audience] Go on, boy.!
- That's the kind of man I like.

Well, how do you feel about a man
who takes care of children?

Oh, yes. There's something about
a man holding dirty diapers in his hands.

Mm-hmm! Makes me
just weak in the knees.

Takes care of the children?
Excuse me.

I want to have the children...

as you can see in my book...

She's Having My Baby...
Why Can't I?

- Go on, boy!
- I just want to have a baby so badly.

I want to experience it
the natural way.

I'm sorry, Shiwanda. I didn't mean
to get emotional on the show.

Let it go.

It's just that...

- when I think about the beauty...
- Mm-hmm.

- Of holding a baby against your breast...
- Mm-hmm.

- All swelled with milk...
- Mm-hmm.

And that I'll never know...
that kind of joy.

- Go on, girl.
- [Audience] Go on, girl.!

Breast swelled with milk?
What a wuss.

Excuse me?

Oh, don't let him get to you, Lionel.

There's nothing at all wrong with having
a highly developed feminine sensibility.

Why, some of my best friends are...

- Shut up. I'm no wuss, man.
- Oh, yeah? Prove it.

- Oh, now...
- Last month I slept with women.

- That's nothing to be proud of.
- It sure isn't.

That's an easy afternoon for me, buddy.

Yeah, well, I guess it takes
a little longer to get from job to job...

- when you're moving heavy equipment.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah!

Men are all alike.

You know, you two aren't at all sensitive.

You're as bad as all the rest.
I mean, really.

We got books to sell!

[Audience]
Get out, boy.!

- Shut up!
- Girlfriends, there you have it.

Now we know what they really think
and what they think with.

Uh-huh.
I make you this promise:

No more men on
Go On Girl.

- Yeah, you love it!
- Yeah, you love it!

- Good night, everybody.
- [Audience] Go on, girl.!

Legally repressing my "ballsitude,"

I've retracted my "godads"
with gigantic proportions.

And the signing
of the prohibition, you see...

defecates the fluids of the tension...

between the essence of
the Euro intercourse, you see.

[Woman] A. T. + T. Allows you
to reach out and touch someone...

even when they
don't get out much.

Right, exactly.
Okay, brother, okay.

- See, all you're doing right now...
- Uh-huh.

- Is flatulating your liquids, okay...
- That's pretty good.

- Because I believe it was h*m* erectus...
- Right.

- That said to expose
the hemorrhoidal ramification...
- Uh-huh.

- Would merely delineate the colonic orifice...
- Ooh!

Thereby separating the gluteus
from the maximus.

- Well, h*m* was very deep...
- Uh-huh.

- But you seem to masticate
the proclamation, my brother...
- Okay.

Because the gastrointestinal phlebitis...

- prostigates the "crustation" of the colostomy...
- Okay.

- If that's your bag.
- Uh-huh, for sure!

Right. And further "hindrant"
the pyorrhea, which has...

- Excuse me?
- Uh, you got me, brother.

- The diarrhea.
- Okay.

Moving toward the angina or "bagina"...

- depending on how much time you got.
- Man, you are Metamucil.

I know, I know.

♪♪ [Woman Singing]

♪♪ [Hip-hop]

All right.
[Laughs]

Welcome back to the
Miss Black Person U.S.A. Beauty Pageant...

at the Lola Falana Recreational Center...

in beautiful downtown
Motown, Detroit City.

Give yourselves a hand, would ya?
All right.

Now, I'm your host,
Mr. Lamar Hightower.

Would you give it up for me?

Thank you so much.

Now, we're getting much closer
to that very big moment.

But now let's take time to review...

the swimsuit and talent
competition, shall we?

Beautiful, aren't they?
Give them another hand, y'all.

[Applause]

Look here, it's time for the talent...

and these girls have plenty of it.

First up, reciting an original
poem entitled "The Butterfly,"

the Windy City's very own...

- Zahara Nariba Patterson.
- [Bongo Drumming]

I... am... Africa!

A tear...

falls from my...

[Lamar]
Next, from the balsa wood capital of America...

performing an exciting
new rendition of Shaft...

Charlotte, North Carolina's own
Lahonda Watkins.

Give it up.

♪♪ [Soul]

[Lamar] And finally, performing
an original song entitled "I Am Woman,"

Oaktown, California's own
Miss Alfreda Hill.

♪ I am wo-wo-woman ♪

♪ Woman am I
Woman are you ♪

♪ I look in the mirror
and I see woman ♪

♪ You look in my eyes
and you see woman ♪

♪ Woman, woman, woman, woman ♪

♪ Feline, feminine
fantastical ♪

♪ I am wo... ♪

♪♪ [Sustaining Note]

♪ Man ♪♪

All right.
Everybody having fun?

I know I am.
All right, y'all.

Look here, we would show y'all
the other two contestants' talent segments...

but since we running out of time and
they ain't gonna win anyway, who cares?

Now that you know
who our final three contestants are...

- let's get to the judges' questions, shall we?
- [Applause]

If you could run the world,
what would you do different?

I believe all people are nice...

even though they
get mad sometimes.

My personal hero is
someone who never got mad...

who always turned
the other cheek...

the Reverend
Martin Luther King, Jr.

- Thank you.
- All right. Thank you.

If you were stranded
on a desert island...

- what are the things you'd bring along?
- That'll definitely be...

the teachings of the Reverend
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.!

Please define the word "joy."

Joy, sir?

I do not know the meaning of the word.

But the Reverend Martin Luther King did.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you, ladies.
Give 'em a hand, would you?

Hey, y'all, guess what time it is.

It's time to announce the winner.

Judges, I don't envy you,
but give me the answer.

- [Bongo Drumming]
- Ooh, I'm nervous.

Our second runner-up...

Charlotte, North Carolina's own
Lahonda Watkins.

[Applause]

First runner-up, and in the event
that something should happen...

to our new
Miss Black Person U.S. A...

you will, of course,
be required to assume the crown...

Chicago's own
Zahara Nariba Patterson.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Black Person U.S.A., Alfreda Hill.!

- Congratulations!
- [Shouting]

♪ Hey, Miss
Black Person U.S.A. ♪

- ♪ You're the finest in the land ♪
- [Shouting, Indistinct]

♪ Hey, Miss
Black Person U.S.A. ♪

♪ Like a big, sweet
honey-glazed ham ♪

♪ Brown and lovely ♪

♪ Like a bottle
of ancient wine ♪

♪ Know what you got ♪

♪Just look at that big behind ♪

♪ What a bouquet
Miss Black Person U.S.A. ♪

♪ She's black
Ain't no taking her back ♪♪

Thank you very much.

Tommy, you do the honors, man.

Yo, we'll see you next week
on In Living Color. Chillin'!

Oh, damn!

♪ You can do what you wanna do ♪♪