EXT. ZOO — RHINO EXHIBIT — DAY
RED the rhino, with LOU and MANNY, crows. Manny squats on top of Red’s horn.
Naw, dawg. See, the brown ones,
they got some muthafuggin’ Rocky
Road shit goin’ on, know what I
mean? Don’t get no cream for no
busted fillings. Can’t sieve that
shit, don’t swallow.
‘Ey, ‘ey, don’t be knockin’ no
Roads. See, the crunch—the
crunch, see—is what does it. Ain’t
got dat, ain’t cream.
Trust a guy, uh? A bird knows.
Sure, Manny, sure, but—
See? Da’s what I don’t get ‘boutch
y’all muthafuggin’ crows. Shit ain’t
“gourmet,” you ain’t eat. Thoughts
y’all were “scavengers”…
No, see—what it is—
What it is is—
Know what? Fuck y’all. Gets outta
here. Ain’t got time for no posers.
Got a point—got a point, see—but—
‘Ey, guy ain’t get a beak on a cone
every day. Last you wanna do is go
What he means—what he means—
Know what y’all’s fuggin’ problems
is? Mouths be too big for yo head.
Can’t taste nothin’, can’t hear
nothin’—least of all yisself over
‘Ey! Even crows got a line dey ain’t
Manny—Manny—he just means—
But so yous’a know, not like dey’s
creams I don’t like. Dey’s is. Jus’…
bird’s gotta have his priorities.
Foo’, lemme tell you ‘boutch yo
punk-ass “priorities.” Y’all’d suck
down fuggin’ glass if it was coated.
Red—Red—you should know, you
Fact, I’ma finds you piece a glass
right heres, right now. See how
much you like yo fuggin’ “crunch”…
Ah, Jesus, Manny, Jesus…