Phil comes to realize that his past is part of who he is and what he's accomplished. It looks like we don't have a Synopsis for this title yet. Be the first to contribute! Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Synopsis submission guide. Sign In. Jump to: Summaries 3. Getting Started Contributor Zone ». You're not welcome here, so I'd like it if you just got the hell outta my crib! Jazz : You're not even gonna bother to throw me out? Will: Man, you don't know how lucky you are.
You can be with your father whenever you want. You can eat with him and argue with him. He's there for you. You know where my father is? Carlton: Look, I don't wanna see my father with tubes up his nose, okay? Will: There's gonna come a time when all he has is tubes up his nose. Will: Everybody's father!!! Carlton: Dad, if you were a policeman and you saw a car driving two miles an hour, wouldn't you stop it? Phil: I asked myself that question the first time I was stopped.
Good night, son. Will: All I know, is that somebody real close to me, that I love a whole lot, could be dead right now.
And it'd be all my fault Uncle Phil : Hey, I just heard the good news! Well, how can he be suspended? He just got a full scholarship!
I'll, uh I'll call you back. Uncle Phil : Carlton Tell me you didn't threaten to kill the man from Princeton.
Carlton I can't. Carlton : towards Will You get everything you want without even trying! Hattie : You really wanna know how I feel? I'l tell you. I'm angry, Zeke. Hattie : Because he promised he'd never leave me. Crazy as it may seem, I believed him. One morning last month, I woke up early. Am I tripping, or does this remind you of the last episode of Family Ties?
Daddy, didn't I send you money for a new suit? You're looking at it. When you sent that money me and my buddy Leroy went down to the dry goods store and we each got a suit, a fishing rod, and some radial tires. Well, I guess I better get to fixing supper. This is what I'll be needing. We are going to have pork chops, collard greens baked macaroni, and sweet potato pie. Have mercy! Grandma, Grandpa, you want to go see our swimming pool?
That's a good idea. Growing up, my Zeke always did love our swimming hole. He would strip down to his birthday suit and dive right in. Granny, please. It's almost dinnertime. He just loved his skinny-dipping, him and Melvin. I don't think we want to hear anything Au contraire, Dad.
The Melvin stories are priceless. I have plenty stories about my Zeke. Let's start with those. It's in the morning, Will. Look, Granny, please don't tell Uncle Phil. I'm just a little bit past my curfew.
How much is a little? Let's just say I went out after I was supposed to be in. What are you doing up so late? Child, I had to get up and get breakfast started. I don't know what you all got that Geoffrey for. Granny, I really like you. You and Grandpa, you have fun. You tell jokes. Hey, look, Granny, it's late, everybody's asleep. You can level with me.
Uncle Phil's adopted, right? Now, we're real proud of Zeke. No, I didn't know that, but I'd love to have some details about that. Won it four years running. They had to retire his slop bucket. Slop bucket? I can't wait till he wakes up. Respect your elders, son.
See, I beat you. You know, he was the first Black president of the Young Farmers. I beat you again. You know, then, we also had those White rest rooms? I remember this one time we was downtown and Zeke had had too much lemonade and suddenly he just lit out from me and split right into that White rest room. They told him to leave, but little Zeke just stood his ground.
Uncle Phil did that? Look here, I beat you again. All right, that reporter's going to be here any minute. Does everybody remember what they're supposed to say? What is this, the von Trapp family?
I'm not about to parrot compliments for the benefit of some reporter. Let's not be naive, Vivian. I've dealt with the press before. If you don't rehearse what you're going to say, they eat you alive. At the forefront of the civil rights movement.
You were asleep, son. Sorry, Dad. All of Grandma's pies last night and waffles this morning. I just crashed. I've got the sugar blues. I'm this close to a crying jag. Melissa Klein, sir. LA Press, "Urban Beat. My wife Vivian my son Carlton, my daughters Hilary and Ashley. Pleased to meet you. So where's the photographer? Let's begin the interview, shall we? Banks, you're best known as the lawyer who won the landmark housing discrimination case Winston vs.
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