William: Alright, okay… If we could pass forward a few years---
Fred: Yo and then at super fly junior high, yo, that was dope! Because of mrs Johnson’s seven grade English class where I met and started imitating my first real black person, yo, that was cool… Hey, yo, there’s one right now!
(
Fred starts walking towards the waiter)
Fred: Yo, wassup! Wassup, my brother, wassup!?! Wassup, yo! Oh, wassup, man! Wassup?!
Waiter: Hello, who you’re doing.
Fred: Yo.
(
Fred hits his chest)
Fred: Feel your pain, yo, feel your pain.
Waiter: Alright, that’s nice. Sign for this?
(
Fred takes waiter’s pencil and bill, throws them on the floor and starts hugging and slapping him)
Fred: Show me some love, man! Wassup!? Wassup, man!
(Cut to
Fred doing some stupid brake dance moves)
Fred: Alright, yoyoyo! Everybody, check this out! William Miller, check this out! Ready?
(
Fred “brakes” on some pizza boxes)