Karen… Sasheer Zamata
David… Taran Killam
Jay Pharoah[Starts with Karen and David in the bar booth]
Karen: It’s not a big deal. Just let it go.[David is having a beer]
David: Uh-uh. I’m just gonna talk to him man to man.[David starts walking]
Karen: Promise me you won’t lose your temper.[Karen reaches to Morgan and Jay]
Karen: Excuse me. Excuse me![Morgan turns around]
Morgan: Yeah, wad up?
Karen: My girlfriend says you made some inappropriate comments when she walked by? We have a problem?[Jay talks to Morgan]
Jay: Yo! I know you’re not gonna let a man talk to you like this.
Morgan: Nah! There ain’t no problem. Lovely dove is looking good. Just thought I let her know.
Karen: Let’s just go.
David: Yeah, the thing is she doesn’t need you to let her know anything.
Morgan: Who do you think you talking to?
David: I’m pretty sure I’m talking to you.
Morgan: You wanna tangle with something?
David: Let’s dance right now, bro.
Morgan: Then it’s a good thing I got on my dancing shoes boy! Your lead.
David: After you buddy.
Morgan: [raising his arms] Grab my waist
David: What? Grab your waist?
Morgan: Your lead, fool.[Karen pulls David away]
Karen: I don’t think he wants to fight. I think he actually wants to dance.
Morgan: You’re damn right I do.
David: No. It’s just a euphemism, Karen.
Karen: No, but look at his shoes.[Cut to Morgan’s shoes. He is wearing ballet dancing shoes.] [David walks to Morgan again]
David: Alright, look. Can we just say what we really mean for a second?
Morgan: Now you wanna talk? What happened to all that dancing you promised though?
Karen: This is just a big misunderstanding.
Morgan: If you don’t want to try on me man, then just be a man and say it. You don’t wanna take me bro? You don’t wanna put a rose in my mouth?
David: No! No, I don’t wanna do any of those things. Look, you don’t– I don’t even know how to tango.
Morgan: You wanna learn?
Morgan: Why? You scared?
David: What? No!
Morgan: [yelling] Then put your hands on my waist!
David: I thought you wanted to fight.
Morgan: In these shoes?
David: Forget I said anything. Karen, let’s get our of here.[Karen and David walk away]
Morgan: Oh, I see what’s going on here now. You see the baggy clothes, the hooded sweatshirt, and all you think is I’m some type of thug.
Karen: We didn’t mean that.
Morgan: You sound just like my pops. All I ever wanted to do was dance, lady! I come in by every night. I lean on this jukebox every night hoping that someday someone wants to share the magical rhythm with me. Not with these. [showing his fists] But with these. [showing his ballet dancing shoes]
Karen: It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. Sir, I’ll dance with you.
Morgan: No. It’s gotta be him. [pointing at David] I can’t lead. I don’t know how. And you can’t give me.
Karen: David?[Morgan looks very sad. David feels for him.]
David: Alright. I’ll tango with you.
Morgan: [smiling] Word?
David: [laughing] Yes, word.[Jay plays a music for tango] [David and Morgan are ready to dance]
Morgan: alright, grab my waist.[David grabs Morgan’s waist]
Ou! Not that hard.[David and Morgan start dancing] [The End]