Twelve, eleven, ten--
hurry, Jr.!
Wake up! Wake up!
Four, three, two, one!
Happy Black History Month!
This is why you woke us up?
It took me four Budweisers to get to sleep.
You've been pre-partying?!
♪ Black history ♪
♪ Month ♪
♪ Black history! ♪ ♪ Month! ♪
What's happening?
Is this real life?
Is this gonna be forever?
♪ For we're a jolly good race ♪
♪ For we're a jolly good race... ♪
So how many beers had you had when you agreed to marry him?
Eight.
♪ My name is Cleveland Brown ♪
♪ And I am proud to be ♪
♪ Right back in my hometown ♪
♪ With my new family ♪
♪ There's old friends and new friends ♪
♪ And even a bear ♪
♪ Through good times and bad times ♪
♪ It's true love we share ♪
♪ And so I found a place ♪
♪ Where everyone will know ♪
♪ My happy mustached face ♪
♪ This is The Cleveland Show. ♪
-- Sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
The Cleveland Show 1x19 Brown History Month Original Air Date on May 9, 2010
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I am the greatest!
Thank you, Dylan.
Well, I think it's obvious
that Dylan would make the best Muhammad Ali
on our float in the Unity Parade.
Obama's in the house, y'all!
Stimulus package.
Shut up, Biden.
Give me a cigarette.
Oh, Rallo, I'm so sorry,
but I already promised Hot Wheels
he could play President Obama.
I'm more Barack than you'll ever be,
and more Michelle than you'll ever get!
Ooh, ooh!
The audacity of Hot Wheels!
In the spirit of President Obama,
I'm gonna accept that with a calm,
almost medicated equanimity.
I'll just go ahead and be one of the other black presidents.
Actually, I want to be the first black president.
Who was it?
Rallo, Barack Hussein Obama
is the first black president.
What?!
Washington wasn't black?
No. Jefferson?
No.
If Rutherford B. Hayes wasn't a brother,
I don't know what's up!
Well, who were all the black people voting for back then?
For a long time they weren't allowed to vote, Rallo.
They were slaves.
What?!
Do-Do people know about this?
This is an inexcusable outrage!
I want every black person to listen up.
And that means everyone.
I want you to rise up
and find the nearest white-owned home or business and burn...
♪ ♪
Jr., would you like the honor of flipping the switch?
There he is!
What do you think, Donna?
I think black history is American history
and shouldn't be celebrated just one month a year.
I also think I don't want my house
looking like Lionel Jefferson.
Why didn't anybody tell me
about the travesties our people have been subjected to?
Slavery. Couldn't vote.
Condoleezza Rice.
What else don't I know?
A man plants his seed in a woman.
Man, growin' up today.
Our people are making strides.
The Aunt Jemima label is less racist than in days past.
Are you kidding me?
What? I like it
on my buttery pancakes. What?!
Ooh, I could go for some pancakes.
Did somebody say "pancakes"?
Mmm.
Man, you're a fat sellout.
What did I expect from you?
You let your stepdaughter date a white boy,
you let your son date a white boy.
That's impossible.
Me and Ernie are both boys!
That doesn't make any sense.
You work for a white guy.
You ride around all day in a truck with a white guy.
You drink with white guys.
And a bear.
A black bear?
His father was a black bear.
His mother, a kangaroo.
So call him what you will.
Well, your boy Lester's definitely a straight-up racist.
Look at that!
The flag?
Oh, he's just expressing
his rich cultural tradition of dumbassedness.
CLEVELAND JR. Two boys!
Mrs. Lowenstein told me what that flag means.
You're pathetic for being friends with him.
You're worse than Uncle Thomas the Tank Engine.
I reckon I'll take you where these here tracks go, sir.
Thank you, Uncle Thomas.
You're a clean, articulate train.
Just get your white ass on board.
What's that, Thomas?
Uh, uh, choo-choo!
Where you going, sellout convention?
I am going to see my friends, Rallo.
Oh, including Lester, the racist?
Why don't you ask him what he thinks
about Seal and Heidi Klum?
The recording artist who sang "Kiss from a Rose"
from the Batman Forever soundtrack
and the German supermodel I think about
during self-exploration?!
Black History Month!
Where's our White History Month?
Where's our White Panthers?
Where's the White & Decker cordless sander?
You don't have an answer to that, do you?
Lester, how do you feel about Seal and Heidi Klum?
I'm glad you asked, Cleveland.
I don't think a man with his skin
should be with a woman like that.
When you say, "his skin, " do you mean color or texture?
I don't think I like your tone, Cleveland.
When you say, "my tone, " do you mean the tone of my voice,
or the tone of my skin?
I'm too drunk to fully understand what you just asked,
but you're pissing me off.
You and that black mustache of yours.
How dare you judge me by the color of my mustache!
♪ ♪
Take this, you honky cracker!
This is for not letting us have more offensive racial slurs
than "honky" and "cracker"!
Someone clean up the trash!
Wait, wait, wait.
Someone clean up the white trash.
Yeah, that's better.
Look, I didn't want to hit him.
But I couldn't let him get away with it, Donna.
Well, all right, old man!
Finally taking the fight to whitey himself.
I didn't know you had it in you.
No, Rallo.
I shouldn't have resorted to violence.
Violence is never the answer.
Unless the question is, "What is never the answer?"
Cleveland Brown?
That's me.
We are investigating a racial incident
which took place at The Broken Stool last night.
Oh, Lester didn't mean anything by that mess.
I'm afraid that's not why we're here, Mr. Brown.
According to multiple eyewitnesses,
you were seen assaulting Mr. Lester Krinklesac.
What?!
Apparently you also referred
to Mr. Krinklesac as a--
ma'am you may want to cover the child's ears for this--
a "honky" and a "cracker."
You make me sick.
You're under arrest.
For what? Hate crime.
A hate cr...?! Wha...?!
I'm gonna call my lawyer.
Uh, Cleveland Brown for Len Stein.
He's not?
He's sitting Shivah for his dead aunt?
He'll be out for two weeks?!
You tell that bagel muncher he's a dead man!
You hear me? A dead ma--
I'm sorry for his loss.
You watch, he's still gonna charge me for that call.
Mmm, check out my man,
all smooth and sexy-lookin'
like Blair Underwood goin' to court in L.A. Law.
Or Denzel in Philadelphia, but the point is,
how dare Lester accuse me of a hate crime?
That's like the Twilight movies
lining up to see a bunch of fat girls.
It's all backwards!
You're a hero, old man.
You wouldn't believe how many white college kids
bought these T-shirts.
Let me see that?
Hanes Beefy Tees? How much?
$20. All right.
Give me two for 35?
I want to get one for my wife.
Yeah, I'll give you two for 35.
You got a woman's large?
Look, there's Lester now.
Geez, Lester.
Overact much?
That's verbal assault! Verbal assault!
Witness!
Hi, Ernie, you want a bite of my candy necklace?
Do I?!
You're coming with me.
You keep your weird son away from my weird son!
So, I think you'll find, Your Honor,
that like most hate crimes,
this was nothing but a big misunderstanding.
Huh? You know what?
It's such a nice day, why don't we have court outside?
He's the coolest judge.
Your Excellency...
Oh-oh, hang on.
I felt a drop.
You feel that, Tony? Yeah.
Yeah, me, too.
And I can't eat,
I can't sleep.
I live in constant fear.
Plus, with my sprained finger, I can't fiddle or whittle.
I mean, this guy messed me up bad.
My teeth used to be straight.
That's an outright lie!
Oh, so now all white people are liars!
No, just you!
And George W. Bush.
There. I said it.
Do with me what you will.
Order in the court! Order in the--
Oh, ah, bummer.
Left my gavel outside.
Nope, got it right here.
Cheers, man.
Anyway, listen, I've heard enough.
So, I-I know you dudes are all,
"Okay, Judge Dave, what is the sentence?"
All right, all right, get this.
I sentence you both to build a float--
together-- for the Stoolbend Unity Parade.
What?! What?!
Classic Judge Dave.
He really thinks outside the box,
like the editors of Time magazine.
We could do a story on computers.
What? Computers.
So... uh...
this is fun.
The-the two musketeers!
Who says we need Lester and Cleveland to have a good time?
I wish Cleveland and Lester
would kiss and make out already.
I once tried to kiss Josh Lucas.
Didn't go for it. Punched me.
Told him I was doing a bit. Didn't believe me.
Told him he was more handsome than a young Paul Newman.
Then he kissed me. Weird night.
Never doing shrooms again.
Turns out it wasn't Josh Lucas.
Yeah, okay.
Aw, dawg!
Liquid ice!
What? Roberta, why can't you just date a black guy?
Do I look white or Asian?
Yo, sis, you got to be more like Cleveland--
he's the real deal.
He knows how to stand up to The Man.
By doing arts and crafts with him?
What?! People are crazy!
We need some racial justice around here!
I guess if a man wants to see any real change in this world,
he has to take it upon himself to...
Rallo, you're blocking the TV!
TV ANNOUNCER: In honor of Black History Month,
tonight's episode of Flavor of Love
will be shown without commercial interruption.
I'm gonna take that flag down by any means necessary.
Our people have come too far.
FLAVOR FLAV Yeah, boyeee...!
Rallo! You're gonna miss your bus!
Don't want to be late for the Unity Parade!
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Let's get this thing over with.
Look, Cleveland, let's just get through this,
and we never have to talk to each other again.
Fine. Soon I will only stare down at you eerily
from my attic window.
♪ ♪
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no!
Timber...!
Oh, my Lord...
I think I crushed another dog.
Help...!
Help! Somebody help!
Dang, you're a lot of lady.
Is that you, Jesus?
No! It's me, Rallo!
Don't rob us!
We ain't got no cash!
That bagel muncher Len Stein
got us all tied up in mortgage-backed securities!
What?! I'm not a thief!
I'm just here to steal your flag.
Now, get off me!
I can't move!
My Rascal is my legs.
And my arms.
And, too often, my toilet.
Oh, Princess!
Thank God!
Bring Mama the phone.
El telefono.
Bring it to Mama.
Stupid possum.
Aah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Welcome, minorities, to the 2010 Stoolbend Unity Parade.
The parade has been a Stoolbend tradition
since Virginia became the last state in the nation
to officially abolish slavery earlier this year.
Hey, Gilbert Grape's mom.
Yeah?
I'm hungry.
Me, too.
If you was on death row,
what would your last meal be?
Oh, what, I'm gonna end up on death row because I'm black?
No. I said it because my peepaw was on death row,
and his last meal was 77 mozzarella sticks.
They never made it to the chair.
Massive coronary.
But that was peepaw!
Popcorn shrimp.
What, now?
That'd be my last meal- popcorn shrimp.
I love popcorn scrimps!
Getting hard to find these days, though.
Yeah, if they close down one more Red Lobster,
I'm gonna have to kill somebody.
And then you'd end up on death row.
Like your peepaw.
And then you could order...
popcorn scrimps! Popcorn shrimp!
I got to say, Mrs. Krinklesac,
I misjudged you.
You may be a backwoods redneck cracker,
but you're all right.
Oh, Rallo,
I take back what I said about Katrina.
Uh-huh.
What's that?
Oh, no! It's my diabetes buzzer!
I need sugar, or I'll go into a coma
and you'll be crushed!
What do you mean?
I've been arching my back
to keep some of my weight off you.
But I'm starting to get weary.
Oh, no!
I hope they just say I died under a woman
and leave it at that.
And here we have our third court-ordered float,
"Working Together,"
featuring the duo behind Stoolbend's
most recent hate crime,
Cleveland Brown and Lester Krinklesac.
And look who they've got on the float.
It's Robert Parish and Larry Bird.
Flashing back to the '90s,
there's Dave Matthews and his weird violinist guy.
And Madonna and Barbaro.
Just another quarter-mile
and I don't have to be tolerant ever again.
The Chief! You're burning the Chief!
You did that on purpose!
You bastard!
Without that mustache, he's hideous!
Mrs. Tubbs?
What are you doing here?
I thought Rallo was missing school
to tend to your bad sore throat, which makes you sound
exactly like Rallo on the phone.
What?! Rallo never came to school today?
Where is he?
♪ ♪
Don't worry, Rallo.
Mama's on her way.
As a mother, this is not even
the most stressful thing I've done today.
Oh! The darkness is closing in.
I'm comin', Peepaw!
I'm comin', Dale, Sr.!
No. Don't you die on me, Mrs. K!
Stay with me and I'll make sure we get that popcorn shrimp.
With side orders?
You bet. Cheese biscuits,
onion rings, hush puppies...
Oh, hush puppies!
You're getting me all hot and juicy.
What?! You're making me sweat!
Oh, man, you're not kidding.
Wait a minute!
If you keep sweating like this,
I can probably slide myself out.
Well, then keep naming sides.
Uh, macaroni and cheese,
bread, baked potatoes...
Describe them!
They're huge and fluffy
and covered in butter and cheese...
Oh, yeah!
And bacon bits
and sour cream and ice cream
and Pop-Tarts and Fun Dip.
Are you close? Yes!
Faster!
Cocoa Puffs. Lucky Charms.
Marshmallows. Maple syrup.
Peppermints. Beef.
Uh, cookie dough, uh...
jar of lard.
Cheez-Its. Funyuns. What do they call those
fried jalapeño cheese things?
Poppers!
Oh, my God! Rallo!
Kendra!
What did you do to her, you little rascal?
Which one of the Little Rascals?
I think you know.
Lester, stop!
He saved my life. He what?
If it wasn't for Rallo, I'd be dead.
But thanks to him, the doctor says
I'm gonna be perfectly fine.
I definitely did not say that.
Your wife has severe type-2 diabetes
and cholesterol that cannot be measured
by current science.
Your boy saved my Kendra.
You know, uh,
maybe you're not so bad after all.
I accept your apology.
I didn't apologize.
You don't have to. And neither do I.
It's just who we are.
I'm probably gonna keep saying dumb crap,
'cause I don't know any better.
And I'll be here to fly off the handle
and slap you around when you do.
Friends again?
Course we are.
Oh, and it would mean a lot to Rallo
if you took down that Confederate flag.
Confederate flag? What's that?
That there's my Dukes of Hazzard flag
signed by Roscoe P. Coltrane hisself.
You don't know what the Confederate flag stands for, do you?
Nope.
Do you know what "KKK" stands for?
Kendra Krystal Krinklesac. Huh?!
Maybe they should have a White History Month.