It's just your jive talkin'. You're telling me lies, yeah.
Jive talkin', you wear a disguise.
Jive talkin', so misunderstood, yeah.
Jive talkin', you're really no good.
First Jive Dude: Shiiiiit, maaaaan. That honky muf' be messin' mah old lady... got to be runnin' cold upside down his head, you know?
Second Jive Dude: Hey home', I can dig it. Know ain't gonna lay no mo' big rap up on you, man!
First Jive Dude: I say hey, sky... subba say I wan' see...
Second Jive Dude: Uh-huh.
First Jive Dude: ...pray to J I did the same ol' same ol'!
Second Jive Dude: Hey... knock a self a pro, Slick! That gray matter backlot perform us DOWN, I take TCB-in', man!
First Jive Dude: Hey, you know what they say: see a broad to get dat booty yak 'em...
Both Jive Dudes: ...leg 'er down a smack 'em yak 'em!
First Jive Dude: Col' got to be! Y'know? Shiiiiit.
"You think you got the juice? Show your bling and let me shine you!"
— Dimitri, Sly 2: Band Of Thieves
Narrator: In the hip-hop world, you want to be phat.
Goofy: Fat!? It's these pants, right?
Narrator: You want to be fly.
Goofy: It's open!? (covers crotch)
Narrator: You want to relax, homie.
Goofy: Who's homely!?
Narrator: You want to get down with your bad self.
— House of Mouse, "How to be Groovy, Cool and Fly"
Back to bed Slade goes, only to be awoken again by his radio. Remember how I mentioned that it was a gimmick that played stuff to let you know the era we’re about to visit? Well, it’s now playing, and I don’t even know if my brain can convince my fingers to type this, DISCO MUSIC. That can mean only one thing: we’re about to enter THE FUTURE. Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you this film’s version of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come. Or as I like to call him... THE DISCO PIMP OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE!
"The Luke Cage comic had some problems. He had all the rage of a revolutionary 70s black man, but angry black men in the 70s didn't write no jive funny books. And from the looks of his jibba jabba, I don't think they even had one around to do part-time consulting. So at any given time, Luke Cage may or may not have been saying things that mean anything. Then this nonsense moon language was sent to people even more square where they put it through a filter to make sure it was rated G. This may be why every panel of every issue, Luke Cage punctuates his sentences by putting his fist through all nearby objects. Because it's hard to express your anger at the establishment when your mouth only forms kindergarten Madlibs."