Yasmine: You're daughter's getting cyberbullied.
Myles: Oh, no, they didn't.
These little trolls need to learn a lesson.
Dylan: This one will really hit them!
Yasmine: Myles! Dylan: I didn't tell him
to say that one!
Myles: People think they can say anything
when they are anonymous.
Yasmine: You're not. You're logged in.
Myles: So they all know this is from me?
Dylan: Busted! Myles: It's funny how outraged
you all are about what I said to your kids,
but what about the things your kids said
to my precious daughter?
It's easy to do what's right when people are watching.
The true test of character is what you do
when no one is watching.
Rebecca: I was gonna hide from this.
Thank you for teaching me to stand up.
Myles: You're welcome, baby girl.
This is awful!
- What? - I can't figure this out.
What's so complicated about it?
It says that "Mary walks her dog miles
"to get to the store.
"If Mary's dog was walking a mile an hour,
how long did it take Mary to get to the store?"
Hmm. Mary needs a car.
I know. Right?
So...what's the answer?
Wait. You don't know the answer to that?
No, I don't.
Don't ask me.
What?! Why not tell me?
That's your homework, kid.
If I give you the answers, I won't be helping you.
I'm here for you, man.
That's because you don't know the answers.
Really? Man, I know all the answers.
Why won't you help me then?
'Cause, son, I'm a businessman.
I need some incentive to help you.
What kind of incentive?
Mmm. Paper stacks.
Charlie: Here.
Dude, I was talking about dollar bills.
Let me explain it for you.
Cash, that green,
that good, good moolah.
Mmm. It's a lot of ways I can explain it.
Well, I don't have any.
Well, then I'm sorry, but I'm not
gonna be able to help you.
You know you're not right at all.
Man, people always got to hate on a genius.
[sighs]
♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪
♪ Ma knew I was important, not a regular guy ♪
♪ Everybody follow me, I'mma take you on a trip ♪
♪ Buckle up, let's go, I'mma getchu all hip ♪
♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-town ♪
♪ Livin' large, I'm tryna balance school and these bars ♪
♪ Came far, ain't no better feelin' ♪
♪ I tell 'em, "You gon love Young Dylan" ♪
♪ Young Dylan Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dylan
Dylan: Dylan! ♪ Young Dylan
Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dylan Dylan: ♪ Ay! Get 'em, Dylan
♪ I tell 'em, "You gon love Young Dylan" ♪
Charlie: Mom, can you help me with my homework?
Yasmine: Yes, honey, I will, but I have
a video conference with corporate,
and then I need to dinner started.
Charlie: How long will that take?
Dylan: Mmm. I have seen her cooking.
She'll probably be all night,
and it still tastes horrible, like, ugh!
Yasmine: Honey, go and ask your dad.
Charlie: Dad, can you help me with my homework?
Myles: Uh, oh, son, I'm really sorry.
Yeah. I got a overseas video conference in minutes,
and I really need to get this done.
Charlie: But, Dad, I--
Myles: Son, son, can it wait a while, please?
Charlie: Well, I want to get it done!
Myles: Better yet. Uh, Dylan.
Dylan: Yo!
Myles: Hey. Have you finished with all your homework?
Dylan: Yeah. That was a breeze, bro.
See, Bethany? I'm a smart guy.
Myles: OK. Hey, smart guy, will help you your cousin?
Charlie: I already went down that road.
He said no.
Myles: Why'd he say no?
Charlie: Because I don't have stacks of paper.
Myles: What?
Wait, wait, wait. All that loose leaf paper
I just brought up to your room?
Charlie: Dad, get with it.
He's not talking about that.
Myles: OK. Well, what is he talking about?
Charlie: That moolah, that good, good moolah,
bread, Cheddar.
Myles: So he wants to make a sandwich?
Charlie: Money.
Myles: OK. Wait a minute.
So he wants you to pay him to help you?
Charlie: Yeah. Ask him.
Dylan: Stuff I'm feelin'.
Myles: Dylan.
Dylan: Yo.
Yes.
Myles: Why won't you help your cousin?
Dylan: How much you paying?
Myles: You know, it doesn't cost anything to be nice.
Dylan: Yes, it do.
Myles: It does. I mean, it doesn't.
Look. OK. What's it cost?
Dylan: No money for candy.
Myles: What are you talking about?
Will you help your cousin?
Dylan: I don't do free labor.
[Charlie groans]
Myles: OK. I'll pay you.
Dylan: For real?
Myles: Yeah. Picture this.
Picture a nice, big, old house.
Dylan: Oh. That's lit. Myles: Yeah, yeah.
With, uh, with your own personal chef.
Dylan: She gonna be cooking.
Myles: She gonna be cooking it up.
Dylan: Oh, wait!
You talking about all the stuff you already do!
Myles: You think?
Dylan: OK. I got you, fam. I got you.
Myles: Yeah, yeah. So help your cousin.
Thank you!
Dylan: Come on, son. I'mma help you.
Charlie: Let's go.
Rebecca: You sure that's a good idea?
Myles: Good idea? It's a great idea.
What do you want? What do you mean?
Rebecca: Are you sure he's getting it right at school?
Myles: I--well, I haven't gotten any complaints
from the teachers, so...
Bethany: There is a reason for that.
Myles: What?
Bethany: They don't know how to communicate with him.
Myles: Again, I say, what?
Rebecca: She's telling the truth, Dad.
Myles: Well, it can't be true.
Rebecca: Well, it is.
You should really go and talk to them.
Myles: Well, honey, I mean, you know,
they would call us.
Yasmine: Yes, they would.
Myles: Yeah. Right.
Yasmine: We better call them in the morning.
Myles: Or go by.
Yasmine: We should go over to the school.
Myles: It's a good thing we thought of it.
Yes. Independently... of each other.
Yasmine: Together.
Myles: Because we're such good friends.
Yasmine: We are. Myles: Aren't we though?
Yasmine: Aww! Myles: Aww!
Oh!
Yasmine: Well, how was that?
Myles: Uh...wow. Mmm.
Yeah. These, uh-- It was great.
Yasmine: Thank you.
Myles: Heh heh heh.
Dylan: You're gonna lie to a woman like that?
Yasmine: What's that?
Myles: He said, honey, that he loved them so much
he wants seconds.
Dylan: No. I did not say that.
Yasmine: Well, ladies, it's your turn to do the dishes.
Rebecca: Mom!
Yasmine: Yeah?
Rebecca: Look at the mess you left in the kitchen.
Yasmine: Well, I had to cook.
Rebecca: For the troops?
Yasmine: Just go.
Bethany: Well, I really need to be getting home.
Rebecca: Girl, I know you got time to help me.
Bethany: Ugh. OK, OK, fine.
Can you believe we have to go to school tomorrow?
Rebecca: We have to go to school every day.
Bethany: I know, but can you believe it?
Rebecca: I guess not.
I feel like we're on strikes with the principal
as it is with hall passes.
I wish we could just get some counterfeit ones.
Bethany: Girl, I know a guy.
Rebecca: I still don't know what I'm gonna say to Zuri.
Bethany: You still haven't spoken to him?
Rebecca: I'm getting to it.
Bethany: You'll get to old age first.
Rebecca: I just hope he doesn't think I'm weird.
Bethany: Why would he think you're weird?
You're not the one walking around with toilet paper
on your shoe not , not , but class periods.
Rebecca: Well, T.P. Bethany,
last time Zuri and I ate lunch together,
he said something that made me laugh so hard
milk sh*t out of my ears.
Bethany: That's not so weird.
Rebecca: Not my nose, Bethany, my ears.
Bethany: He won't think you're weird.
Rebecca: You really think so?
Bethany: Not really. I'm just trying to
make you feel better.
Rebecca: You are not helping.
Bethany: I'm helping with the dishes.
Rebecca: Well, I don't want to go to school tomorrow,
but since we have to, let's wear scarves
and dark glasses so nobody will recognize us.
Dylan: Well, I'd love to help y'all with chores,
but me and Charlie got some homework to do.
Charlie: We're already done.
Dylan: You snitch!
Charlie: I wasn't trying to be a snitch.
Yasmine: Are you?
Charlie: Yep. He made it so easy.
Myles: Huh. That's great. Thanks, Dylan.
Dylan: No problem. Well, I would love
to help y'all do the chores, but want to play poker?
Myles: What?
Dylan: Poker.
Myles: Uh, no. Why don't you take out the trash?
Dylan: Take out the trash?
Heh. Do you know who I am?
Myles: Uh, yeah. A kid who has chores in this house.
Dylan: Man, one day, that's gonna work.
Yasmine: I'm glad Dylan was able to help, Charlie.
Charlie: Me, too.
Myles: Me, .
He was able to help you, right?
Charlie: Yep. He had answers for everything.
Ms. Holt: OK. Let's review homework.
First question. How many miles did Mary walk?
Dylan, your answer.
Dylan: Who cares? Mary needs a car.
Ms. Holt: That is not the answer.
Charlie: Oh, no.
Ms. Holt: It looks like your answer's wrong, too.
It looks like all your answers are wrong, Charlie.
Charlie: Dylan, what did you do?
Ms. Holt: This is not good.
Charlie: You can say that again.
Ms. Holt: This is not good.
Dylan: OK, OK. Relax, relax.
Ms. Holt: Oh, you don't think you need to take this seriously?
Dylan: Look. I don't care about Mary.
I'm trying to get my rap career on point.
Ms. Holt: Your rap career? Dylan: Yeah.
Ms. Holt: OK. I'll tell you what.
Let's have...
a rap battle.
Dylan: Say what now, huh?
Ms. Holt: Yeah. I will battle you,
and if you win, you can take this home and do it again.
Charlie: What about me?
Ms. Holt: I'll let you both do it.
Charlie: OK. Do it, Dylan.
Dylan: Naw, Ma. You don't want to do that to yourself.
Charlie: Dylan.
Ms. Holt: Yeah, son. I'm trying to do that to myself.
Dylan: Are you serious right now?
Ms. Holt: Yeah.
Dylan: Oh, OK, OK, OK, OK.
Ms. Holt: ♪ Spit your game
Dylan: OK.
♪ My name is Young Dylan, I don't need this class ♪
♪ By the time I'm , I'll be riding with pizzazz ♪
♪ With my house on the lake and my rollie dime bizzle ♪
♪ You just be out here tryin' to teach in the middle ♪
[cheering]
♪ OK, I'm a teacher, I've heard this before ♪
♪ You think that you're special ♪
♪ But you need to learn more
♪ You got some talent, that I can see ♪
♪ What you don't understand is how much you need me ♪
[kids cheering]
Dylan: ♪ I don't need you, I told you what I do ♪
♪ You standing there looking like it's truly hurting you ♪
♪ You out of your league, you don't even know it ♪
♪ Keep coming at me
♪ Because your weakness just keeps showing ♪
Charlie: Ooh!
Ms. Holt: ♪ Look here, my little Young MC ♪
♪ Don't you see the problem with you and me? ♪
♪ I got the knowledge, so power I got it ♪
♪ You might have the talent but don't have the wallet ♪
♪ So better learn quick before I hit you with this slip ♪
♪ If you don't be careful
♪ You'll be broke before you know it ♪
[kids groaning and cheering]
Bew bew bew!
I can go all day.
Dylan: You're pretty good.
[whispers] What the?
Ms. Holt: Hey. I have an idea.
What about we rap the answers
to all these questions?
Dylan: Hmm. That's dope.
Ms. Holt: Come on up, Dylan. We'll teach the class a rap
that will answer all of these equations.
Charlie: Go on.
Ms. Holt: ♪ Or are you chicken?
- Ooh! - Yeah!
Dylan: Calm down, calm down, calm down.
I got this. Let's go.
Ms. Holt: Oh, come on. Let's go. Hey!
♪ I say Ms., you say holt ♪
- ♪ Ms. - Holt?
Ms. Holt: Yeah. We'll take-- awesome. Let's go.
Girls.
Rebecca: Yes?
Matthews: What's with the scarves and glasses?
Rebecca: Oh, sorry.
Matthews: That is not a part of your uniform.
Bethany: We know.
Matthews: Then why are you wearing it?
Bethany: Aren't they chic?
Better than toilet paper.
T.P. Bethany who?
Matthews: Take them off.
Rebecca: Do we have to?
Matthews: Take them off. Take them off now.
Now hurry and get to class.
Rebecca: Yes, Principal Matthews.
Bethany: Right away.
Rebecca: What are we gonna do now?
Bethany: I don't know.
Rebecca: You said this would work.
Bethany: Why do you always listen to me?
You have to stop doing that.
Rebecca: It's starting to become a problem.
- Oh, no. - What?
- I see Zuri. - Where?
Rebecca: Right there!
Bethany: I'm sorry.
Rebecca: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Are you leaving me?
Bethany: Yes. Like a rat on a sinking ship.
Rebecca: What am I supposed to say to him?
Bethany: See you later.
Rebecca: I can't say that!
Zuri: Hi. Rebecca: Hi.
Zuri: Hi. Rebecca: Hi.
Bethany: Hi!
Sorry. I just saw this happening,
and I had to insert myself.
OK. Bye.
Rebecca: Hi. Sorry. Hi.
Zuri: Hi.
Rebecca: I didn't think you'd talk to me anymore.
Zuri: Because you sneezed milk out of your ears?
Rebecca: You saw that?
Zuri: No?
Rebecca: Great, because if you saw that,
that would have been really embarrassing.
Zuri: I don't know. I thought it was kind of cute.
You have natural beauty.
[Rebecca squeals]
You really think so?
Zuri: Yes, I do.
Rebecca: Wow.
Zuri: Can I walk you to class?
Rebecca: You really want to do that?
Zuri: Yeah. Why wouldn't I?
Rebecca: Everyone in the school is looking at me.
Zuri: Who cares? Come on.
Rebecca: Thank you for being so nice to me.
Zuri: How could I not be? Come on.
Myles: Hey, honey.
Yasmine: Hi. How was work?
Myles: I'm the man.
Yasmine: I got my new business cards.
Myles: Oh, yeah. Yasmine: Mm-hmm.
Myles: Let me see.
Ooh. OK. I see you, I see you.
Yasmine: Yeah. I'm the woman.
Myles: You are. You're every woman.
Yasmine: Mm-hmm.
Rebecca: Hi.
Yasmine: Hi. How was school?
Rebecca: It was magical.
Yasmine: Magical?
Myles: I heard that.
Yasmine: Rebecca.
Rebecca: Yes, Mom?
Yasmine: What happened?
Rebecca: Nothing. I love being a natural beauty.
Yasmine: What?
Dylan: That dude Zuri said she was a natural beauty.
It went to her head. Y'all need to talk to her.
Myles: Hey. Uh, Dylan.
Dylan: Yeah?
Myles: Let me talk to you for a second.
So, uh, let me get this straight.
This--this little, old boy named Zuri...
Dylan: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Myles: Yeah. He's, uh--
What'd he say again?
Dylan: She was a natural beauty.
Myles: He calling her a natural beauty?
Dylan: Yeah.
Myles: Hmm. Honey, can I talk to you?
Yasmine: Oh, my... Myles: Just over here.
Yasmine: What? Myles: Yeah.
In the next room, please.
Thanks, honey. Be right back.
Yasmine: What is wrong now?
Myles: Really? Really? Yasmine: What?
Myles: Well, first of all, shouldn't no little boy
ever be telling my daughter, OK, the light of my life,
the apple of my eye, you know what I'm saying,
that she's a natural beauty.
Got her "Oh, it's so magical."
Yasmine: That's, like, the nicest thing to say.
Myles: You know what it is? It's your mama's fault.
Because I knew--the first time I met your mama,
I said, "Mmm." I knew it.
Yasmine: You know what?
Myles: This comes from your side of the family.
Yasmine: Oh, my goodness. We're gonna have to talk
about this.
Myles: I don't even know what that means.
I don't even know what that means. Whatever.
Yasmine: We finished the conversation.
Myles: Hey, boy. How you doing?
Ho was your day, Dylan?
Dylan: You want me to tell them?
Yasmine: Tell us what.
Charlie: I mean, I could tell them if you don't.
Myles: OK. The suspense is k*lling me.
What is it?
Dylan: Same time. Let's do it at the same time.
Both: Ready, set, go! Boom!
Dylan: Whoa! Ho ho! Wow! Look at this.
Yasmine: This is amazing.
Myles: You got an "A."
So, Dylan, you like school now?
Dylan: Hey, hey, hey now. I didn't say all that.
It's all right.
Myles: Just all right?
Charlie: Mom, Dad, you should have seen him!
Myles: OK. Really? What happened?
Dylan: Come on, man. Pull up on that.
Yasmine: What happened?
Charlie: The teacher challenged him to a rap contest.
Yasmine: What?
Dylan: And I won.
Charlie: And then she let him teach the class through rap.
We all got the questions right!
Myles: Wow. That's great.
I mean, it seems like this teacher
really found a way to get through to you.
Charlie: Yeah. I can't wait to go back tomorrow.
Yasmine: Oh, I love that you're this excited.
Myles: Man, I can't wait to hear this rap.
Dylan: Heh heh.
Myles: Come on, Dylan. Show us what you got.
Dylan: ♪ What can you infer from an integer? ♪
♪ Lowercase I imaginary number
♪ If Mary leave D.C. at : ♪
♪ And arrives at New York at : ♪
♪ What's the train speed, or ? ♪
Charlie: ! ! !
Yasmine: Yeah! Myles: Ha ha ha!
Yeah! Yasmine: Whoo!
That was great.
All right. Come on, boys.
Go get washed up for dinner.
- Here. That's yours. - Thanks.
Yasmine: Ooh!
Oh, I love that.
Myles: Yeah, honey. I mean, we're doing it.
Dylan: Just like a producer taking credit
for the artistes's work, man.
Myles: It's artist's work. Yeah.
Dylan: OK. Artistes's, ah, yah, this and that, this and that.
Ok, but you're taking credit for my work.