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Chiron "Black" Harris
Kevin: It’s Kevin. You do remember me, right? [pause] Black: Yeah.
Kevin: So Chiron... Black: [chuckles] What...why are you lookin’ me like that for? Kevin: What, man? Come on, you just drove down here? [pause] Black: Yeah. Kevin: Like you was just, you was just on one, and you hit the highway? Black: [quietly] Yeah. [pause] Kevin: So where you gonna stay tonight,…
Black: Why’d you call me? Kevin: What? Black: Why did you call me? Kevin: I told you, this dude came in, he played this song.
Black: So you’re Cuban now? Kevin: Only in the kitchen, Papi.
Kevin: Who is you, man? Black: Who, me? Kevin: Yeah nigga. You. Them fronts? That car? Who is you, Chiron? Black: I’m me, man. Ain’t trying to be nothing else. Kevin: So you hard now? Black: I ain’t say that. Kevin: Then what? [pause] Kevin: Look. I’m not trying hem you up. Just...I ain’t seen you…
[last lines] [to Kevin] You the only man that’s ever touched me. [long pause] You’re the only one. [long pause] I haven’t really touched anyone since.
Chiron: Thanks for the ride, man. Kevin (16): No problem Black. I'll see you around.