In Society is a 1944 film starring the comedy team of Abbott and Costello. It was the first of five Abbott and Costello films to be directed by Jean Yarbrough. It was re-released in 1953.
Eddie Harrington (Bud Abbott) and Albert Mansfield (Lou Costello) are plumbers who receive a call about a leak in the private bathroom of Mr. Van Cleve (Thurston Hall), a wealthy businessman. The leak is keeping him awake, but the costume ball that his wife (Nella Walker) is throwing downstairs is not.
Eddie and Albert enlist the aid of a friend, Elsie Hammerdingle (Marion Hutton), a taxi driver, to take them to the mansion. While they are upstairs attempting to fix the leak—but flooding the room instead—Peter Evans (Kirby Grant), a guest dressed as a cab driver, mistakes Elsie for another costumed guest, despite her insistence that she really is just a cab driver. He winds up inviting her to another gala event, Mrs. Winthrop's (Margaret Irving) estate Briarwood, where a valuable painting, The Plunger, is to be unveiled.
A society is a group of people involved in persistent social interaction, or a large social grouping sharing the same geographical or social territory, typically subject to the same political authority and dominant cultural expectations. Societies are characterized by patterns of relationships (social relations) between individuals who share a distinctive culture and institutions; a given society may be described as the sum total of such relationships among its constituent members. In the social sciences, a larger society often evinces stratification or dominance patterns in subgroups.
Insofar as it is collaborative, a society can enable its members to benefit in ways that would not otherwise be possible on an individual basis; both individual and social (common) benefits can thus be distinguished, or in many cases found to overlap.
A society can also consist of like-minded people governed by their own norms and values within a dominant, larger society. This is sometimes referred to as a subculture, a term used extensively within criminology.
Society is a grouping of individuals which are united by a network of social relations, traditions and may have distinctive culture and institutions.
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Society was an 1865 comedy drama by Thomas William Robertson regarded as a milestone in Victorian drama because of its realism in sets, costume, acting and dialogue. Unusually for that time, Robertson both wrote and directed the play, and his innovative writing and stage direction inspired George Bernard Shaw and W. S. Gilbert.
The play originally ran at the Prince of Wales's Theatre, Liverpool, under the management of Mr A. Henderson, opening on 8 May 1865. It was recommended to Effie Wilton, the manager of the Prince of Wales's Theatre in London's West End, by H. J. Byron, where it ran from 11 November 1865 to 4 May 1866 Robertson found fame with his new comedy, which included a scene that fictionalized the Fun gang, who frequented the Arundel Club, the Savage Club, and especially Evans's café, where they had a table in competition with the Punch 'Round table'. The play marked the London debut of Squire Bancroft, who went on to marry Effie Wilton in 1867 and become her co-manager.
[Verse 1]
Okay
Uh, okay I walk in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mami that'll axe somebody
Yea that's my maseratii, going ham no salami
That's your chick if I like it and I'm straight bogartin'
In the club, where the bottles at? Rosé, no Moscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, ay, bravo
I'll be why then my n-ggas see my jewels, they six figures
F-ck your girl and her friend, I'm a dog, how'd you figure?
Chillin' with my clique and I puff that loud
She don't wanna f-ck then I tell the bitch bye
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
Twenty on the wrist cause I like to shine
F-ck you n-ggas who hate on mine
Credit card will not decline
Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind
All my n-ggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Private planin', no complainin' if I happen to recline
Same n-gga that they doubted and I'm gladly gon' remind
Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply
Cause we the best, shit ain't a lie
[Hook]
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherf-cker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherf-cker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clique of n-ggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winnin'
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, n-ggas already know
Still in the club and it close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke cause
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)
[Verse 2]
Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the f-ck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know a government
I been rocking Hermes and that H don't stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high n-gga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cotton soft
We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring her back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots, like I'm busting off that.44
Man, that ciroc got me feeling like I overdosed
Living with my n-ggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold
Ring hella big, you would think I won a Super Bowl
Yeah, we in the building, why the f-ck you think it's super full?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on
All these women love me cause they know we young and money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home
[Hook]
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherf-cker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherf-cker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the n-ggas with me
Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating cuz we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, n-ggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)