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♪ Givin' thanks on this special day ♪
♪ Special day
♪ Family love is the only way
♪ Gather round
♪ Let the children play
♪ That's the reason
♪ That's the reason we give thanks ♪
♪ Giving thanks
♪ As I look around
♪ Sittin' by the fireplace
♪ I could see all the smiles fill the place ♪
♪ The sweet smell that lingers
♪ Lingers in the air
♪ I pray that all the food is handled with care ♪
♪ Mac and cheese, turkey, collard greens ♪
♪ Boy you don't know that really means ♪
♪ Hey, yeah
♪ Hurry up 'fore the food gets cold ♪
♪ I can watch my favorite team kick the field goal ♪
♪ Whoa
♪ Giving thanks on this special day ♪
♪ Family love is the only way
♪ Gather round
♪ let the children play
♪ Let the children play
♪ That's the reason we give thanks ♪
♪ We laugh, we cry
♪ When it's time to say goodbye ♪
♪ Hoping we don't leave
♪ That last piece of pie
- Hey, where are we going?
- Just wait a second and you'll see, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, take your blindfold off.
- Ooh, this is nice.
Is this our new Airbnb (laughs).
- No.
Madison, this is our new home.
- This is our new home?
- This is the new home for us.
- You're lying.
- I'm not lying, baby.
- Are you serious?
I love this.
Oh, my God, babe.
Yes.
This is the best surprise.
Oh, I love you.
- I knew you would be surprised.
- This is so beautiful.
- So check this out.
We're gonna walk around and we're gonna look
at our new house, all right?
- Babe, I knew you had something up your sleeve like-
- I told you.
- This is beautiful.
- Do you love it?
- I love it.
I love it.
- You know what I think we should do?
Right now. - What?
- We should toast to our brand new home.
- We should toast.
Ooh, champagne.
- Nah, that's a little wine, baby.
- Oh, okay.
- You know I like to do things different.
- I love it.
- Let's do this toast.
- Thank you.
- To a perfect woman, to a perfect evening
and to our perfect brand new house, baby.
(glasses clinking)
- Love you.
- Mm.
I love you, too. - Ooh, this is good.
(both laughing)
- I really love this space.
I can really feel my interior design touches
on this open concept.
- Yeah, I know.
- I mean, look at this fireplace.
It's on both sides of the room.
It's beautiful.
Oh, my God.
It couldn't get any better than-
Babe, what are you doing?
(Preston laughs)
Oh, my God, Preston.
What are you doing?
- Madison Givens.
You're my world, baby.
I wanna be with you forever.
I love you with all my heart.
So it's my job to ask you will you marry me?
- Oh, babe, get up, get up, I love you.
Oh, my God.
- So, whoa, is that a yes?
- Not yet.
(record scratching)
- What do you mean?
- I made a promise to my dad
that I would never get married
unless he approved of the guy.
- But I don't understand,
I thought you would say yes.
- It's not that I don't want to.
It's just that I made a promise
and I have to keep that promise.
- But, Madison, I've never met your dad.
Your family lives in D.C.
How am I supposed to get to know him?
- We can go there for Thanksgiving
and spend a week there.
I'm sure you could win him over in a week, right?
- Yeah, but remember we were supposed
to go visit my parents for Thanksgiving week.
They had the week planned for us.
Like what am I supposed to tell my parents?
- Just tell them the truth.
You have to meet my family because
we wanna get married.
(Preston sighs)
- You know what?
I'll do anything to marry you.
- Thanks, babe.
- Let's go to D.C.
- Oh, they're gonna love you.
They are going to love you, trust me, I can't wait.
- Let's go break this house in.
- Yeah.
Let's go break it in.
- I love big booty hos.
(door slams)
I love big booty hos.
Kim got a big old butt.
What the fuck?
What the hell you stabbed me for.
- Get out of the room.
Get your shit out.
- Damn, I thought he was at work.
- Go.
Not there.
Get your shit.
- [Alonzo] Under the bed, I can't...
- What the hell y'all doing?
Y'all talking to somebody in here?
- No, baby.
You see what we doing.
I thought you was supposed to be at work anyway.
- The club got raided.
Feds came in and shut that joint down.
- What?
Well, since you're already here,
do you want some of this?
- [Desmond] Hell, yeah.
- Come on, baby, come give me some of that.
- Why don't you girls get started for me.
I'll be there.
- What the fuck is-
- [Announcer] Round 1, fight.
♪ Hey, my baby
♪ I heard you want some action
♪ Hey, along the way
(bed squeaking)
- [Alonzo] Goddamn.
- [Desmond] You like that?
Oh, yeah.
Aw, man.
♪ Hey, my babe, I heard you want some action ♪
- Damn, baby, that was good.
- You must have been backed up.
- Man, I told you I was just thinking
about both of y'all while I was at work.
- Well, whatever you did, you need
to do that again.
Damn near broke my back.
- Yeah.
- Shit, oh, goddamn.
- I like that.
- You girls ready for round two?
- Mm-hmm. - You know it.
- Oh, shit.
(man breathing heavy)
- Oh, fuck no, I ain't about to play
the side nigga to some father motherfucker
with a pile of shit in his goddamn drawers.
- What the fuck you doing under my bed?
You fuckin' my women?
- Oh, uh, hell no, fuck no, fuckin' your girls, no.
Them my cousins.
That's my cousin. - We friends.
- We family, that's family right there, baby.
- Now that fam in the window was fuckin' your girls.
Ooh, shit, fuck, fuck 'em.
- Get the hell out of my house.
Scandalous hos.
- [Girl] Aw, wait a minute, I ain't no ho.
- Shit. - Catch his ass.
- [Desmond] Fuckin' bitches, get the fuck out my house.
- Well.
Round two.
- God.
- Hey.
Hey, look at this fuckin' broke knee bastard.
I fucked both your bitches (laughs).
Oh, shit.
(laughs) Hey, look, you little fat motherfucker.
You smell like shit.
- I'm gonna get your ass.
And when I do, I'm gonna put about 10 bullets
in your ass.
(Desmond breathing heavy)
- Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Hey, hey, wait a minute.
Motherfucker, you drive Prius?
- Fuck you, man.
- Hey, I got video of both of them hos sucking my dick
at the same time last night.
You wanna see it?
I'm outta here.
(rock music)
(engine revs)
(tires squeal)
- I'm gonna get your ass, oh!
Oh, and them precious hos.
- Hello?
- It's your big brother, Lonzo.
- Hey, Lonzo.
Mom told me you were on your way to pick me up.
- [Alonzo] Yeah, I'm out here right now.
- [Madison] We're at the rental car place
trying to get a rental right now.
- Oh, nah, nah, meet me out here.
I'm out here waiting.
- All right.
Okay, okay, here we come.
- We?
What the hell you mean we?
I ain't no damn taxi.
(orchestral music)
- Oh, wow.
- Alonzo.
Yes!
My hair.
- You look so cute.
I'm sorry.
Who the fuck is this Bama?
- Alonzo, this is my man, Preston.
He's gonna be spending the week with us.
- Zo, what's up, man?
Those pants, those shoes on fleek (laughs).
- Man, thought you had a friend.
I know this nigga ain't just try to call me Zo.
Then he gonna say my pants and shoes on fleek.
This a crack ass nigga right here.
- Yo, yo, hey, my bad, I didn't mean no harm.
- Yeah, he didn't mean any harm.
He's a great guy, you'll see.
- Man, you got some gas money?
I don't drive Bamas around for free.
I'm a professional driver.
- Oh, yeah, let me see here.
- What can you do for me?
- Oh, yeah, got $100 for you.
That should cover it (laughs).
- Man, I'm an executive chauffeur.
This little hundred dollars ain't shit.
I usually charge 300 for something like this.
- Well, yeah?
Okay, so this is want I'm gonna do.
- This is one butt cheek at the club.
- Well, look, here's what I'm a do.
- [Alonzo] What you got?
- Giving you an extra two.
That's a whole 300, that should cover it.
- This might work, that may be two cheeks slappin'.
- Alonzo, let's go, we're cold and tired
and we need some rest.
- All right, come on, let's go.
- [Madison] This week's gonna go great.
- [Preston] Yeah.
(door closes)
- All right, I gotta make one stop along the way.
It's not gonna take long.
- Alonzo, no, come on.
- Babe, it's not a problem.
Just let your brother handle his business.
We're good now.
- (scoffs) Fine, one stop and it getter be quick, too.
- [Alonzo] My man, Preston.
- [Preston] Zo.
- [Alonzo] Call me Zo again and I'm a leave
your body in the baggage claim.
- [Preston] Sorry about that.
- [Madison] Oh, no, be nice.
(engine revs)
- Oh, yeah, Lonzo in the house.
Let the tribe say A, yeah.
- Can I have some, please?
- Ah, yeah, you know what time it is.
Anything for my little snow bunny.
You get a big one this time, too.
Yeah.
- Babe.
I really have to go to the restroom.
Can you please call your brother?
- Oh, no, okay.
I'll call him right now.
- [Preston] Geez, it's been over an hour.
♪ Big booty hos, help with us
- Fuckin' phone, man.
What it do?
- Alonzo.
We have been out here for over and hour.
What are you doing?
And Preston has to use the bathroom.
- Tell him take his Bama ass down
to the gas station if he gotta piss that bad.
- No, you get your ass out here right now.
I don't have time for you and your bullshit today.
- Aight, aight, aight, man.
Tell him come on in here and use the bathroom then.
- Yeah.
- Shit.
Shit.
Gettin' motherfuckin' married to my motherfuckin' sister.
- What'd he say, what'd he say?
- Go ahead, he said come to the house.
- All right, cool, yeah.
(door closes)
- Okay, okay, yeah, yeah.
This dude crackin' to get that soda with my sister.
Y'all know what to do.
(Preston knocking)
- [Man] Hey, who the hell at the door?
- [Preston] Oh.
- Man, what the fuck do you want?
- My name is Preston.
Alonzo told me I could come here
to use the lavatory.
- Lavatory?
Bring your stupid ass in here, man.
Come on, nigga.
Fuck.
To the right.
- To the right?
- Go, nigga.
Motherfucker, I said to the right.
- Whoa.
- You stupid ass, man.
- This is disgusting.
Ooh, uh!
God, I hope this doesn't smell like shit.
- [Girl] $25 to make you holler twice, baby.
- What?
Who is that?
- Come on, baby, let met make your toes curl.
I'm a show you what a real woman is.
- Ugh!
- Give me all that black cock, daddy.
- Get you crazy lady, get this crazy lady off of me.
You people are crazy.
- [Man 1] You got my money motherfucker?
- I'm a get it.
I haven't had sleep.
My mother had to have surgery.
This ho named Sandy Stone.
I got jerked by this crackhead Boo-Boo.
Come on, man, don't kill me.
- Man, fuck no.
Nigga, I need all mine right the fuck now.
- Aw, damn (crying).
- What in the fuck is you cryin' about, man.
- I just shitted on myself.
You got that fuckin' gun pointed to me,
what you expect?
- Listen, if I don't get my bread
in the next 30 seconds, nigga, you dead.
- Please, what does he owe you?
Whatever he owes you, I have it.
Don't kill him, please, man.
- What he, what he, what he owe me?
- What do I have to do, please?
- What the fuck he owe me?
- Man, I owe this nigga $500.
- Okay, that's no problem.
- Yeah, $500, nigga.
- I have it right here.
- Run before he shoot your ass.
- No, nah, nah, fuck that, give me all that.
- [Preston] Okay.
- And your fuckin' watch, bruh.
- [Preston] Just please don't kill him.
- Run, get the hell outta here, now.
(gun fires)
Preston, save yourself!
- Ah!
Ah!
(Alonzo laughs)
- Nigga, that your motherfuckin' peoples.
- I told you, boy.
- That's your peoples.
- I told you how we do it, brother.
- Why you do your peoples that way?
- He's a fuckin' nerd, fuck that dude, man.
- Why you doing your peoples that way?
- We all right, man.
Here's your cut right there, baby.
You that man.
- She love him?
- Eh, I don't know, he's weak, though.
Nerd ass nigga.
My man, no.
- What, we ain't splitting that 50/50?
- I told you $200, that's it, man, we good (laughs).
You aight.
- Bruh, all the fuckin' actin' I did, bruh?
- Yeah, you right, you right.
- You gonna give me $200?
- You right, you right.
I said $200, take it or leave it
before I throw your dead ass in the alley somewhere.
- Yeah, aight.
You foul nigga, though, snuff.
Foul as shit.
(door closes)
- Oh, my God.
- Honey, is that you?
What are you doing?
- Your brother, we got hold up, money, shoot.
- [Madison] Are you okay?
- Babe, he's crazy.
- [Madison] Where is he?
Here come his ass right now.
Alonzo, what the hell just happened?
- Don't say shit.
- You know what?
See, this just don't make no goddamn sense.
- Can y'all remember the last time
the family got together?
Can you say hot mess?
- [Together] Hot mess.
- Okay.
Cuckoo for cocoa puffs child.
(person knocking)
Oh, that's probably Leroy and Pork Chop now.
Hoo, time to get started.
Leroy.
Pork Chop.
I'm so glad you made it.
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same without you.
- Goddamn, this house big as shit.
We damn sure don't need no hotel Pork Chop.
- Brea, I mean, what you and my brother
done got yourselves into?
Y'all pimpin' hos around here?
- Y'all so silly, let me take your coats.
- [Leroy] Hell, yeah.
- [Pork Chop] I mean, y'all done moved up
to the east side like "The Jeffersons," huh?
- [Leroy] I'm about to get on Plenty 'O Fish.
- Uh-huh, leave your catch outside.
How was your trip?
- It was all right, you know, you drive once,
you drive twice, you drive.
- [Leroy] Oh, what the hell?
- What the fuck?
Get this motherfucker off of me.
Roy, get him.
- Hey, make him get off my brother.
Get off my brother, get off my brother, man.
- [Pork Chop] Get this motherfucker.
Roy, go up out the truck.
I'm about to put a cap in this motherfucker.
Crazy bastard.
Shit.
Ol' wildebeest looking motherfucker.
- [Leroy] I'll shoot him myself.
- [Brea] I think it's her.
My baby is here.
- Oh, man, it's just your stink breath ass?
I thought you was somebody important.
I knew it smelled like a pig threw up
in this motherfucker.
- Uncle Leroy, what, I am somebody.
Oh, y'all thought it was the little princess, Madison?
Well, I hate to disappoint y'all.
- Anyways, baby, how are you?
- Mama, why is everybody so excited
about Madison getting here?
And how come you ain't never throw me
a welcome home party?
- Girl, you live down the street
and you've never been outside the DMV.
- Whatever, Ma.
Where is she anyway, I gotta go to work tomorrow.
- Miranda, you haven't seen your sister in four years.
You can wait a little while longer, miss antsy pants.
- [Miranda] Ma.
- Ah, ah.
- Okay, all right, all right, fine.
I'll wait, but I'm not waiting all night.
Get on my nerves.
- Go girl.
- Not you, Mama, I'm sorry.
- Hello?
(soulful music)
♪ Been hard tellin' all these lies ♪
♪ Gonna stay up all night, all night, all night ♪
♪ All night, all night
- Good grippin' motherboard, that ass is poison, mm.
- Ha, what's up my niggas.
It's Lonzo in the house (laughs)!
Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Hey, Mama.
Hey, 'cuz.
(all cheering)
- Yes!
You look so good.
- Come on, give Uncle Leroy a hug, girl.
- Hey, Uncle Leroy.
- Baby girl.
- Daddy! - I missed you.
- I missed you, too, oh, my God, Daddy,
we have so much to talk about.
- Who the hell is this nigga?
- Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Preston.
He's gonna be with us for the week.
- Your boyfriend, huh?
What the hell you doing here with my daughter?
- I'm here to spend Thanksgiving week
with you and your family, sir.
- Did she tell you I was crazy as hell?
- [Preston] Oh, no, sir, she didn't.
- Daddy, stop.
My daddy wouldn't hurt anyone.
He's just joking, babe.
- She done went down to Florida
and came back with Peewee Sherman.
- Whoa, exactly, what the hell is Smeegle doing here?
Is precious trying to find the ring.
(person knocking)
- It's just my uncle.
- [Preston] How you doing, nice to meet you.
- My man, Von.
- What's going on, Pops?
- All right, how you doing, son?
- I'm good.
- All right.
Bet you came to see your girl, huh?
- What girl?
- No, don't worry about it, no.
- Uh, uh, uh, whoa (clears throat).
- Who the fuck is
this little mini nigga clearing his throat?
- [Madison] Von, this his my boyfriend, Preston.
- Preston.
- What?
- How the hell is he your boyfriend
when I'm your fiance?
- Von. - No.
- We are not going to do this right now.
I broke that off four years ago, okay.
- Yeah, okay, but I'm your first.
She can never get rid of her first,
especially not for no baby Smurf ass nigga.
(all laughing)
- This family's disrespectful, I see (laughs).
- I'm sorry.
Excuse me, anyway.
Daddy, where is our room?
- Our room? - Yes.
- Baby, your room is downstairs.
Your little boyfriend can sleep in the garage.
- Garage? - Wow.
- Anyway, babe, can you take our bags downstairs, please.
- Yes, I will.
(Rufus barks)
Whoa.
- Get his ass, Rufus, get his ass.
- Hey, you went to the Smurf convention
and found a Smurf?
Where the hell you get this dude from?
You gonna pick him over Von.
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la
- [Alonzo] Uncle Rufus, eat Smurf.
- Maurice, you gotta do something about this.
(glass clinks)
Everybody, I just wanted to say
that it is so good to have
the whole family here for Thanksgiving.
We are truly blessed.
I always prayed for a large home filled
with the love of family.
Now can y'all do me a favor
and be on your best behavior this week, okay?
(all protesting)
- Y'all see how she looking at me like that?
I don't even appreciate it.
Anyway.
Hey, Amaya, oh, my gosh, you are getting so big.
- Hey, big cuz, yeah, it's been a long time.
- Mm.
Girl, what you looking for?
- Your man.
- I'm done.
- Why are you so bad?
- Why are you so ugly?
- [Maurice] Oh, Pork Chop.
- You don't be disrespecting me up in here.
- I wish you would, I wish you would.
- Amaya Jackson, uh-uh, you apologize right this minute.
- I'm sorry you're so ugly.
- [Pork Chop] Oh, now.
- Amaya, you take your butt downstairs right now.
- Damn demon child.
India Foulri, you about to get this belt.
- Girl, I am so glad to see you.
It has been way too long.
- Why are you here?
You haven't been here in four or five years.
- Well, I wanted everyone to meet Preston
and I missed everyone, too.
Where's David? Is he coming?
- Girl, please, you know damn well David left me
a few years ago.
Oh, wait, that's right, you don't know,
'cause you was off in Florida living
in your little fairy tale world.
- No, I don't know because
you never tell me anything.
- [Miranda] Pick up the damn phone.
- Miranda, why are you so bitter?
I have never done anything to you.
- Please, I'm not kissing your ass
like everybody else in this house.
You still my little sister.
You still the same little girl
that used to piss the bed every night.
- You know what?
I came here excited to see you
and you still got that stick up your ass.
- And you better watch his ass
before somebody steal him.
- What?
- You heard me.
- Whatever, Miranda. - Whatever then.
- Oh, man, look at us.
The three amigos together again.
- Boy, get off of me Alonzo,
we ain't close like that.
- Whoa.
- Please.
You over here because the little princess is here.
What the hell is wrong with you?
- I see why.
Girl, I been dodging that breath.
Girl, your breath smell like Grandma's house
after she been cooking chitlins
and she ain't scrape all the doo-doo out,
'cause she says she thinks it spicy.
- On my nerves.
- Oh!
I'm a be sick!
- Babe, I really don't think
I should ask your dad now.
I just don't think he likes me.
- No, babe, he's just like that
when he first meets people.
- But did you see how he shook my hand?
He almost broke it.
I'm still in pain.
- Well, once he gets to know the man I know,
he's not gonna be able to say no.
- You think so? - I know so.
(soulful music)
- Let me take these glasses off.
- Let's have some fun.
♪ Don't need to be all up in
♪ Show me all you
♪ Show me you're true
♪ I wanna love
♪ Show me all you
- If you don't get your goddamn hands
off my baby girl,
I'm gonna shoot me a motherfucker.
- [Madison] Daddy, no.
- Please don't shoot me, please.
- I told your ass you're sleeping in the garage.
Now, nigga, get your shit.
- Please don't kill me.
- Daddy, he didn't do anything.
Please put the gun down.
Preston, can you go upstairs
so I can talk to daddy please.
- Please.
- Oh.
(Rufus barking)
- Really, Daddy?
- Where you find this man?
- Daddy, can you please give him a fair chance.
- Look.
Since it's you, I'll try,
but why don't you give Von another chance?
That boy loves you.
I just don't know, something wrong with this new guy.
- Daddy, once you get to know him,
I know you're going to love him.
Trust me, okay?
- Okay.
I'll try.
- Thank you.
And I can't believe you pulled a gun out on him.
Are you crazy? - Hell, yeah.
- I only want the best for my baby girl.
- Okay, Daddy, I understand, but you gotta be
a little more nice.
- Uh, uh, uh, only the best
and I'll go crazy if I have to.
- I know you will.
I don't know what to do with you.
(whimsical music)
- You come with me.
- [Preston] Sure, sir.
(door closes)
- This is where you're gonna sleep.
- Why does it look like this?
- Well, usually that's my brother-in-law, Rufus' doggie bed.
By the way, you're responsible
for walking him while you're here.
- Mr. Givens, why does he think he's a dog?
- About 20 years ago, Rufus went crazy.
He was cheating on his lady.
She was into all this voodoo shit,
but she put a root on him
and ever since them he's been acting like a dog.
- Oh, wow, that's crazy, man.
- Look, my daughter tells me you're a good man.
- Yeah.
- So I apologize for everything I did earlier.
- You know, Mr. Givens, that really means
a lot coming from you, man, thank you.
- Don't worry about it.
Just get some rest and we got a long day
ahead of us tomorrow.
- Yeah.
- By the way, keep your goddamn hands
off my baby girl.
- Yes, sir.
You have a good night, sir.
- [Maurice] I will.
- Oh, this isn't gonna work.
This isn't gonna work.
Just do what I have to do.
Get my wife
and get up outta here.
Shit.
- Wake up.
Wake up, man.
- What?
- Be quiet before you wake Uncle Rufus up.
- What the hell are you waking me up for?
- You need to get dressed.
We gotta make a run.
- This can't wait till in the morning,
I got jet lag.
- Look, you wanna get in good with my father, right?
- [Preston] Yeah, Lonze, I wanna get in good with him.
- Call me Lonze again and I'm a throw you
in the alley somewhere.
- [Preston] What?
- Hurry up and get dressed
and make this run with me.
And hurry up.
We wastin' time.
Bring your nerd ass on.
Get your blind ass up and come on.
Don't wear them weak ass dress shoes again.
(Rufus groaning)
(Rufus farts)
- [Von] My nigga, my nigga.
- Yo, what up?
- What's happening nigga?
- Ready to put this work in?
- What's up little bitch?
- Wait a minute, what's going on?
What is this guy doing here?
- Like I said, we gotta make a run.
- Yeah, but you said this was gonna get me
in on your dad's good side.
(Alonzo laughs)
- Be patient little man.
You a little uptight nigga, ain't you?
- For Pete's sake, I wish you guys
would stop calling me a nigger.
(both laugh)
it's not funny.
- This Bama said for Pete's sake.
- This nigga said nigger.
Man, we ain't in Mississippi.
We said nigga.
N-I-G-G-A, nigga.
What's wrong with this man.
- Yo, I can tell my sister ain't getting satisfied.
I can look at the look on her face.
- That's a huge lie.
I'm satisfying your sister.
That's why you don't see her going back
to this chump.
- Let me stop this motherfucker real quick.
You better not be fuckin' my sister.
I'm a take all the snacks
out your Keebler elf ass.
- Slap his ass.
- Just stop, you having sex with my sister, bruh?
- I, I, I, no, sir, I'm not having intercourse
with your sister, man.
- Man, I ain't ask you about
no goddamn college courses and shit.
Do my dumb ass look like
I'm about to enroll in school?
I said is you fuckin' her?
- No, no, I'm not, no.
Please.
- This guy.
- Let me find out you fuckin' her.
That's your ass little nigga.
(soulful music)
- Y'all wait.
- You know what time it is.
- Where are we?
- Man, look, listen, look, Trevor or Bradley
or whatever your name is,
I need you to go inside
and meet with this chick to get this package.
You gotta enter in from the back.
- Hoo, you gotta go in the back.
- Huh!
- He might like that.
- I've gone in the back door before.
But, why can't you?
I don't go into places where I'm not invited.
- Man, I told you he wasn't black.
- Man, you gonna get your ass in there.
- Okay, okay, okay, man.
I'll go, but hopefully nothing screwy
is going on in there.
- Get your dumb ass out the car,
marble head motherfucker.
- You guys are crazy.
- We know.
(door closes)
(Alonzo laughs)
- Oh, that nigga stupid.
I can't believe he fell for that shit.
- Oh, just wait, when I'm finished
with this man, he gonna be a nigga for real.
My sister ain't gonna want shit
to do with his ass.
- Hey, honey, what you drinking?
- I'll have me a glass of ice water (laughs) please.
- Look, if you gonna be in my bar,
you got to order a real drink.
- Oh, well, in that case I'll have me
a Shirley Temple, please.
- You want some Hennessy in that?
- [Preston] Some what?
- Fuckin' lightweight.
- What's up girl?
- Hey. - You fine.
- Thank you, usual?
- Absolutely.
- Hey, my main man.
I'm Preston.
So, uh, who invited you to the shindig?
Oh (laughs).
- Nigga, why the fuck are we hiding?
- Man, you see that big ass vanilla gorilla over there?
That fuckin' redneck caught me fuckin' both his girls.
- You want a straw with your Shirley Temple?
- Yes, please, I would love it.
Yeah.
Ooh.
- Nigga, goddamn.
You on your own man.
- Whoa, what you doing, man?
You gonna go and leave me?
What the hell?
We bros, come on now.
He right over there with Preston.
- Oh, man, nigga, you might as well start digging
your grave, man.
- Hey, handsome, you wanna buy me a drink?
- Who you talking to, me?
- Of course you, who else would I be talking to?
- All right.
I don't think I can buy you a drink.
My fiance wouldn't appreciate that.
- Really.
- Yeah.
- That's too bad.
I was hoping you would buy me a drink
and take me to the bathroom.
- Whoa, wait a minute, stop.
- Are you sure?
- Don't you do this to me, stop that.
No, no, stop, get off of me, lady, stop.
- Damn, fat bastard in the fuckin' way.
Man, Von, you gotta go get that shit.
- Nigga, why the fuck I gotta go get it?
That's your mans.
- What's you mean.
- Bruh, eat me or something.
That nigga see me, I'm dead.
- I'll tell you what.
You go get it, I'll cause a distraction.
- I ain't gonna forget that shit either.
That's fucked up, bruh.
- All right, man.
- It just might work.
All right.
- Yeah, girl, I do security for the stars.
I be getting paid.
- [Girl] Oh, really?
So you wouldn't mind buying me a drink then.
- Nah, girl, I got you.
After that, let's hit up the bathroom.
- [Girl] Sounds good to me.
- All right, shit.
- Hey, bartender, give me some more
of that Rodney Cool shit, keep it coming.
- Hey, you fat motherfucker,
get your hands off my girl.
- The fuck you say?
- You heard me,
you big goofy pale Q-tip looking motherfucker.
- Man, I told you to give his ass the bag.
I'm not trying to get dicked down
from some fat motherfucker.
- His black ass don't even like women.
I basically threw the pussy at him
and he act like he's scared.
- Man, I gave you one damn job
and you couldn't get that shit right?
Wait till I tell my daddy.
- Listen you Puerto Rican motherfucker.
You and your daddy can kiss my ass, nigga.
- Boy, I'm a leave your ass
and I saw you up here with that girl.
(Alonzo laughs)
- Hey, fatso.
This motherfucker said he gonna fuck you up.
Come get that nigga.
- Oh, shit.
You mother, get ah!
Ah shit!
Oh, damn, hey, come on.
Go over there, man.
Come on man, damn, fight his ass or something.
Help.
Ah!
Fuck!
Oh, shit, man you still made about them hos.
- I told you I was gonna get your ass.
(Alonzo grunting)
- Damn, motherfucker.
You fuck motherfucker.
Don't you ever fuck with my-
- Get, get, come on, man, get the fuck.
- Get the fuck off me, get the fuck off.
- Damn.
It ain't over.
Yeah, I got your bag.
I bet you're gonna need this shit.
Fuck.
(upbeat music)
- Get the fuck off me man.
(Alonzo mumbling)
- Remind me why I'm carrying this motherfucker again.
- Drunk off one goddamn daiquiri, mother fuck.
- Should have let the gay nigga take him home, man.
(Rufus groaning)
Get the fuck off the bed.
Move this, fuck, fuck, come on nigga.
Get your ass to bed.
It stink in here.
(water running)
- Good morning, Ma.
- Good morning, baby.
- You need a hand?
- Sure, I'll wash, you dry.
- Okay, at least you gave me
the easy job.
- So, what's on your mind?
- Ma, is Daddy involved in anything illegal?
- No.
Your dad?
Absolutely not.
- How can you afford this house?
This house is huge and you know we grew up
in that little three-bedroom apartment so...
- Look.
Your father has worked for this all of his life.
This is the product of his hard work.
He wanted a place everyone could come to
and enjoy themselves.
- Okay, I guess so.
But, Preston wants to marry me.
- What?
- Yes.
- Oh, baby, when are you getting married?
- I didn't exactly say yes to him.
- Why not?
He seems like such a nice young man.
- Because I made a promise to Daddy
that if I was to ever get married
that he would have to approve of the man.
- Oh, Lord, you know how your father is with those things.
So when is Preston planning to ask him?
- I don't know, Ma.
Preston just trying to win points with Daddy.
I think he's gonna ask him sometime
during Thanksgiving dinner.
- Mm, well, we'll see how that works out.
- Oh, Ma, you know you do have a dishwasher, right?
- And I know I wash dishes better than the dishwasher.
- Okay, Ma, I'm going get dressed.
- All right, baby.
(running running)
- Hey, wake up boy.
We have a busy day ahead of us.
- Oh, hey, beautiful.
How are you?
- I'm good, but what the hell happened to you?
You look like you been in a train wreck.
- I just, my head is killing me.
I think I need an ibuprofen.
- Oh, damn, you stink, too.
What the hell you been doing?
- All right there young fellow, rise and shine.
I'm including you on our annual Thanksgiving hunting trip.
- Hunting?
Daddy, Preston doesn't believe in the killing of animals.
- Don't believe in killing animals?
How the hell this nigga eat then?
- Preston's a vegan.
- No, it's cool, it's cool.
I don't mind going hunting.
- You don't?
- No, it'll be fun.
- Okay.
- Plus it'll give me a chance
to bond more with your dad.
- Boy, what the hell happened to you?
You look like shit.
- He smell like shit, too, but no, Daddy,
he just had a hard time sleeping last night
in there, that's all.
- All right, go wash your ass and get dressed.
- Yeah, bye stinky.
(Rufus moans)
(jazz music)
(whimsical music)
- You did what?
I didn't tell you to take him
on a damn money pickup.
Look, I needed an extra body.
I could have pulled that shit off by myself.
Just give me my money and get the hell outta my face.
- Yeah, about the money.
This albino silver back named Desmond got it.
- How the hell a silver back named Desmond got my money?
- Preston fucked the whole thing up.
You got 48 hours to give me my money.
And I want every dime of it.
- [Alonzo] How I'm supposed to get it in 48 hours?
- Motherfucker, I don't care how you get it.
Get the hell outta my face before I knock
you into next week.
- [Alonzo] But Dad, it was Preston.
- What?
What's wrong?
- Madison, what in the world is your dad into?
- My dad has a custodial business, why?
What's going on?
- What custodian do you know
that can afford a house like this?
- What are you trying to say?
He doesn't do custodial work anymore.
He owns the business.
- Madison, I'm sorry to break to down to you like this,
but I think your dad's a drug dealer.
- (laughs) Wait, my dad, a drug dealer?
No.
- I know you don't wanna believe me,
but I'm dead serious.
I overheard your dad and your brother discussing a bad deal.
Plus the way your brother was acting
at the bar last night, it's crazy.
- The bar? What bar?
What bar?
- Oh, here y'all are.
- Hey, Daddy.
- Let's go big man.
Those rabbits not gonna shot themselves.
- Yes, sir, I'm ready to bust a cap
right up their asses (laughs).
I think I'm finally starting
to get through to your dad.
- Yay!
Good luck, babe, have fun hunting.
- I love you.
(Madison blowing kiss)
- [Maurice] All right, y'all it's time
to get in these woods.
- I know we ain't taking this Nate Robinson
chicken nugget looking motherfucker.
- Uncle Leroy.
- Wow, I see everyone's going, huh?
How is he going and Rufus thinks he's a dog?
(Rufus barking)
- How the hell you go hunting
without a good hunting dog?
- (laughs) Yeah.
- [Von] We gotta be in the woods in two hours.
- [Preston] Wait a minute, you're going, too.
- Hell, no, I got business to tend to.
- Business. - Business?
- Come on let's go, she about to cheat on you anyway.
- What are you talking about.
- Man, get your ass on.
(whimsical music)
(western music)
(women laughing)
- That shit is crazy.
- Right?
- Oh, my God, I miss being home.
- Miss Madison might be getting married soon.
- Oh, Ma, that was for your ears only.
- Oh, I'm happy for you.
Just tell us, how good is he in bed?
- Ooh, girl, is he packing?
- Ooh, girl, everybody is packing compared
to your husband, Aiesha, everyone.
- You leave my husband out of this, Miranda,
when your no dick getting bitter ass.
- What, girl, you the one that's backed up.
You the one that got sex toys
and dildoes all packed up in your purse.
Remember that time you told me
about your husband and how he bought
that extension for his little dick?
- Remember that guy that told everybody
on social media about your genital warts, Vernon?
- Keep talking shit and your ass
is gonna get fucked up.
- All you do is talk shit, Miranda.
I guess you can't help but talk shit
with breath like that.
- Girl, my breath don't stink.
Smell my breath, smell it.
(Miranda exhales)
- Your breath smells like Uncle Rufus' shit.
- My breath smell like-
- Your breath smell like Uncle Rufus' shit.
- Stop y'all.
You know what, Miranda.
You and your sister need to run some errands for me.
I don't wanna go with her,
I wanna beat her ass.
- [Woman] Where's Alonzo?
(women arguing)
- Come on.
- Look, Miranda, I'm not gonna tolerate
this mess in my house.
Go with your sister and clear your damn head.
- I'll fuck yo ass up later.
- You better not be here when I get back bitch.
- [Madison] Get out.
- Hey, man, what the hell's wrong with you?
- Oh, man, I gotta drop a load.
I've been holding it a little bit.
I think I sharted a little bit.
- You take your ass over there behind that tree.
Nobody tryna to be smelling your funky ass
all the way home.
- Damn.
Ol' crop dusting ass, smell like shit.
- You always got Mama trippin'.
- Whatever.
- You need to stop talking so much shit.
- Put your daggone seatbelt on.
God.
- Oh, hell, no, he can't come.
- Oh, yes, he- - Get out.
Get out, Von.
- What you talking about?
This is my car and I say who comes and goes
and he can definitely come.
- Yeah.
Damn, at least somebody appreciates me.
- I appreciate the hell out of you, baby.
- Oh, shit.
Ooh.
(leaves crackling)
Shit.
Oh.
Damn, I told her about them damn fiber pills.
Oh!
- All right, yeah, you see that.
Man, I just blasted the shit out these rabbits (laughs).
- Wow, man, a human hunting dog, go figure.
- That's right.
That's my secret weapon right there, ain't you boy?
- Wow.
Hey, man, you think I could do it?
- Man, I don't know.
You don't look like no hunter.
- Man, come on, man, just give me once chance.
- Man, all right, you got one shot.
You better not miss either.
Here, nerd.
See what you got.
- Come on Rufus, you know what time it is.
- [Preston] That a boy, Rufus.
You're gonna go find Preston some rabbits.
Come on, Rufus, let's go.
Come on, Rufus, I know you can dig.
(Rufus howling)
I think he got something for real this time.
- Hey, I think he got another one.
- Oh.
Wait a minute.
(Rufus barking)
- [Preston] That a boy, Rufus.
- Why does Preston have a gun?
- Wait, ain't Mo back that.
Aw shit.
- [Preston] Get him Rufus.
- Hey!
- Yo!
- Hey!
- Get that rabbit.
- That's Mo you stupid son of a bitch.
- Put it down.
(Rufus growling)
(gun fires)
- Ah! - Shit!
- Motherfucker.
Got me in my ass.
- Mr. Givens, I'm so sorry.
I thought you were the rabbit.
- Man, do I look like a rabbit?
- [Preston] I'm sorry man, get up.
- Motherfucker, you shot my brother
you Callitory Lanes looking motherfucker.
- Goddamn, Mo, he blew a hole in your ass.
- I'm sorry, man, I thought he was a rabbit.
- Fuck you.
- Hey Mo! - Hey!
- Mr. Givens, please.
- [Mo] Damn.
- I'm sorry, it was an accident.
- How the hell you shoot my daddy?
You supposed to be shooting rabbits.
Give me this gun you blind motherfucker.
- Man, I told you it was an accident.
- Maybe for the time you was disabled Stevie Wonder.
- Ah!
- Man, we should shoot you in your ass?
- [Preston] Aw, man, please, man, I'm sorry, man,
I'm sorry, man, please don't.
- Man, bend that little motherfucker over.
Toot it up.
(playful suspenseful music)
(Stan knocking)
- Hi, uh, may I help you?
- Good evening.
We are Preston Mitchell's parents.
Is this the Givens residence?
- Yes.
- Where is Preston?
- He went with the men hunting.
They'll be back soon.
- Hunting?
Since when does my son hunt?
- Please, come in, it's cold out there.
- [Stan] How lovely.
(door closes)
- [Von] Hey, you got anymore of that drink.
- Yeah, why?
- Yo, come back here with me.
- Oh, you ain't got to tell me twice.
I'm coming, baby.
(door closes)
Here you go.
- I got something for that Preston.
- Oh, really. - He don't know-
- He don't know the real Madison.
- Oh, but...
- I'm a get some of this liquor in her.
- Mm-hmm.
- Watch how she be.
- She is so sick of you though, honey.
She is too good for this brown nigga.
- Yeah, I know.
I'm about to fuck they whole relationship up.
- Mm.
I don't know though, baby.
I mean, she is my sister.
- Yeah.
Just can you do it for your man?
- Sure I can.
- Want some gum or something?
- Mm, no I don't need any.
- I insist.
- I mean if you insist.
Oh, thank you.
Babe, can you drive home?
- Yeah, I got you. - Okay.
- Rushing. Okay.
- [Madison] You really think I can't drink this?
- [Miranda] No, we don't, that's why we say drink more.
- I can drink this. - Well, then do it.
- Take it to the head.
- She can't do it, told you.
- I did drink it, Miranda.
- You had a little baby sip.
- Do not let your sister disrespect you
like this, aight?
Take it to the head, man.
- I took it to the head.
(woman laughing)
- She tryna dig you.
- That would never happen.
- Okay. - Ever.
- That ship has sailed and you know it.
- Okay, we gonna find out.
- We sure are not gonna find out.
- [Hannah] Please do come in.
- Hannah, you are so sweet
and I love what you've done with your home.
- Oh, thank you, Rene, I can't wait
for my husband to meet you both.
Anyway, how was your trip here?
- Oh, it was lovely.
The weather was just magnificent.
- Excuse me?
When are they expected to be back?.
- Oh, dear.
- They should be back.
(person knocking)
You know what?
They should have been back by now.
Maybe that's them.
Excuse me.
- Dear, they have such a lovely home.
- Value city. - Oh, dear.
- Oh, hi, Jenny.
What brings you by?
- I was actually looking for Mr. Givens.
I have some documents for him to sign.
He has not been answering his phone.
- Oh, he's out hunting with the fellows.
They should be back soon.
Why don't you come in and wait for them.
Make yourself at home.
- Okay, thanks, Mrs. G.
- Stan, Rene.
This is Jenny, my husband Maurice's accountant
and a family friend.
- Hi, nice to meet you.
- Oh, you are gorgeous. - Thank you.
- Isn't she, Stan.
♪ That shit's extraterrestrial
♪ Yeah, booty so fat goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Booty so fat goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Booty so fat goddamn
♪ Break a nigga heart goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Booty so fat goddamn
♪ Booty so fat goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Uh, uh
♪ She threw the pussy like a shot goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Put the bullet in your pop, goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Be your number one fan, goddamn, goddamn ♪
♪ Uh, uh
Stan?
Stan!
Close your mouth, dear.
- Delightful.
Yes, she is delightful.
- Mm, I miss you, baby.
- Shit.
- How come you don't never come and visit me?
- Girl, you told me go to hell.
You told me you hated me.
- Nu-uh, I love you, baby.
- Dammit, I'm like all hard.
- Remember, remember, remember that time
we made a movie.
- Hell, yeah, I still got it, too.
- I wanna (hiccups).
I wanna make another movie.
- Ew.
- Dammit, so close.
Oh, yeah.
- What?
- Ooh, woo!
- Man.
Your sister back there man, fuck.
- That's some good shit, mm.
You know what, babe.
Let's do it right now.
- Let's not.
- Right now in the back seat.
- I'm gonna get your-
- Come on.
- Man, your sister back there.
- Uh-huh.
- We gotta wait.
- Yeah, I'm back here.
- Nuh-uh, fuck you, ho
and your cobweb lined pussy.
- This is my motherfuckin' car.
Y'all ain't fuckin' back here.
- Her breath is dick deterrent.
- That's fucked up.
- That's right, I said it, blocker.
- Pull this damn car over.
Pull the car over.
- That's why you don't got no dick now.
- I don't know,
I ain't pulling this car over,
it's cold as shit outside, girl.
- Von, make her ass walk home.
- Oh shit, what?
- I ain't walking nowhere.
I'm walking right into him.
- Goddamn right you are.
- Oh, boy, just you wait, ooh,
I got something special for you.
Don't be a hater, Miranda.
If you huh, could use a mint, you could get a man.
- That's fucked up.
- Shut up.
- And don't mind her.
She don't get out much.
- What you tryna do, girl.
- Oh, don't you worry,
you gonna wait and see.
- Pop up with that vest on, girl,
furry as a motherfucker.
(Madison meows)
- Scratch you all up.
- Scratch me up.
- Ooh.
- I'm still back here.
- And?
What's that supposed to mean?
You got somewhere to go?
You got a date (laughs)?
No (laughs).
We know the answer to that one, don't we.
- Man, Peewee Sherman just shot my brother.
(all chattering)
- I told you I'm sorry.
- Who the hell raised this asshole in the first place?
Hold on, Mo, it's gonna be all right.
- Shh, shh.
- Girl, you wear your hot-
- See, look at you.
Get in the damn house.
- Don't goddamn rush things, shut up.
- [Leroy] This fool dyin' man, what's wrong with you.
Can't see shit.
- Oh, my God, Maurice, what happened?
Are you okay?
- This nigga done shot daddy right up his ass cheek.
- Preston!
What on earth is going on?
- Mom and Dad, what are you guys doing here?
- Who are these misfits you're associating with?
- What the hell is a mick rit?
- And this whore?
- Stanley, apologize to these people.
- These people.
Aw, hell no, go to the car and get my shit.
I don't know who the fuck Kamala, Oprah, Obama thinks
he's talking to.
- No, sir, you will not speak to my wife like that.
Do not let this suit fool you.
I will whoop your ass.
- Aw, shit, I got three to one on this black cracker.
- No!
- Stanley.
- These hands do more than sign contracts.
- Leroy, that goes for you, too.
- Shit, it's cool, 'cause it ain't gonna be no fight.
It's about to be one-sided than a motherfucker.
I'm a whoop bougie Daisy-Bell ass.
- Oh, say lesser.
- Well, bring your ass, nigga, let's go.
- Dad, no, no, no.
- No, I'll do more, I'll do more.
(Rufus barking)
Grab my coat.
- Y'all just gonna leave me laying here on the floor.
Hannah!
- Bruh, beat this nigga's ass.
- Stanley, let's go.
- No.
- I'm ready to leave.
- Why?
- Fine, I'm leaving.
I'm going- - Mom, no.
- [Rene] No, I'm tired of it.
Oh, my God, what is going on?
- Dad, please, no.
You can't do this.
- Nobody, I mean nobody's associates with me like this.
- Dad, it's your death wish.
- You lose, and you walking home.
- Shit, I ain't losing shit
to a motherfucker with a Steve Harvey mustache.
- Fake ass Marvin Hagler.
- All right, all right,
we got these two (indistinct) in here tryna fight.
Let's get it on.
Whoever lose get to corner my ass to the ground.
Both of y'all get your asses over here, let's go.
(Rufus barking)
- [Leroy] Oh, shit.
(Madison moaning)
- [Von] Long time.
- Ooh, baby.
You the best.
Come on, take me.
- Girl, you ain't got to tell me twice, goddamn it.
Girl, I'm a tear your ass up in here, girl.
I'm about to beat the pants off that thing.
- You better beat it up.
Every night once we get married, boo.
- That's right, girl.
Let me warm up right quick.
- Okay.
- Girl, I'm about to beat your pussy up, girl,
beat the pussy, beat the pussy, beat the pussy.
I'm about to give you that strong, strong ass iron, girl.
(Madison snoring)
Baby.
Man, fuck.
I was this close.
Come on awake, girl, come on, wake up.
My dick all heavy, shit.
(all yelling)
- Oh, shit!
- Let's go Leroy, he's down, he's down.
Oh, somebody call an ambulance.
Somebody call an ambulance, oh!
(phone vibrating)
- Dad, wake up.
I told you not to come down here to fight.
This is ridiculous.
Hey, Miranda, have you seen Madison?
I thought you two were together.
- Oh, she was with me.
Here and that Von have been spending
a lot of time together.
I don't know, Preston.
- Oh, okay.
Thanks.
(Madison snoring)
(somber music)
- Oh, honey, I am so sorry you had
to find out this way.
My sister really is an inconsiderate ho.
(Rufus barking)
- Hey, any more of these uppity mofos up in here
that sacked Daddy in the ass going hunting.
- Rufus, get off him.
- Fuck that.
I ain't staying in the same house
as this old uppity ass nigga.
- Tell him, Mo.
- Listen here.
I am just as black as any man here.
I cannot help, get back from me, man.
I cannot help that I can actually read
above a third grade level, Mr. Pork Chop.
- Motherfucker, read these.
- There's plenty of room for everyone
and I don't wanna hear nothing else about it.
- Let him say something else to me.
You think Leroy whooped you,
I'm about to beat that motherfuckin' ass.
- Stop!
Enough!
This is my house and I say who comes and goes.
That goes for you too, Jenny.
You're staying.
It's late.
No one's going anywhere, there's plenty of room.
- Wait a minute, she's staying here?
Huh.
Chop gonna stay put exactly where he is.
- Damn!
Thank you, Ma.
You the best.
- Look at here, the hour's getting late
and you know we got that football thing tomorrow,
so how about we all go to bed.
- [Hannah] Jenny, let me show you to your room.
- Damn, boy.
Damn.
♪ Yams
♪ Oh, yams
- [Leroy] Goddamn yam for me.
(Alonzo snoring)
Big ol' booty, big ol' booty, big ol booty.
(door closes)
(funky music)
- I'm coming, Jenny.
Papa ain't gonna let a bullet stop him.
(funky music)
Ooh.
Oh.
(funky music)
Man, I gotta climb up all them damn steps.
- I'll be damn.
She fuckin' him again.
I'm a have to tell Preston about this dumb shit here, boy.
- Oh, what you go through to get some booty.
Yeah, phew.
Oh, I'm comin', Jenny.
- I made a special trip for you, baby.
- Lord, look at them mule muffins.
Goddamn, girl.
I knew my brother was hittin' that.
- It's not what you think?
I was just checking on Mr. G.
- Like hell you were.
Look, girl, you better give me something
before I go on and tell my sister
about what's going on.
- Look, I'll give you one dance.
- Shit.
- You can nothing but a word.
Come on over here and make it do what it do.
Ooh, wee!
Yeah.
Oh!
Get up in there.
Slow down, girl.
Oh, shit.
Ah!
- Jesus.
All right.
- Beta-Luther, Meta-Luther, who was better?
Well, what the hell is going on here?
- Oh, it's not what you think.
I was just checking on Mr. Pork Chop,
he doesn't seem to feel well.
Listen, maybe you can give me
a little bit of that attention if you don't mind.
You know that I'm still-
You fuck me again, legs.
- What's up, girl?
That ass fat as shit.
I'm trying a horse bit in that thing.
Oh, man, I been tryna hit it for a minute, too.
Pop over there hating this.
Tell me something?
You ever let him in?
- Uh-uh.
- Well, let me tell you something.
That nigga use a fake ass dick.
He bought this shit called a penis extender.
I heard my mother telling my aunt about that shit.
- Boy, you about to get fucked up.
- Daddy, you fuckin' Jenny.
Wait till I tell Mom.
- Nah, I'm not having sex with that young girl.
Well, she give me head sometime,
but I ain't hit it yet.
- You a dirty old man, Daddy.
You got that fine girl licking
them old ass wrinkly balls.
- Well, you better not tell your mother about none of it.
- Hell, no.
I'm telling Ma and I'm a make up a bunch of lies
like shit, too, that you let me hit her.
- You better focus on giving me my money.
If you don't get my money by tomorrow,
it's gonna be hell to pay.
Shit, get in the bed.
(door closes)
- Hey.
This could be between me and you, baby.
My wife doesn't need to know.
I don't want her to, anything.
It's our first scene.
Come here.
Fuck, come here, girl.
- Wait a minute.
- What the hell?
Gay shit.
Where you going,
where you going with that gay shit?
- What you gettin' in my girl.
What are y'all two doing in her bed?
- Man, we in here for the same damn reason you in here.
- Nigga, we tryna fuck, you didn't see
that fat old ass walking down there.
- Listen, I was merely trying
to check on the young lady
and make sure that she was okay, no sex.
- You old nasty nigga.
Youse a goddamn liar, that's bullshit.
And I'm a tell your wife you in here trying
to put your thing on that nigga.
- Look (slaps).
- What are you doing hitting my son like that?
- He deserved it.
- He's a freak, that's what he is, a pervert.
Coming up and touching on our asses.
(Stan whispering)
- [Hannah] What in the world is going on in here?
- Hey, Ma, I can explain everything.
- Yeah, I wanna hear this.
- You see, uh, what happened was, uh,
that girl Jenny, she said she saw a mouse.
- A mouse?
- [Stan] A rodent, yes, a rodent.
- So, so, and big ass teeth.
I, I got Daddy-
- Yeah, I came to help.
- And Mr. Mitchell-
- Yes, he enlisted my services, yes.
- To help me find that big ass teeth mouse.
- Well, look, I got a house full of people.
I need you to call the exterminator first thing
in the morning, Maurice.
- Oh, okay, no problem, baby.
- Looks like you're feeling better.
Come on, let's go to bed.
- [Alonzo] There the mouse go right there, Ma.
(Hannah screaming)
- [Stan] Run, run my dear.
- Thanks son, you a lifesaver.
- Yes, yes, quick thinking my boy.
- Thanks my ass.
Both of y'all shriveled up wrinkly ball sack
having ass mofos owe me a thousand dollars
and you better not stop me
from hitting that shit either, Daddy.
- I don't owe you nothing.
Get outta my face.
- A thousand dollars, my man?
Mere chump change.
I bid you both ado and goodnight.
- What?
If he snitch, bury his ass in the backyard.
- Preston.
- Morning, baby.
- Von, ooh, what is you doing in my bed?
- Come on, girl, you don't remember last night?
We back together again.
- I don't remember anything last night.
- Hell, man, look, girl, stop being so modest, man.
All that freaky shit you did to me.
Girl, my toes still hurt from curling
them shit so much.
- Ugh, no, get up and get out.
I don't care, whatever happened last night
was a mistake.
Get out now.
- Okay, all right.
- Get your shit, get your little Jordans.
- All right, let's see how Preston feel
when I tell him.
- Uh-uh, you can't tell him.
No, please, do not tell him.
I could never hurt him like that.
- Okay, I'll tell you what.
Break up with him or I'm a tell him everything.
- Fine.
I'll call it off,
but you can never tell him.
Look.
Get out.
(suspenseful music)
(Miranda laughing)
- What the hell you laughing at?
- What? I am happy.
Everybody's here, we got the whole family here, okay.
It's almost Thanksgiving, I'm in a good mood.
- You know damn well, doo-doo butt breath lying
like damn shit.
You know damn well you can't stand us.
- Please, I am in the holiday spirit.
- My ass.
- Good morning, Leroy.
Patti LaBelle, Dionne Warwick,
Laura from "Family Matters."
Don't none of y'all get your damn eyelashes
in my food, okay.
Where the hell them Mitchells at?
Oh, I see they ain't want nothing
after that ass whippin' last night, huh?
- Hey, so Uncle Leroy,
so what's up with that Thanksgiving day
football game this year?
- Hey, man, shut up, you ain't even on my team, man.
- What?
- Everybody know I always whip
this little Rudy Goldberg lookin' motherfucker's
team every year.
It ain't gonna be nothing but holiday tradition up in here.
I'm a hit him with the walk.
- This guy.
- Leroy, you know Maurice is in no condition
to play this game.
He just got shot yesterday.
- Hold up.
I didn't say I wasn't playing.
Come tomorrow, my team is gonna beat your ass.
- Maurice, you need to go to the doctor
and get your butt cheeks checked.
- Oh, I'm all right, Hannah.
But I got something for his cheatin' ass.
- Yeah, Daddy.
- What's up, bruh?
Old bootleg Carlton Banks looking.
What's wrong with you, bruh?
Somebody steal your bow tie or something.
- I bet he know where the end of the rainbow is
and damn pot of gold.
(all laughing)
- Don't you be touching me.
Get the hell off of me, man.
♪ Magically delicious
I'm sick of you guys.
- Hey, wait!
- Goddamn it.
- You forgot your hat and my fuckin' wish.
- Hey, leave him alone.
- Babe, wait.
- Madison, how could you cheat on me with Von?
- How do you know?
Who told you?
- Your sister told me
and it was confirmed once I seen both
of you all laid up in the bed together.
I'm sorry, babe.
I swear, I don't remember what happened.
The last thing I know is driving
on the way home and that's it.
- And you think I'm supposed to believe that?
Well, I don't.
But you know what?
I don't even care, 'cause we can call it even.
Your sister, she showed me a great time last night.
- You slept with Miranda?
Really, Preston?
I can't believe you.
- Well, believe it.
I'm done with you.
(Madison crying)
- I can't believe my sister would do this to me.
- Look, everything needs to seem normal around here.
I don't want your mother finding out.
I need you to get my money.
If we don't get that money back,
it's gonna be hell to pay.
- I can't do that shit myself.
It's Preston's fault.
Make his ass do it.
- Okay, you get him and Von,
but don't back here till you got my money.
- All right, Dad.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Mr. Givens.
- [Maurice] Oh, yeah, I was just about to call you.
- The money should have been
in my hands days ago.
Looks like we have a major problem.
- Yeah, uh, uh, I'm just about
to send my son to pick up the money now.
- It'll be a shame for your daughter
that's visiting you to suddenly disappear.
- My daughter?
How the hell you know who's visiting me?
- Just deliver me the package
and no one gets hurt.
- Look, you better not touch neither one
of my girls.
- Nobody wants the raggedy one.
I'm talking about the hot one.
- Motherfucker.
(phone beeps)
Hello?
- Nigga, why the fuck are you standing
so close to me, dawg?
- 'Cause I'm your daddy, nigga.
- Nigga, get your, nigga I'm about
to slap the shit outta you, bro.
- And I'm gettin' a fuckin'-
- Get your stupid ass in the car, man.
Nigga, you ain't getting in front of shit.
Get your little ass.
- Get in the goddamn car.
- [Preston] I ain't going motherfucker.
- Get your ass in the car. - Fuck this shit.
- Come on, nigga, get the fuck in the car.
- Thanks, nigga.
- I don't know why the fuck you brought
this stupid nigga anyway.
- Still need a goddamn car seat.
(engine revs)
- Nigga, where the fuck you taking us?
I'm supposed to be ring shopping.
- Look, we gotta go to
that motherfucker Desmond's house
and get that bag of money back
or else we all dead men.
- You know what, you know what,
you could have that bitch.
I got another girl any way
and I still should kick your ass, nigga.
- Oh, yeah?
You can kick my ass, let's see that.
- Look, would you two cut that shit out
till after we get the money.
- [Von] Come on nigga.
Yeah, this nigga crazy as shit.
Are you pickin' this nigga up from a robbery?
- Shit, 10 of 'em nigga.
After he smoke a stone, this nigga
just went on a fuckin' spree.
We need his ass.
- Who the fuck is this nigga?
- Yo, yo, yo, chill.
This my first cousin, Boo-Boo.
He gonna help us get this bread.
- Yeah, that's a nice watch you got there, man.
- Boo-Boo, shut the fuck up.
Hey, man, how the fuck we supposed
to get this shit, man?
I am not tryna to get knocked out
by the "Wreck It Ralph" looking ass nigga again.
- Chill, chill, chill.
Just follow my lead.
I got a plan.
♪ I been in the kitchen baking cake, whippin' ♪
♪ Bad chick dropped me to her knees ♪
♪ Throw it back fully Betty
♪ See all the show
♪ Hey
♪ Drop
♪ Check
♪ Let's go
- All right, he leave out for the club
every night at 7 o'clock.
When he leaves, you gonna go in there,
get our shit and then bounce.
- Madison, why you cheat on me, girl?
You still gonna make me fuck this nigga up.
- Homie, I swear to God if you don't get rid
of this nigga.
- Listen, you gonna stay
your little cryin' ass inside.
The rest of us, we gonna go and get the shit.
- It's about 7:20.
Ain't nobody came out yet.
- Since when crackheads got nice watches?
Boo-Boo, wait a damn minute.
Where the hell you get that damn watch?
- I got it from him.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God.
Man, Boo-Boo, you gotta lay off the goddamn crack.
- Nigga, I'm keeping this watch.
- What the hell is going on?
- Look, I'm keeping this watch.
I don't give a fuck what you say.
- This dude need an intervention, man.
(doors close)
- Oh, shit, what the fuck.
- Shh!
- Goddamn it!
- [Alonzo] Damn, that's a dirty motherfucker.
Fuck, he came and spend my money on all these hos.
- Damn, she fat as shit.
- Nigga, won't you focus, goddamn.
- My bad.
- Boo-Boo, go in the car and get the gun, man.
You better not smoke no crack, motherfucker.
- Ass so big it's like dancing with water buffalos.
- Oh, my.
- Shit.
- What the fuck?
Nigga, that's my watch.
Give me my watch back.
- Why you still taking about our watch?
Nigga, this my watch now.
Stay your ass in the car.
- Nigga, I ain't scared of no fuckin' gun.
I'll come out there and fuck you up.
- [Von] Where this fuck this nigga at?
- [Alonzo] I don't know.
- [Von] He better not be fuckin' smoking.
Why the fuck you choose him?
- [Alonzo] Man, he'll be there for getting shit done.
(gun cocks)
- Yo, nigga, what the fuck.
- Here, here, look.
Now what?
- Stop smoking crack.
I suggest you go to rehab.
Now, look, all right, Boo-Boo,
you gonna go in and cause a distraction.
Me and Von gonna come in and sneak this nigga.
All right, you got a plan.
- You mess up, I'm a beat your ass.
- No, no, all right, all right.
- You got it, you got it.
- I got it, I got it.
- Do not smoke a rock on the way.
Don't you...
Should have shot his dumb ass.
This motherfucker.
(crickets chirping)
- Put your hands up, give me, give me the pizza box.
Give me the box.
Give me the hat, too, run, run.
(Boo-Boo knocking)
- Man, who the fuck is bangin' on my door?
♪ I been in the kitchen baking chicken ♪
Man, I ain't order no damn pizza.
- Nah, nah, I know, I know, it's a special prize
for being our number one customer.
There you go.
- Oh, shit, for real?
- Okay.
- Hell, yeah.
♪ Drop it to the floor
♪ Make it clown for me
- Oh, you got some dick going on here,
girl you look good like a buttermilk biscuit, mm, mm,
let me get some.
- Hold up.
Get your ass off my women.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, I thought we was cool.
- Crackhead, get the fuck out my house
before I fuck you up.
Them's my women.
- Well, who gonna get fucked up.
Who got to come in here now?
- Oh, you ain't sayin' nothing now.
- [Boo-Boo] Yeah, you ain't saying nothing now.
- Where the fuck my money at?
- [Boo-Boo] Yeah, yeah, where his money at.
- You stupid motherfuckers.
I took that shit two days ago
and you just now coming back for it?
- Well, I been busy with family.
Now give me my damn money.
(Desmond laughs)
- Oh, it's on the table back there.
- [Alonzo] Von, go back there on the table
and grab the money.
Watch his ass, nigga.
- [Von] I got it.
- [Alonzo] Come on, Von.
Damn, put the money in the bag.
- [Von] Hold on, dawg, grab all that.
- Grab that, too.
Hey, wait a damn minute.
Where's all the damn money at?
This look like half.
- Oh, man, I spent that shit.
Oh, and I had fun doing it, too.
Got me some of the baddest hos on the planet.
- [Alonzo] You freak ass silver back.
Boo-Boo, grab all the money
and the jewelry off these skeeze ass hos.
- I got it, I got, I gotta take down.
- [Alonzo] Don't leave nothing.
- [Boo-Boo] Give me that.
- Boo-Boo, what you laughin'?
Can you goddamn get the shit.
Damn!
- [Boo-Boo] Put your hands down, put your hands down.
Yeah, hold that, hold that.
- Tie his Sasquatch ass up
and make sure it's tight.
That way he can't come after us again.
- Desmond gonna come back. - What the hell is that?
- Wait up. - Motherfucker.
- Nigga, what the fuck. - What's up, nigga?
- Wassup. - Oh, shit.
- Get the fuck back, get the money, get the money,
go, go, go.
- [Von] Man, this garbage, come on.
Hey, tie a nigga up.
Hey, Boo-Boo, you neighborhood crackhead.
Get your ass up.
- [Alonzo] Boo-Boo, won't you bring
your crackhead ass on.
(punches striking)
- Punk motherfucker.
Bitch!
You bitch ass nigga.
Uh-huh, that's a nut crush.
(punches striking)
Take that shit, bitch.
My favorite, nigga.
Balls in you bitch.
- Yo, bitch, I saw you fuck
that nasty breath bitch.
How her mouth taste?
Fuckin' whore, she fuckin' licked your face, didn't she
and your beard you stinky bastard.
- You punk motherfucker.
- Get the fuck off me, nigga.
- There go the police, motherfucker.
You about to get your fuckin' ass locked up (laughs).
- Oh, shit.
- [Officer] A 40, I'll try to get the three,
a bunch of females.
- [Dispatch] Roger.
- [Officer] This is the police, get your hands up.
- Black lives matter, motherfucker.
- [Officer] Take it all back to the sound of my voice.
- I don't fucked you up.
- I told you I was gonna beat your ass, bitch.
- [Dispatch] 70140 Rogers, 7851 a family dispute.
4972 West 21st Street.
(triumphant music)
- Tell me again, how am I missing $150,000?
Explain that shit.
- We took that sell-out Preston
and he took all the money
and spent it on gambling and hos at the casino
and I mean he was spending it on bad bitches, too.
Man, they make Jenny look like Whoopi Goldberg
with doo-doo flats.
- Yeah, yeah, Dad, but I seen him with the flats.
- Yes.
Broke finger and all that shit.
Don't you touch me.
- And then...
(suspenseful music)
- This is unbelievable Preston.
- I can't believe this.
Preston, have I not taught you anything.
- Do you not know who we are these days?
- Me and your mother.
You ain't no ordinary Negro, Preston.
I'm tired of this.
- Oh, baby, are you okay?
- [Rene] What was he thinking?
- [Stan] I have no clue.
- Yeah.
Baby, I have a terrible hangover.
- I'll make you some tea and soup, okay.
- Yeah, I'm never drinking again.
- Please do not, son.
You know how you get with a little bit
of alcohol in your system.
Why would you get pissy drunk like this?
- Mom and Dad, could you please excuse me?
I need a word with Madison.
- Fine, let's go, honey.
- Please. - I'm sorry.
- Babe.
- Listen, baby, I don't care what happened.
I realized I can't live without you.
- I can't live without you, either.
- The motherfucker stopped pointing the gun and shit,
start pistol whipping me like this.
- Is that why you look like shit?
- I gave you the task of handling
this transaction Alonzo.
But this Joe wants his money.
We all gonna be dead.
- Damn, Daddy, don't you got some money stashed away?
I mean, how you let this shit happen?
- I don't have enough funds to liquidate it.
By the time I get it, it's gonna be too late.
- What you gonna tell Ma?
- I ain't gonna tell her shit
and you better not either.
I'll figure something out.
- Please forgive me for everything I did.
- Please forgive me for my behavior.
- I do.
- Yeah, but there's only one more thing.
- What's that, baby?
- [Preston] I got to talk to your dad.
- Yeah.
- [Preston] I love you.
- I love you.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
- I'm gonna whoop your motherfuckin-
- Get off me, let me go, let me go.
- Good God, you will not touch one hair
upon my son's head.
- Your son owes me $150,000.
I want my shit now.
- How the hell he owe you Daddy?
- [Maurice] Stay out of it baby girl.
Stay away from that lyin', cheatin' bastard.
- Cheatin'.
- [Maurice] He owes me $150,000.
He spent it on them hos and gambling.
- No, wait, wait, wait, a minute,
what are you talking about, sir?
- You stole my money.
Alonzo, get my shit.
- Aw shit!
- Wait, wait, wait, dammit, wait!
This doesn't make any sense.
Preston doesn't need to steal.
- Yeah.
- That nigga ain't need to cheat neither,
but he did that shit, too.
- Come on.
Preston wouldn't cheat on Madison.
- I would never - Oh, really?
- What?
- Okay, I bet you 10,000 he did.
And I got proof.
- Look, my son, I will take that bet, sir.
- You'll take that bet, sir?
All right, well, let's have a look then.
Let's see, mm.
- What is he talking about.
- Let's see the proof.
Let's see the proof Von.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- That's you, goddamn it Jerry Springer.
- You fuckin' Miranda.
(all arguing)
- [Alonzo] Ease up, ease up, Daddy.
It's just Miranda's ass.
Everybody done hit that, here.
- Aw, shit. - Oh, my God.
- Wait a minute.
- You and your family get the fuck out my house.
Pack your shit up.
- Listen, I don't have to put up
with this anymore, I'm out.
- [Rene] Come on, Preston,
let's go pack your things.
- We can see where we're not welcome.
You'll not be seeing us again.
You uncivilized fucking children.
- Daddy, what you doing?
It's ridiculous, I'm leaving, too.
- [Mauricio] If he wanted to make a wish come true
he'd have gave us continue to knock him out.
- [Alonzo] Come on, y'all, let's get ready for this game.
- Stop, Von.
Let me see your phone.
- [Alonzo] Dang.
How the hell we gonna play this game
we got these monster Bamas looking for you, Dad?
- [Maurice] Look, it's Thanksgiving.
They ain't doing nothing on Thanksgiving.
- Hey, baby.
I'm gonna pack my bag, too.
- No, you stay here.
I don't want you to have any more tension
with your family.
- Baby, I don't care about any of that.
I just want you.
- Get the hell off of me.
Look, it's for the best.
We need some space, Madison.
- Preston.
- Madison, I said it's over.
I shamed both of our families,
can't you see that.
Just let me go.
- Whatever, I am gonna clear my head
and I suggest that you do the same.
- I'm not doing anything.
(dramatic music)
- [Madison] Daddy!
No!
- Boy, if you playing quarterback,
let me tell you right now.
I'm be like Deon Sanders.
I'm talking about prime time.
- Leroy, you ready to get your ass whooped?
- Man, shut up Dirk Fisher.
Got your son over here dressed like
and African bottle of Sunny Delight.
Let's do this shit.
- Oh, shit, let's do that.
We about to whoop on Lamont Sanford.
Junkyard ass.
- [Pork Chop] Negro, please, I'm 'bout to put
your ass to sleep.
Plain and simple.
- Baby girl.
- [Madison] Daddy, please!
- Hey, what's wrong.
- These men said they're gonna kill me
unless you pay them their money.
- Mr. Givens, you did not keep your word.
You told me I would have my money.
Now I'm gonna show you how I keep my word.
If I don't get my money,
I'm gonna make sure I send
your daughter back in pieces.
Bring the money to Iverson Mall in an hour.
No police or she dies.
- Daddy, please.
- Madison!
Maurice, what are they talking about?
Why do these people have our daughter?
- I'll tell you why?
Huh.
It comes from all of his drug dealing.
How else do you think he's able
to afford this big old fancy house.
- What?
Drug dealing?
Maurice, what in the hell is he talking about?
So this is all your fault?
What else haven't you told me?
- No, it's his fault.
He gambled all our money away.
- That's bullshit.
Your son and Von lost all of your money.
- None of this is important right now.
We all have to work together to get Madison back.
Let's just put our differences aside and think.
- Where are they holding her, Maurice?
- Well, I know where they're holding her,
but the problem is how am I gonna get
$150,000 in cash.
- Hold up.
- Yeah.
- You have the money?
- Chop got 20 on him.
- Ain't got time for your jokes right now.
- Listen, everyone focus.
How much money do we have, honestly?
- Well, I got a little over $150,000 in the bag
plus some jewelry.
- Here, take these.
None of this material stuff is important.
I just want my baby back.
- I want her back, too.
- [Rene] Would you calm down.
- Let me see.
Oh, okay.
- Put something in it, dweeb.
- Dad, I love her.
- Alonzo, can you go downtown
and see if you can get all this finished.
- Yes, sir, I got you, Daddy, okay.
- Need her back now.
- We're gonna get her back son.
(doors closing)
- Mr. Givens.
I hope you're not wasting my time.
I'm sorry.
But the bag feels quick light.
- No, the code word is Megan Good can get the wood,
yes, it is me, Mr. Disco.
I have my broker here on the line.
He's ready to wire you $135,000.
Do you accept?
- [Mr. Disco] Nobody is there.
- Is she worth this son?
- Yes, she's worth every cotton pickin' cent.
- Okay, give me my baby girl back.
- As soon as the money hits my account.
- [Stan] My money is good everywhere, son.
- Excuse me.
You're lucky you have rich friends.
You really fucked up this time, though.
- I'm through with your ass after this.
- Grab the girl. - Where is she?
- Baby, sweetie, you all right.
- Get off of me.
- Yes.
- Baby, girl, did he hurt you?
Did they hurt you?
- They're no gentlemen that I know of.
- Are you all right.
- Get her out of here, let's go.
- Thank God.
- You enjoy that money.
- Okay.
- So ridiculous, fuck.
- They didn't touch me.
- Made me pay $135,000.
(door close)
(engine revving)
(jazz music)
- Amaya.
Amaya!
- [Amaya] What?
- Can you get me some hot sauce
out of the cabinet, please?
- I'm not your maid.
- Amaya, I am getting really tired
of your smart mouth.
- Would you rather me have a dumb mouth
like cousin Alonzo.
- Oh, Lord, please don't let me kill this girl.
- You better not touch me
or I'm gonna call CPS.
- You wouldn't.
- Watch me.
- Either you beat her or I'm gonna beat you.
- [Amaya] No, stop, I'm sorry.
- That's right, whoo!
(all cheering)
- Whoo!
- About damn time.
- Girl with the belt like this.
- Bad ass little girl.
Shit.
What's up, girl?
- Hey, um, you coming over later tonight.
- And what the fuck am I coming over there for.
- Well, you said that if I did what you asked
that, you know, we would be together.
- Girl, I was just fuckin' with you man.
Nobody want your stink ass.
Oh, man, go brush your damn teeth.
Damn, man.
(Amaya yelling)
- Smart ass.
No shame, son.
She gonna do it again.
Keep beating that ass.
- [Amaya] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Yeah, she feeling it now.
Girl got a nice swing, don't she?
- [Amaya] Mom, please, I'm sorry.
I love you.
(glass clinking)
- Excuse me everybody, I would like
to make a toast.
- You mean halitosis.
(Leroy laughing)
- Anyway, this toast is for
the most self-centered, arrogant,
son of a bitch that I know.
This toast is for that conniving ass Von.
I would also like to say that Madison didn't sleep
with Von and I didn't sleep with Preston.
It was all just a lie created by Von
to break you two up.
Don't do this shit, no, shut up.
Madison, Preston, I would like to apologize
for my part in all of this.
Please forgive me.
Oh, um, and Daddy, Alonzo and Von here,
they lied about all that money that came up missing.
- What the hell?
Why you gonna say my name.
Oh, you lie like shit.
That's why your breath smell like rotten eggs and shit.
- [Woman] I knew it.
- Bullshit.
- You are trash.
- Yeah, uh, can I get everybody's attention please.
So I've been wanting to say this for a while,
but I just was waiting for the right time
and I feel now since we have the whole family here
that this is the right time.
So Mr. Givens, I wanted to let you know
and your family that I love your daughter, Madison,
more than words could ever express, right?
And I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
Would you be so kind and let me have
your daughter's hand in marriage?
- Marry my baby girl? - Yes.
- Oh, hell no.
Ain't nobody good enough for my baby.
I don't care how much you paid them earlier.
- Maurice, how could you?
- He ain't good enough for her.
- [Together] Oh!
- If you're gonna act like this,
get outta my house.
I'm not gonna let you ruin these young people's future.
Get your drug dealing ass outta my house.
- All right, Preston, I'm happy.
- Speak up!
- All right, Preston.
I'd be happy if you'd be my son-in-law.
- Now that's better.
And by the way, you're sleeping on the doggie bed
and you better pay him every time back.
Now, Preston, dear, isn't there something
you wanted to do?
- Madison Givens, I...
I want to know...
This ring.
Make me, Preston Mitchell,
the happiest man in the world
by marrying me and being my wife.
- Yes, yes, yes, Preston, yes.
- Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
(all cheering)
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
(all cheering)
- Yeah.
See that rock.
You see that rock.
So look, so family, just briefly,
I have to take care of some business,
may I step away for a second?
- Don't be too long.
- Mrs. Mitchell.
- Yes. - Yeah.
- [Hannah] Oh, my God.
- Come on, you can do it, you can do it.
- A chip off the old block.
(Rufus crunching)
- Married man now.
Oh, Von.
- Congrats bitch, I mean.
- Whoa.
- Bro.
I'm happy for you, man.
(Preston laughs)
- Know what, Von, thank you, man.
(punch strikes)
- Hey, dad, hey, guess what?
I'm about to beat the brakes off that thing.
- Oh, no you not, aw!
Hey, Ma!
Guess what?
- Oh, boy, just get the hell outta my face.
(Alonzo laughs)
- And that's what I thought, too.
Don't forget that shit either.
Once you strip it up, wreck that boss
like heaven ass, whoo hoo!
Ham hocks, were are you girl?
- Damn.
What took you so long?
- I had to take my pills again,
you know, get this baloney pony ready.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm the type of motherfucker to give up anything.
- Well, you about to have the time of your life.
You ready?
- Yes.
I'm ready.
(record scratching)
- What the fuck is that?
Oh, shit, that's a!
That's a fuckin', fuckin' dick.
Fuck, big ass dick.
- What, I thought a nigga was tryna fuck.
♪ It's you, uh-huh
♪ That got me thinking what I can live without ♪
♪ It's you, uh-huh that these niggas ♪
♪ Know I don't play about now girl ♪
♪ How to us came and made one
♪ Had your fears and now they're gone ♪
♪ I stole your heart
♪ And now I'm out here on the run ♪
♪ Doubters say we won't make it ♪
♪ Don't give him your heart, he'll just break it ♪
♪ And your crew saying I'm not true ♪
♪ Girl, you tell them that I got plans ♪
♪ For me and you
♪ Doubters said we won't make it ♪
♪ Don't give him your heart, girl he'll just break it ♪
♪ So I guess I gotta prove
♪ That I got plans for me and you ♪
♪ I'm not ashamed to say it
♪ No you ain't gotta worry if I love you, girl ♪
♪ No, you ain't gotta worry
(funky music)
(all yelling)
(funky music)
- Goddamn it, man!
Hey, who got the Tiger Balm?
(funky music)
- I'm on the, baby, on top!
- Man, I'm tired of whipping
your goddamn Rod Hopper looking ass.
Been whippin' y'all ass every year.
- Look, I told you I got something special for your ass.
- Man, you ain't got shit
but another ass whippin' coming.
- I got my secret weapon.
- What?
- Hey, Boo-Boo.
- Boo-Boo?
(western music)
- Oh, shit, huh.
I'm about to play the game.
Let's really rock and roll.
(funky music)
- Hey, can you even catch?
- Yeah, I could catch.
- Well, catch this mitten.
(breath fires)
- Fire breath, hut.
(breath fires)
(all yelling)
- I'm running past your holy ass.
You don't want none of this, Unc?
- Yo, yo, yo, get, get, get, go.
- Touchdown!
- You ready.
- Are you ready?
Yo, ready, hey, give me the ball.
(Maurice grunting)
- Encyclopedia page 44, 42, a second opinion.
- Fuckin' nerd. - Go!
- Go.
- [Madison] Your dad's open there.
(funky music)
- Ready, get, get, get till you love me,
get, get, till you love, set, go.
(all yelling)
(funky music)