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New Age enthusiasts are opting for simpler lives, adopting the notion of

detachment, the act of letting go.

But they suggest that holding on to things keeps us in bondage, junkies, if

will, to the very things we hold on to.

Hence, the invention of the garage sale.

My Smurfs.

Look, I understand letting go in theory, but these things are collective items.

What do you think about this duvet for your room?

Um, what's a duvet?

It's a cover for the comforter.

Why does a cover need a cover?

So what do you think?

Well, Dee, it is nice, but a 27 -inch TV with a satellite dish will look a

little better.

Maybe we could get that after we make a killing at the garage sale.

This is your contribution?

Honey, what happened to all the junk you said you had?

See, one person's junk is another person's treasure.

Well, did I forget to mention that you get to keep the profits from whatever

sell? You know what, homie, it's kind of played out a little bit.

Oh, so y 'all got it like that over here, huh?

Because you know Big Mama got a lifetime supply of turtle wax from Let's Make a

Deal.

Exactly how much is a lifetime supply?

Uh, one can when you ain't got a car.

Oh, snap.

A Laker jersey.

Number 13, Manuel Chamberlain. No, no, no, baby. I know you're not trying to

rid of this. This is history.

It certainly is.

D, how much do you think I can get for this?

Nothing, boy.

I just bought this for you.

No, you didn't. Santa did, remember?

Well, the decorator's coming before Santa. so I need all of you little elves

help me clean up.

Wait a minute. What decorator? Honey, remember we won the free consultation at

the Bridgewood School auction?

Oh, that's right.

And we paid $500 for that free consultation.

Forget that 27 -inch. I'm talking a home entertainment system.

Those are for the decorator. Well, if she'd gotten here on time, she could

had it.

There she is.

Okay.

Hi.

You must be Tracy. Did you get lost?

Yes. Your directions suck.

Please, come in.

Thank you. And, uh, by the way, It's Trossy.

Give the A and R sound.

Oh, well, would you care for a schnock?

Trossy, this is my husband, Frank.

Yeah, that's Frank. You give the A and A sound.

So, Trossy, where would you like to begin?

I'm done.

Oh, this needs to go.

Yeah, you're right. You are done.

What Frank means is that we would just like to change a few pieces.

Oh, you're on a budget.

Well, I suppose I could unload some of this stuff at a consignment store, but

after they get their money and I get my money, you just go owe me more money.

Don't worry about that, because we're going to have a garage sale. Just tell

what you think.

Okay.

Your husband needs a haircut.

And not everyone can wear white diamonds.

What do you think about the room?

You know, you're asking a lot for $500.

Oh.

So, are you really attached to this stuff?

No, no, Dee. I can take her, baby.

Why? She'll kill you.

All right. Now, here's my vision.

There's this great shop in Beverly Hills. No, that's not a vision. That's a

hallucination.

Oh, I see.

You're nervous.

I understand.

Breathe.

Now, tell Trossy what you do for a living.

I own a Saturn dealership.

You think, Frank?

You're successful, distinguished, confident, classy.

And might I say, handsome?

Now, shouldn't your home embody that same spirit?

Well... You know, Pauletta and I had to have this same conversation with Denzel.

Washington? Who else?

You know, you kind of look like him.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

I want you to realize that by letting go of a dollar today, you free your hand

to grab a fistful of dollars tomorrow.

Denzel let go and snagged the Oscar.

Saturn's dealership of the year awaits you.

Well, I don't know. I can get it for you wholesale.

Well, why don't you just say that up front?

He was always playing games and messing with people's heads. And he was

definitely male.

Girl, you are reaching. She is cute, witty, and a tease. If that ain't a

then I don't know what is.

Look, but he didn't have breasts.

Well, people in glass houses.

Male. Female.

Who y 'all talking about? Dennis Rodman? No, Woodstock.

Now, Mo, is Woodstock a girl or a...

Snoopy knows for sure.

That's right, because Snoopy was a freak.

Oh, Ma, I am so excited about your garage sale tomorrow.

Oh, me too, because I'm about to get paid.

But I need you to help me talk Dee down on the price of that sofa. She want $300

for that thing, and it's pink.

And Dale, what are you talking about? We're not selling our sofa.

Well, Dee just told me you were. As a matter of fact, she said you selling the

bookcase, those lamps, and that running. So guess what I'm going to need TLC to

do? What, burn your house?

She played me.

Oh, that's just Andale.

I'm talking about Dee.

She would say, oh, you get to keep the profits.

You know what? She's trying to get rid of my mother's stuff.

Tired of her trying to force her way into our lives.

Trying. I think she made her point at the wedding.

I'm going to make my point at the garage sale.

Because my mom's furniture is staying.

And don't worry, Mo. We got your back.

Hello, come on in.

Hello.

Who this is to you?

I'll take that.

You don't even have electricity.

Girl, you don't even have a table to put it on.

What you and your brothers gonna do, take turns holding it?

But Kim, it's a reading lamp.

Why are you buying Moe's mom stuff? What?

Hi, Moe.

What happened to you having my back?

Um, uh, give me that. Okay.

I'm so sorry I forgot to mark it, but I already sold it.

Great.

Just great.

That lady out there said this hasn't been sold.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I just sold it about five minutes ago.

Maybe next time.

Had you made that U -turn like I asked you to make, honey, we would have gotten

here on time. But no.

Let me circle the block.

You want to make fun of my driving? Why don't I talk about your cooking?

Oh, man.

Hey, what's up with this ill Hawaiian shirt?

That's a boss dashiki.

I don't care who made it.

I'm saying, you know how much you want for it?

Oh, I don't know, Hakeem. I might not want to part with this one.

You know, my father wore this on the Freedom Rides.

Ten bucks?

Oh.

Oh, Michael will love this. How much?

Five dollars.

That's all?

I'm past it.

So what games did you buy?

Games? Uh, aren't they built in?

No. And, uh, where's your RF plug, your control pads, and your AC adapter?

Dee? Yes? Baby, did you sell our motel six towels?

No. Shh.

I think somebody stole them.

Don't you just hate thieves?

Yeah.

Well, at least we still have the Bible.

Charcy, I didn't expect to see you here.

Well, that makes two of us.

But I was on my way to the mission, and I just happened to have this truck, so I

thought that the charitable thing to do would be to haul away your, um, my sugar

-coated junk.

Well, that is very generous of you, and you are just so...

Ooh, wow, sugar -coated, transparent.

What piece of junk have you got your eye on?

Did anyone buy the sofa? Hello, Andell, how are you?

Hey, hey, hey, did anyone buy the sofa?

Uh, excuse me, I know you're not talking about myself.

Well, I guess not, since I've never been to your house.

Andell has expressed interest in the sofa as well.

Mm -hmm.

Well?

If you want your sofa to suffocate under plastic slipcovers, stained with hot

sauce, be my guest.

The stones may break my bones, but your words, they gonna make me hurt you.

She'll kill you.

This fabric from the Pacific Design Center.

Well, I was referring to your ensemble.

Oh! Oh!

Aren't you Tracy Shante Jackson?

Used to deliver furniture for the Renner Center.

You ain't got to get ugly.

And, by the way, it's Jackson.

It's not you.

Oh, hey, Mom.

And, Del, this sofa is not you.

See, it reeks of trying to keep up with the Joneses, and you're more like Mother

Africa.

Girl, please. I just throw some Kente cough pillows on here, and you think you

was in Zimbabwe.

And, Del, I didn't really want to bring this up, but little Miles got a urinary

problem.

Well, you know, cranberry juice clear that right up.

And Dale, Miles wet on the sofa.

No, I didn't.

I'm telling.

Dee?

What is it, Miles?

Mo told And Dale that I wet the couch.

And Dale, Miles did not wet on the couch.

Moesha, apologize to your brother.

I'm sorry, Miles.

Now I want you to apologize to me.

Excuse me?

You couldn't wait to throw my mother's stuff out, could you?

What? Don't play innocent, Dee.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Moesha, I think you need to change your tone of voice. Yeah, like you're trying

to change this house?

You thought you could buy me some funky duvet and I was going to let you get rid

of my mother?

Moesha!

I'll talk to you later. Well, I won't be here.

Any donations at the door and keep the arts alive.

I'm sorry, baby. I don't know what just happened out there.

Frank, I had no idea that she would react this way. I mean, she knew that we

were going to be doing some redecorating.

Frank, you know that I would never purposely do anything to hurt Moesha.

I've always tried to be sensitive about Mo and how she feels about her mother.

But, Frank, I have to feel like...

Like, this is my house, too.

This is your house, baby.

It's our home.

Look, I just think that all these changes caught Mo off guard, that's all.

We are family, Dee.

We'll work this out.

No, Mrs. Mitch wouldn't scam you, man. She ain't like that.

Why is everybody always worried about her?

What about me?

Come on, Mo, you tripping. I'm tripping?

No, she's the one who's tripping. She's the one who's got the price tags written

all over my mom's stuff, trying to wipe her memory right out of her own house.

Okay, all right, all right, all right, Mo. All right, so you're saying your

mom's memory is important to you, right?

So when's the last time you made anything on her sewing machine?

Or watered her flowers?

I don't need to do those things to remember my mom.

You don't need to sit on that sofa to remember her either, Mo.

Look, nobody can take the memory of your mother away from you.

No one.

Mo, be still.

But it hurts.

Why can't I get a deer to like a king?

You're not messing up my furniture with that grease.

I hate man in braids. When I get big, I'm never going to wear them.

Sure.

Okay.

Mom, you don't like this?

Then say.

My turn.

Now, you come here and let me show you a real dance.

This dance is called the bump. We bump each other at the same time like this to

the beat.

This is a silly dance, Mommy.

Silly, eh?

Okay.

You bumped me way over here.

Oh, you're my favorite dance partner.

What about Daddy?

You know your Daddy can't dance.

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you

a diamond ring.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you too, baby.

Forever and ever.

I still miss her, Dee.

I know you do, honey.

I know you do.

They say that change is the only constant.

But sometimes change is hard.

But this sofa isn't.