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Everyone has something special, something only they can give.

Me, I've been blessed with the gift of helping others.

Hey, everybody, I'm Dr. Moesha Mitchell. I know everything. Talk to me, L .A.

I'm 17 years old, and my father won't let me go out with my 20 -year -old

boyfriend. What should I do?

Oh, well, you need to tell your father you're almost an adult, and you can make

your own decisions.

Talk to me, L .A. I'm 17 years old, and I really want to go to this party with

my boys. My father won't let me borrow his ride.

What should I do?

Oh, well, you need to tell your father you're just a child. And as long as

you're living under his roof, he needs to let you borrow his car.

Talk to me, L .A.

Moesha, this is your part. Oh, sorry, Daddy. We out of time.

Everybody, I'm Dr.

Moesha Mitchell. And until next time, always remember, I know everything.

It's me.

I realize in my dreams what the fear of this is. It's me.

My best friend's always on my mind.

You're gonna be down, come on.

Morning. Morning, pumpkin.

Mmm, daddy, it smells good in here.

Mm -hmm, that's the aroma of homemade waffles.

Really? I'm impressed.

Hey, who left the bowl in the middle of the floor?

Miles, this is another one of his weak hints about wanting a puppy.

Subtle? Yeah, about as subtle as those doggy biscuits he put in the cookie jar.

Those are doggy biscuits?

Good morning, Miles.

Morning.

Dad, I don't think the therapy's working.

Miles, like your dog, you better back up because he hasn't had his shots yet.

Look, Miles, if we get you a dog... Oh, you're getting me a dog? No, no, I said

if we get you a dog, that's going to be your dog. Now, you understand?

That means you have to walk it, you have to feed it, and you have to clean up

after it.

Okay, as long as he's a -pooping, I'll be a -scooping. Over and go.

Hey, look what I found at the back door. A puppy!

Surprise!

Thanks, Steve. Oh, you're welcome, honey.

So, what are you going to name him? Spot. Rex. G -Dawg.

Fluffy?

Maureen, so you call that clean?

Uh, yeah.

Well, I call it relocating the dust.

I want this window cleaner than a nun's drug test. Got it?

Got it. Do you have any gum?

Um, sure.

Not for me, honey.

You're going to get us in trouble. In trouble? Should we pay a customer? Yeah.

That is, if you're still going to hook us up with your 20 % employee discount.

Clearly, you're mistaken.

That would be a gross violation of company policy, something a former

of the month would never do.

Are you going to give us a discount or what? No.

I mean, it's not like anybody's going to find out. I mean, especially if that

substitute manager is as dumb as you said he looks.

Dumb? All dumb.

She meant something like a hip -hop way. You know, fat, dope, nasty.

Get out.

I mean it in a bebop kind of way.

Like, later, split, beat it.

Wait, hold up. You can't talk to us that way.

Niecy and I leave when we good and ready.

Ready, Niecy? Good.

You know what?

I never thought I'd say this.

But I'll be really glad when Eddie gets back from his vacation.

Uh -huh, me too. This guy thinks he's still in the Army.

Yeah, well, I definitely ain't trying to be all I can be up in here.

All right, troops, gather around, gather around. Come on.

Well, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Good news.

You're pro -vaccine?

Come on, let that slide.

That was upper management.

The assistant manager position here is open.

And they're forcing me to give you deadbeats an opportunity to interview

Why? All you're going to do is give it to one of your unemployed relatives.

Do you have a problem with that?

Nope. Nepotism is the American way.

Why are you asking this anyway? Isn't that a full -time job?

Nah, if it was 40 hours, I'd have to give you benefits.

It's just 36.

So, anyone interested in going through the motions?

I knew none of you were.

management material.

That's because we're college material.

Yeah, by this time next year, I'm going to be at the Art Institute of Chicago.

You mean Art's car wash in La Brea, don't you?

Well, the truth is that you don't want to work for a living.

Yeah, not up in here. We don't want to end up like him.

Learn how to whisper, boy.

For the record, I'm proud of my job. I've been working with this company for

years. Yeah, but what'd you do the other 40?

Way to go.

Where do you think you're going?

To the bathroom.

Shave your legs later.

Everybody back to work.

But I have a break coming up. Take your break at home.

Miles' dog decided to turn our kitchen into his bathroom.

Oh, no, not on my tile.

Your tile is on my slipper. Well, it's a good thing you have slippers on.

Look, Miles, I told you, son. If you want to keep that dog, you're going to

to look after him. Mm -hmm. Yes, Dad.

Good night.

And just where do you think you're going?

Back to bed.

You better back yourself up and clean that kitchen floor.

who came out to help you, Kojo.

Thank you for coming to class, Biden.

No,

now you listen to me. I'm tired of you people tracking me down and harassing me

for money. I don't have it, and if I did, I wouldn't send it to you.

Goodbye.

Bill collectors?

No.

Toys for them damn tots.

Hey, everybody.

Ooh, that's cute.

Hey, Mo.

Hey, Mo.

She's a minute late.

You're the assistant manager now. Act like it. Oh, come on. You want me to

away your whistle?

Um, Moesha, put your stuff in the back, punch in, and start working. You're

late. No, I'm not. Yes, you are.

And I suggest you get your Hello Kitty watch fixed.

Meet our new assistant manager, Clayton Jr.

Assistant manager?

Oh, yeah. Didn't you hear?

Hakeem has opened up a new chapter in his life.

Yeah, we know how that story goes.

Page one, the end.

Watch it now.

Your paycheck will get lost in the mail. Wait, wait, wait. I can't express

myself? Sure.

Start by saying, Welcome to Class Act. Can I help you?

Welcome to Class Act. Can I help you?

Hakeem, I don't understand. Mo, Mo, just for once.

Stay out of my business. Fine.

Why'd you take the job, Hakeem? Mo, my mom said I had to take on the extra

to help out paying bills.

But you won't even have time to do your homework.

Oh, come on. I can handle it. It's only for a year.

Or two?

A year or two?

Hakeem, how are you going to start college with a full -time job?

Don't tell me you're not going to college.

Hakeem, you work so hard on studying for your SATs and everything else. Look,

Mo, I cannot worry about that right now.

But you were going to be the first person in your family to go to college.

You don't think I know that?

Don't worry, son.

College is for sissies.

Real men don't need a degree to be successful.

Look at me.

And for a second, I was starting to feel better.

So now, I came out... Sacrifice his dreams, his wants, his desires, the fire

burning deep within his soul. Girl, are we talking about college or his loins? I

don't know, but somebody opened up a window and doused me with some water.

Here we go, three iced teas.

Where's my women?

Parked in your driveway.

Man, come on, Adele. Mo's having a rough day, trying to figure out what she

should do about Hakeem's life.

Oh, when did she finish with your life?

You guys joke if you want to, but you know what? I think Mrs. Campbell is

tripping. I mean, she wants Hakeem to work a class act and throw his college

education down a drain.

Well, at least he can keep his high school education company.

Venetta Campbell is a good mother's shoot. She's working three jobs.

Well, that's the problem right there.

She's spending all the money on gas.

I think the problem is that she's selfish.

Mo, you don't know what's going on in Hakeem's house.

I know Drake.

You know you wrong.

Well, I still say somebody needs to check, Mrs. Campbell. I mean, a mother's

supposed to sacrifice for her child, not the other way around.

That's true. I saw that on when animals attacked.

This tourist was messing with this baby bear, and the mama bear, she wasn't

having it right. She was like... Yeah.

Uh, Kim, we taped it, okay?

Now, Mom, I'm sure if Renetta had more help, she wouldn't think of asking our

game. But she doesn't.

So let it go, boo.

You think Aunt Dilla let me borrow that tape? I want to see that episode again.

Y 'all should have seen it.

My, oh.

Where's Valentine?

watching TV?

No, son. He's right here.

Valentine?

I thought you were upstairs watching Xena.

Oh, well, that would explain why your warrior puppy attacked Nathosa's garden.

Well, it's a good thing her gardener's coming tomorrow.

Yeah, because you'll have all the holes filled in by then.

Right now, son.

That's ten points for the Z, and I landed on triple word. Do the math,

Forty -two points. Uh -uh, uh -uh, not so fast.

What? Z -U -P.

Zup.

What's up?

Oh, everything's everything.

What's up with you?

No, no, no. You are wrong.

Uh, Daddy, can I talk to you guys for a minute? Oh, sure, honey.

It's about Valentine's. It doesn't involve my Italian shoes, does it?

Can we talk about that later?

Thing is, you guys are right.

A puppy is a big responsibility.

Well, what are you saying, son?

Do you think we can find Valentine a new home?

I mean, he needs an owner that's more mature, who has more time, who enjoys

gardening.

Well, I guess we could find someone, but it might take a little while. Mm -hmm.

Oh, I'll get it.

Hey. Hey. And now. Hey, Frank. What a surprise. Come on in. Andy. Come on in.

Can we get you something?

Yeah, my dog. Here, Tofu.

Come to Mama.

Miles. How many of you called?

Okay, now, Adele, Valentine may need a period of adjustment, so don't be upset

if he doesn't want to leave with you right away, okay?

Moesha? How you doing? I'm doing fine, sweetie. How about you? I'm good. I just

wanted to know if I could talk to you for a second. Oh, sure.

Okay.

Look, I was wondering, does magic show being canceled affect the Magic

Johnson Theater in any way?

Moesha, honey, I'm really tired. I hope that isn't why you called me over here.

No, no, not exactly.

Look, I just wanted to let you know that I really respect how hard you work. I

mean, you're a good mother, you're a good neighbor. And you know what? I

you're an excellent bowler.

Uh, Moesha, where are you going with this?

I have exactly 20 minutes to get to my next job.

Look, Mrs. Campbell, I know that money's tight right now.

And if you had more help, everything would be okay.

Mm -hmm.

So, you know, I just wanted to let you know, if you need any help with

anything... I'm here.

Even if you need a bill paid or something.

Moesha, I don't need money. Not from you or anybody else.

Then why did you make Hakeem take that assistant manager position?

What did you say?

Look, I just don't want Hakeem to end up old and angry like Clayton.

He already has a whistle.

Don't you see, Mrs. Campbell?

Hakeem really wants to go to college.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it.

I'm not making Hakeem do anything.

He is going to college.

And who is Peyton?

Nobody.

But if you force Hakeem to take a couple of years off to work, he may never go.

Hakeem, get over here.

Let me tell you something, Moesha.

I've been taking care of my son for 17 years. I don't need a handout.

Hey, Mama, what are you doing over here? I thought I told you I'd bring you a

plate.

Am I forcing you to work to help pay bills?

No, ma 'am.

No?

Well, then, Hakeem, why did you take the assistant manager position?

To pay for college?

Moesha, go sit down.

This is my son. Let me talk to him.

Yes, ma 'am.

How can you?

You don't have to worry about money.

I set up a college fund for you the day you were born.

For real?

I haven't been working three jobs just for these smart polyester uniforms.

Well, how much do I have?

You don't have a penny.

But your college tuition is taken care of.

Why didn't you tell me?

Honey, I was waiting on those acceptance letters to come rolling in here before

I surprised you with them.

See, I made this whole thing up because... Because the letters have

started to roll in.

Oh, my God. Yeah, Mama, but both the colleges I applied to rejected me.

I guess I'm just not smart enough. That's not true, Hakeem. Well, didn't I

you so now?

You never did, listen.

Sorry.

You can't give up.

There are thousands of colleges out there, and one of them is going to

you.

Hakeem, you're smart, you're driven, and you're a Campbell.

More than anything else,

I believe in you.

Come here, son.

No. Baby.

You too, Moesha.

Little old nose itself.

Hey, Langston University, Loyola Marymount, Alaska State.

Hey, don't knock. It's the only place left with an affirmative action program.

Words can be so powerful.

They have the ability to build up the feeble and tear down the strong.

Hakeem's rejection letters, however nicely worded, plunged him into self

But the words Mrs. Campbell uttered, I believe in you, lifted him to a place

where doubt could no longer touch him.

I hope one day that my words can affect someone half as much.