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Thank you, Pam. I don't need no help.

A real man wouldn't need any help, Martin.

Well, every man's not build like you, Pam.

- Come on, come on, huh? Huh? - Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.

- Hey, now. Hey. - Is that what you want?

- Is that what you want? - Hey, baby. Hi. How are you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Baby.

What are these vegetables doin' here?

- Pretty. - No. No. Pretty. Pretty Gina.

But we are having a fight party. Okay?

Not one of Pam's ain't-no-good-men-around

bitchin' sessions.

There aren't any good men around.

And you and your friends keep proving me right.

You know what?

Prove my razor works and go shave your back. Do that.

Flow with it. Flow with it, Pam. Flow with it. You wanna flow?

- You, flow with it, Pam. - Martin. Martin.

Why you grabbin' me, you ain't sayin nothin to her?

It's you. You, Martin. You!

When every time a fight comes on you start getting all riled up.

Like, there's something wrong with your hormones or something.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Gina. Alright?

That's what fight night does to a man.

Alright. Blood, sweat and tears.

It's like a man's time of the month.

Without the cramps. Excuse me. Excuse me.

I think it's stupid. Fights are violent and pointless.

You really don't know, what you're missing here, Gina.

I mean, two hot sweaty men with the bodies of Gods.

And...halfway naked.

Girl, you know it got me riled up.

I don't even understand why you're having a party, Martin?

Every time we try you start trippin' about

people respecting your house.

Hey, Gina. I'm just giving back to the community.

Alright? Everybody can't afford a cable. I'm a giver.

Pam, make sure everybody that comes in here pays ten dollars.

Martin, that is so tacky.

Well, mot as tacky as them run-over shoes Pam got on.

- Ugh! - Zip it up, Martin.

Or you'll be collecting your own money at the door.

You know what, Pam? Stand up.

No. No. Bring it up. Yeah, flow up. Come on. Up.

Okay, now, hear me and hear me good. Alright?

I said tonight is fight night.

Girl, I'm a bullet in a chamber. Locked and loaded.

Do you wanna pull my trigger, Pam?

You wanna pull the trigger? Oh, Pam? Pull the trigger, Pam.

I will, Martin.

'Cause from what Gina tells me you've been shooting blanks.

I guess, it's fight night for you too, huh?

Uh-huh.

One love. One love. One love.

My bad. My bad. Okay.

How y'all doin'?

He's so crazy!

How y'all doin'?

Alright, everybody has their assignment.

Gina, you got the food.

- Pam, you got the door. - Okay.

And I, I got the fight. Alright?

Now, when this fight comes on

I don't wanna hear nothin' outta nobody, you got that?

- We got it, Martin. - Gina, come here, baby.

You ain't got to say it like that now, alright?

And look, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting.

But it's fight night, babe.

And no matter what I say tonight

I still love you, girl.

I love you too, Martin.

Oh, come on now. You ain't got to be all like that.

Come on now, give me sugar.

Huh? Hmm?

Oops! Sorry, baby. You okay? Oops!

See you in three hours.

- Ten dollars upf-- - Fight.

Ten dollars, please.

Lets get ready to rumble-e-e-e!

Ten dollars each.

- Ten dollars? - Ten dollars.

Sorry, Cole. Nothing personal, just business.

Wassup, man?

Wassup, man!

Wassup!

I'm gonna make me a sandwich.

Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa. Ho-hold on here, bruh.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Okay?

First of all, Who are you?

Come on. You know me, Martin.

Bruh-man. Upstairs, fifth floor.

Okay, Bruh-man from the fifth floor. Okay?

Your ten dollars paid for that over there.

See those seats? This here, is the VIP section, man.

Are we cool on that, bruh?

- I can respect that. - Respect that.

That's all I ask, bruh. That's all I ask.

Ah, excuse me, everybody. Please listen up.

I do need your attention, I'mma say this once

'cause I ain't gonna say it again. Alright?

We almost had an altercation up in here.

I don't want it to happen again. Alright?

So remember these three words.

Respect my house. Alright?

If you gonna drink, use a coaster.

If you gonna eat, use a paper plate.

'Cause I ain't washing no dishes.

And if you gotta use the bathroom

the spray is under the sink.

Use it.

Now, Y'all have a good time now. Yeah. Excuse me.

- Hey. Yo, Tasha. That's him. - Who?

"Martin, wassup!" He.

Introduce him? Okay. Yo, Martin.

Martin, do the "Wassup" thing for the girl.

Wassup!

Yeah, we tight like that.

Nice to meet you, Martin.

Damn! I'm into the thing, babe. Okay?

I'm into the thing, that's all that is.

Ta-Ta-Tasha, Tasha, don't worry about it.

He likes you. It's okay.

Go. Go. Go help yourself to some food.

Go, no, it's cool, it's cool. We..

So, Mart. Wassup? What'd you think about Tasha, huh?

- Who? - Man, the honey I came in with.

- She alright. - Yeah.

Me and Big Shirley had to separate for a little while.

'Cause after I met her three days ago

man, I knew she was definitely the one.

You know what I'm saying? I mean I'm serious about her, man.

I'm thinking about asking moms for the bigger room.

Cole, Cole, can we rap a taste on this after the fight, bro?

After the fight.

What?

- Mm? - You smell that?

How you doin', bruh-man?

Ho-how you doin', bruh-man? You, uh, you-you comfortable?

Yeah, just chilling.

Letting the bunion breathe.

Yeah. Well you gotta let the bunions breathe, bruh.

Man, put back on your shoes, man!

You got my whole place smell like sauerkraut.

Oh, my bad. Shouldn't have done that, huh?

No, you should not have, alright?

And that goes for the rest of y'all.

If you got rusty stank-ass feet, your shoes stay on.

Come on y'all. Please.

Martin, what do you want me to do with all these coats, baby?

Baby, the bedroom. The bedroom helps me out, Gina. Thank you.

I'll take them. I've to put my lipstick on anyway.

Oh, thank you. Oh, left at the bathroom.

- Martin, Who's that? - Baby, that's Tasha.

Cole's girl. Okay?

Cole, what happened to Big Shirley?

Girl, let me tell you about it.

We just wasn't growing together.

- Get out of here. - Okay?

No, I mean, she was growing at the rate

a lot faster than I was.

- You know what I mean-- - Excuse me.

I'm here y'all. Here!

Right.

Hey, Pam. How you doin'?

Ten dollars, Tommy, put your coat in the room.

Wait. How much are you charging?

- Ten dollars. - Ten..

I ain't giving him nothing. Man owe me money.

That was a personal loan, Tommy. Okay?

This is business, brother. Just business.

Oh. Tommy.

Right hand. Throw it.

How you doin'? I'm Tommy.

Hi. I'm Tasha.

Hey.

Hi.

- Hey-y! - Hey-y!

What do you want, Sheneneh?

Oh, my goodness!

If it isn't little Ms. Attitude.

Why are you always over here?

I mean, don't you have a man?

Look, I don't have time to play games with you, okay?

Hey, buh-buh, ain't nobody playin' no games, alright?

Ain't nobody playing no games, alright?

All I wanna know is why Martin had a party

and didn't invite me.

I mean, I likes to party, alright.

Sheneneh likes to party, alright.

Sheneneh likes to party.

There isn't a party, Sheneneh.

We are just watchin' a fight together.

Oh, well, I likes me a good fight.

I mean, you should know that.

Unh-unh. Unh-unh. Okay?

You don't put your hands on me. You don't touch me. Okay?

Because ain't nobody here to break us up. Alright?

Huh? Come over here.

Whatever, Sheneneh.

But there will be a ten-dollar cover charge.

- Ten dollars? - Ten dollars.

Ten dollars? Oh, my goodness!

I thought Martin was paid.

That is so cheap.

Just like them little run-over shoes you got on.

- Uh.. - Ugh.

T-that's right. You better run, run-over.

What?

Throw. Bring it over.

Oh. Yeah.

- This boy's bad. - Yeah. Yeah.

This is so brutal. I, I can hardly watch this.

I can't watch this. I can't look at this.

G-Gina. Please. Gina, please.

Gina, here please.

Girl.

Did I miss anything?

Just two decades of fashion.

As if those run-over shoes were ever in fashion.

Just give me ten dollars, Grizzly Adams.

- And take my coat, ma'am. - I don't wanna hold that coat.

- Ooh. Hey. - Ten dollars, Shawn.

Hey, Martin. You like my hat?

Heh. It's a 40 hat.

Well, you know, it's actually an 80 hat.

Yeah, it's good to see you, too.

Hey, Shawn. Look, man, it's time for the main event, right.

So let's get down to some serious business.

Who do you like?

Oh, uh, yeah, well, I'll take the white guy.

Ten for me. Give him ten for me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Martin.

Did I tell you about the time

when I promoted the Thrilla in vanilla?

Hey, yo, Stan, don't you mean the Thrilla in Manilla?

No, man. The Thrilla in vanilla.

Girls wrestling in ice-cream, Cole.

That was a Sunday I'll never forget.

Martin, these coats are piling up.

- Handle it. - Hey. Hey, girl.

Please, Gina, rake the dog in the room for me, please. What?

- He-he-hey - Come on, Gina.

- I'm watching a fight. - Martin, no.

He got him on the ropes now, baby.

See, you making me miss it.

- Martin. Right. See that? - Man.

- What happened? What'd I miss? - Yo, double knockdown, right.

Both of them got saved by the bell.

- Damn! - Hey. Yo, where is Tasha?

She missing all the action.

I wouldn't say that, Cole.

Wouldn't say that at all, brother.

Ah, Gina, can I see you for a minute, baby?

Baby, I'm getting ready to watch the instant--

I know. But I need to see you, now.

What? What, I'm tryin' to.. What..

What do you want, Martin?

And make it fast 'cause the next round is about to start.

Okay. Gina, alright. Peep this.

Tommy is in the room with Cole's girlfriend.

They knocking boots, Gina.

Knocking the boots.

So what do you want me to do about it, Martin?

I want you to go in and talk to the sister

so I can go back to watching a fight.

- No. No, Martin. - Gi--

I don't get in to other peoples business.

- And neither should you. - You--

- See ya. - You-you-you..

Ah, Tasha, can I see you in other room for a minute?

Yeah. Right, right here.

Okay, Tasha. Let me get straight to the point.

'Cause I gotta hurry up and get back to the fight.

Alright? I know what you're tryin' to do, baby. Uh-huh.

But, uh, this ain't that kinda party.

Tommy and Cole are my friends.

And what you're tryin' to do ain't right.

So handle it, baby. Handle it.

Don't get in my business, okay. If I want--

Ah, ba-ba-ba-ba. Ah-ba. Okay? Respect my house.

Respect it. Huh?

What's goin' on, Martin?

Huh.

- Oh, man. - What did I miss?

Martin, he hit him below the belt

the ref didn't even take the point.

What?

Bruh-man, can I get my seat, man?

Don't tell me.

I shouldn't have sat here, right?

How'd you guess?

Please. Excuse me. Shoot.

Hol' up. Hol' up. Hol' up.

No, you do not have on my sweater.

Yeah, man. It got little cold in here.

So, I went in your closet and borrowed this.

Guess that was wrong, too, huh?

Y-y-you're damn skippy, it was, uh, bruh-man.

You got to go, man. Nah-unh. Follow this trail.

You got to get up on outta here.

- Lets go, Bruh-man. You know. - Oh, man

You got to roll with it, you know.

- Lets go. You know. - Martin, move.

What, you just gonna walk out with my sweater?

Can I get my sweater back? Thank you.

- Oh, here you go, man. - Oh, my..

Look at the way he's stret.. Oh.

Ah, torn..

Thought we was tight, man.

Yeah, we tight. About as tight as this sweater was on you.

Now listen up, everybody. I got some very, very sad news.

We almost had a second altercation up in here.

You see where it got brother man, on the fifth floor.

Okay?

Now if you would like to join him, you can. Alright?

Now, all of y'all please say it with me.

Respect my house.

Y'all been so good to me. Thank you.

Hey, yo, Martin, in the bedroom now.

Not now, Cole. I'm here.

No, no, I ain't turning nothing back on

until Martin meets me in a bedroom now.

No, no, no, no. No. No. Watch out, baby. No, watch out.

- You want the room? - Oh, yeah.

- You want the room, Cole? - Okay.

You want the room? You want the room?

I want the room. I want the room!

Damn!

- You alright? - What?

I know you said you was watching a fight.

But you look like you been in one.

Hey. You gotta bob and weave.

Bob and use your weave.

Girl, You look like you've been hit in a face

with a bag of knickers.

You're still not getting in, Sheneneh.

- I'm not getting in? - No.

- I'm not getting in? - No.

- Sheneneh is not getting in? - No

Which part of no don't you understand?

The 'N' or the 'O'?

Oh, I forgot. You dropped out in kindergarten. Excuse me.

Open the door, guys.

Well, well, well.

Well, well, well. Lookie, lookie.

Looks like you can't get in either, Pam.

- Open the door. - Pam. Pam! Pam!

- Shh. - What?

Which part didn't you understand?

"You can't" or "Get in either?"

Woo-woo! Woo. Excuse me.

- Sheneneh. Sheneneh. Sheneneh. - Oh, whatever.

I'm gonna handle this like a woman, okay?

And I'm gonna ask you very nicely.

Can I borrow your phone, please?

That is not nice.

One more time.

Can I borrow your phone, please?

I don't know. I don't know.

I gotta think about it. Alright.

I mean, it's gonna take me a while since I did drop out

in kindergarten. Hold on.

Alright. Girl, of course you can.

- Thank you. - If you got ten dollars. Boop!

What's the matter, huh?

You just couldn't mind your business?

I mean, wha-what, Martin, you couldn't stand to

see me happy or something?

First of all, what you talking about?

Man, Tasha told me that you told her to drop me.

Cole, you know what? I'mma be straight out with you.

So, I can get back to the fight.

I saw Tasha in here rolling with Tommy.

- What? - Oh, man.

When I say rolling, I don't mean on a river, Cole.

Oh. Oh. Okay. So it's like that.

Okay. It's like that.

That's what my eyes saw.

- Hey. Thank you, man. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you very much. I mean, you're my real homie, right?

- Alright, man. - 'Ohh!'

What happen? What'd I miss?

The fight's over. The white dude won.

How'd that happen?

Well...you wouldn't understand, Martin.

It's a white thing.

Yo, man, leave boxing to the brothers.

Y'all already got golf. Thank you.

Excuse me. Uh..

- Thomas. Hi. - Hi.

Could I see you in the bedroom for a second?

I just wanna talk to you about something real quick.

- Sure, sure. - It's okay.

- Sure, Cole. - Okay.

I'll be right back, babe, alright?

We can talk, man.

Baby. Baby, you should've seen it.

They kept jabbin' and jabbin', man.

Ali-Frazier look like a afterschool fight, baby. I was--

Why you rubbin' it in, Gina? Why you rubbin' it in?

Alright, because of y'all messing with me all night

that I missed a good fight.

You know, I tried to give the gift of cable.

And how do y'all repay me?

- Get out! Everybody, get out! - Oh, Martin.

- Get out. - Oh, Martin. Martin.

The fight ain't over yet.

The main event's going on in the bedroom.

Come on, man.

Who's fightin'? Who's fightin'?

- No, Tommy. Cole. - Put your hands up.

Martin, would you stop this please?

Hell no, Gina.

It's because of them I didn't get to see

a fight all night long. I'm gonna see a fight.

- Excuse me. Hold up! Hold up! - Damn!

- What is this about? - Like you don't know.

Look, Tasha, you should've told me that you was Cole's woman.

- I'm not he's woman. - Well, not yet.

But I was just about to come strong with my rap.

You didn't even pay for me to get in here.

Cole, look, I didn't know, man.

- I'm sorry. Okay? - Tommy. Tommy.

Cole, look, if you want her, take her, she's yours.

- Go on. Take her. - I don't know if I want her.

No, no. Take her, Cole.

- Excuse me! - You take her.

I decide who I wanna be with.

And I don't wanna be with either one of you

'cause both of you are tired. I'mma take a cab home.

Uh, uh, uh, Excuse me. Which way are you going, honey?

To the west side.

- Are you going that way? - I am now.

How you feel about vanilla ice-cream?

Big Shirley.

- Big Shirley. - Oh, look. Come on, man.

Come on. Cut it out, alright?

What's wrong with y'all, man? We're suppose to be boys.

Gonna let somebody come between y'all? Come on, man.

He wouldn't do that to you. You..

- Come on, now. - I'm sorry, bro.

- I'm sorry. - You know.

Letting somebody come before the big boys.

- What's wrong with you? - Alright. Alright.

Now you know what's happening. Come on, y'all.

- One love. - Alright, One love.

Let's go.

Bruh-man. What's up, man?

Bruh-man need love, too.

Oh!

Hey, Big Shirley.

Yo, wassup? How you doin'?

Yeah. Yeah, this is Cole. I'm cool.

No. I'm not.

Girl, I'm lying.

I miss you, girl.

Look, I, I just wish, I could be there right now, you know.

So that I could wrap my arm half way around you.

And, baby, and beg and beg you for your forgiveness, girl.

Yeah. Yeah, I could pick that up. Okay.

Where can I get some chicken fingers at this hour?