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- Don't tell nobody, but I grow weed in the backyard.

- Man, that is illegal.

- What was all that I saw in the backyard?

- Just look like a bunch of plants or something

that just needs to be cut down.

- I'm gonna have to bring my lawnmowers.

- If he says anything about-- - Ahh!

- --my plants in the backyard, his ass is out of here.

- Sounds like my mama.

She would have shot first and asked questions never.

- You have no idea-- - Cora, I'm finished.

- --what it takes-- - What was you doing?

- I was mowing that grass out there.

- --to be a farmer.

- That's Grandpa Vinny's weed crop.

- That is a gift from God. - Damn!

- ♪

- Mr. Brown. - Huh?

- What did you cut?

- You can't hear? I said I cut the back.

- I can hear. Okay?

I just want to know what you cut exactly.

- Lord, I told you, girl-- I said I cut the back

and the way in the back.

- Can you show me what you cut?

- Oh, you about to wear my nerves, you slow.

- Wait a minute. What's wrong?

- I'll see in a minute.

- See? Back there.

- Okay.

- Um-- - Wait a minute,

what is it? - If y'all excuse me,

I'm gonna go ahead and finish what I started.

- Okay. - God bless y'all.

- Well, what is it?

- Oh, this is bad, Cora. - What's bad?

- He cut Grandpa Vinny's weed.

- What?

- Yes, Grandpa Vinny had a weed crop.

- Why would anybody wanna grow weeds?

I mean, I cut weeds down just to make my grass look good.

- No, Cora.

Not--not that kind of weed. - Well, what kind?

- The kind you smoke.

You know? [inhales]

- You talking about that narcotic?

- You--I--just calm down.

- My mama on that narcotic.

I know what it do to you.

He can't do that.

I mean, he can't do that around here.

- Uh...

- We will all go to jail.

- Will you calm down? - Well, I ain't calmed up yet.

It's a good thing he cut it down.

- No it's not. - Yes, it is good

that he did, 'cause we all could go to jail.

And I'm too cute to go to jail.

- Cora.

- What I look like in jail over a narcotic?

That's my mama's trait, not mine.

Ain't that illegal in this state?

- Yes, but he thinks he lives in Colorado.

- Girl, this is Georgia.

- I know it's Georgia.

- No buts, I did not come here to join

no criminal organization.

- Cora...

- Do they have church service in there?

- I think so.

- Nah, I can't do no jail church.

- We--we won't be going to jail, okay?

- Well, I'm glad he cut it down then.

- Cut what down?

- Oh, damn.

- Oh, now you cussing.

- ♪

♪ No matter what you do I love you ♪

♪ No matter where you go

♪ I'm behind you for sure

♪ Always remember, blood ain't never water ♪

♪ We'll make it if we stay together ♪♪

- ♪

- Grandpa. [chuckles]

- Cut what down?

- Did you get the water heater working?

- Yeah, I got it working.

What the hell you think I am? I'm the man.

Look it.

- Grandpa Vinny. [laughs]

You know, Jeremy is gonna be so happy.

He gonna be so fresh and clean.

Squeaky clean. [laughs]

Squeaky, squeaky, squeaky clean.

- BOTH: [laughing]

- Okay. - [laughs]

- Girl, you trying to take my other damn arm off?

- No, that's your arm, Grandpa, that's yours.

- Yeah, he's been there an hour and half

and using up all--I just fixed the hot water.

He's using all the damn hot water.

- Did you smell the boy?

- If I'd known he was gonna use it all,

I wouldn't have fixed the damn thing.

- Did you smell him? - Well--

- Okay, well, then let him stay in there, right?

- Well, yeah, you might be right about that.

He was--he was pretty damn funky.

I ain't never smelled a man that damn funky.

[laughs] I mean, he was stank.

All up around the back part, whoo.

Okay, now, what the hell you all talking about?

Cut what down?

- Uh, I need to talk to Vinny. - Ooh, Grandpa Vinny!

Go help Jeremy get out the shower.

- What? What? What?

What are you talking about?

- Uh.

- Stop pulling on my arm like that.

Damn it, you know I'm old.

- Can you go check on Jeremy?

- What?

- Yeah. [nervous laughs]

- Girl, why I need to check on Jeremy?

I ain't checked on Jeremy since he was two.

- Well, uh--just go check on him.

You know he a little slow. [laughs]

- Well, yeah, you right about that.

He did ride the yellow bus.

- All kids ride the yellow bus, Grandpa Vinny.

- Well, he rode by himself.

The other kids wouldn't ride with him.

- Leah, I need to talk to him.

- Oh, do you mind? [nervous laughs]

- Wha--why I gotta check on your husband? I mean--

- Go on!

Don't stop 'til you get there!

Well, Cora.

- I really need to talk to him.

- Okay, will you just please let me talk to him first?

This is gonna be hard.

I mean, real hard.

I mean, devastatingly hard.

- Well, he can't be growing that stuff in here.

- I know.

- And that is-- - It's illegal,

you said that. - Yeah, and I can't go--

- 'Cause we can't go to jail. - Right.

- Yep. - I can't go to jail, girl.

'Cause I can't fight like my mama.

You don't even understand.

My mama got muscles. - Your mama?

- Yeah, she look hard. She look hard.

She hard.

- Hard.

- She cornrowed up under your arms.

- Oh. - Yeah.

But we not going to jail.

- We not gonna go to jail. - Okay.

'Cause Mr. Brown got rid of it.

That's why we not going to jail. - Yes, he did.

- And I need to talk to Vinny. - Okay.

Ooh, hold on now.

- Girl, don't be grabbing my arm like that.

I don't know you like that.

Your grip is strong.

Stronger than my mama.

Girl, you got some dude in you?

- Just my husband. [chuckles]

- Don't be nasty, girl. - Oh.

Well, you might wanna let me talk to him first.

You know, this is really gonna be hard for him,

and he's gonna be really mad.

- Why?

- Because he was really like...

attached to his patch.

- His patch?

He trying to stop smoking?

- No, his patch.

His patch of weed. - Oh.

Well, I don't care. - Ugh, Cora.

- I will not be a drug mule for nobody, baby.

Not no more.

- Okay.

Say what?

- Dragging me across the border with dope.

- What?

- Yeah, and then gonna have the border control tell them

that I'm from Mexico, when he already knew

I was from Georgia.

- What you talking about?

- And then she goes, "Speak Spanish."

Girl, I don't know how to speak no Spanish.

- Cora? - She's talking about,

"¿Cómo te llamas? ¿Cómo te llamas?"

I don't know what "¿Cómo te llamas?"

What is--what is that?

- Miss Cora, what you talking about?

- I--I'm sorry, baby.

I had a little flashback.

The thing about my mama, girl, she--I had a rough childhood.

- Okay, well, you are safe now.

- I was nine.

And she had me going across that border.

Had me going over there with a sombrero...

with a mariachi band.

Talking about ♪ Di di di di di-di dah

I was doing all of that.

- Well, come back. Come--come back now.

You safe now, okay? - I--I am?

- Yes. Yes, you are. - Ooh.

You gotta meet my mama.

- No, I don't.

- Why would he do that? - Do what?

- Grow that weed. - Well, uh, I mean--

- And why would my mama do--why would she do your own--

your only baby like that?

Why would you do that?

- Miss Cora, come on back now.

Come on back now, you hear?

Listen, he said it was for his personal use, okay?

- Yeah, you got me nervous all that.

I can't--that's too much.

I will not be a part of that sad criminal organization,

Your Honor, because I know it's illegal!

- Yeah, and so is pimping, but he said he was gonna

do that, too, so--

- He gonna try to pimp me, too?

- Uh, Cora, no.

- Girl, you know I can shake a little bit.

- Oooh.

- But I'm saved. - Amen.

It still shakes.

- But I really need to talk to him.

- Okay, please, just let me and my husband talk to him first,

like just let me and Jeremy talk to him, okay?

Like...this is gonna be a hard one.

So here's what we gotta do until then.

We just gotta keep him from going back there.

- You do that, because I don't care.

- Okay.

- I just ain't gonna be no mule.

- Okay.

I'll handle this. - Alright.

You better.

- Yeah, this ain't gonna be easy though.

- What? From keeping him from going back there?

- Yeah, just until I can talk to Jeremy.

He can help me fix this.

- Well you better think of something in a hurry,

'cause I'm gonna tell him. - Cora.

- I'm gonna give you 30 minutes.

- Thirty minutes? - Yes. That's it.

That's it. - Oh my gosh.

He's gonna be so mad.

- Oh well.

- I just want to say thank you.

- For what?

- Helping us. - Well--well, you welcome.

- But you're not in a criminal enterprise.

I got it. - That's right.

- I get it.

You know, this was really nice while it lasted.

- Wha--what--what you mean?

- You know he gonna kill him.

- [sniffs] What--what is that I smell?

- BOTH: [sniffing]

- That's weed.

- So is he back there smoking that?

See, now he doing all that cussing and smoking.

Where you--what is it?

- LEAH: Ah! No! No! No! No, no!

Mr. Brown is back there burning down all the grass.

- CORA: What? - Uh!

- MR. BROWN: [coughing] - CORA: Oh Jesus.

- ♪

- ♪

- MR. BROWN: [coughing]

- Put your hands up! - Put your--

- [coughing] - CORA: [indistinct talking]

- Come on now. - Alright.

- Come on. - [coughing]

- You got to get both legs. - [coughing]

- Wait, now, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay, baby.

- Who--who is the baby?

What's wrong with him?

What he biting on?

How long were you out there?

- I was out there a long time, baby.

[yells]

- What are you-- - Ahhhh! Ahh!

- CORA: Wait a minute, what--so where you at?

- I was standing right in the middle of it.

- In the middle? - And that stuff was

all over me, baby. - What?

- Yes.

It's like it was just right there in the middle of it, baby.

It smells so good. Ahhh!

Ahhh!

- What is wrong with--

- It smells go good, Cora.

Ooh, it smell so-- - Well--

- Wait a minute.

Is it hot in here, or it just me?

- It's just you.

- 'Cause I'm a hottie.

- Is he pinching the sofa?

- It's so hot. Sssh!

- What is it?

- Y'all hear that?

- Hear what?

- That's the sound of the rain hitting my naked body.

Trink, trink. Trink-trink.

Ahhh! [laughing] - Mr. Brown.

- Oh no.

Oh no, oh no! - Oh no!

- It's the bull, Cora. I'm riding a bull.

- He definitely has a contact high.

- Open the gate!

- Mr. Brown!

We gotta do something! - Uh...

Mr. Brown?

- Huh? Hey, baby.

Wait, wait.

- We gotta do something. - Well--well--

- Where did he go? - Where he go?

- Mr. Brown? - Mr. Brown?

- Yes, Lord?

- It's me.

It's me. - I hear you, Lord.

Kumbaya.

- That is not the Lord.

- That ain't the Lord? - No!

- Why y'all didn't you tell me that the Lord was a lady?

- Mr. Brown. - And, Cora.

Cora, come here. - What is it?

- You know, girl! - What is it?

- You look just like your mama. - Oh, would you stop it?

- You do if I squint my eyes.

You got--girl, you ugly. - Will you--

- Just like your mama. - Mr. Brown, don't do that.

- I think--hold up. - You think what?

- I think-- - Think what?

- ♪ Them people calling my name ♪

♪ Caliente

Touch me. I'm hot. - No.

- Touch me, Cora. - Isn't that your daddy?

- It is my daddy. - Touch me, Cora.

- Mr. Brown, what's wrong with you?

- Cora, is my--is my tongue heavy?

Is my tongue swole, Cora?

- I don't think so. - Cora, pull my tongue.

- No, Mr. Brown! - Cora, I think it's ha--

I think I'm going swallow my tongue, Cora.

- Oh, well-- - Hold it, Cora.

- No, I can't hold it. - I'll hold it.

- Mr. Brown?

- You ever had your tongue pulled?

- We gotta help him. - I don't know what to do.

I don't. I don't. - I need a drink.

- Well, I'll go get you some water.

- I don't want no water.

- Why?

- Cora, get me some hard liquor.

- You don't drink.

- Get me some "coni-yac."

Get me some vodka.

Get me some ta-ta-ta-ta tequila!

My mouth is so dry. - Well, I'm gonna get you

some water. - I don't want no--

♪ I don't want no peanut butter and jelly ♪

Get me some liquor, Cora. - What?

- I feel like lying, cussing, smoking, and drinking.

- Mr. Brown! - Cora, I'm finnin' to cuss.

- Don't cuss! - I'm finnin' to cuss!

- Don't cuss! - What the beep!

- You stop that! - You my beep!

- No! - I'm gonna kick all your

beep! - Mr. Brown, stop it!

- Kiss my beep! - Man, stop it now!

- Like your big old beep!

Without that beep! - Stop it!

Man, we gotta do something.

- Hey, girl.

What your name is?

- I'm Leah, Mr. Brown.

- My name is Leroy S.S. Brown.

The 'S' is for single and sexy.

- Okay.

- And salamander.

- Oooh!

- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.

I want my husband.

- Nobody move! - CORA: Ooh!

What is it? - It's the police!

- What?

- Cora, they watching us.

- Who watching us? - MR. BROWN: Everybody.

- CORA: Who? - Cora, it's cameras everywhere.

- CORA: Where? - Cora, it's cameras--that's

a camera, Cora. - Where?

- That's a camera. Look right there at the camera.

That's a camera too! - It is?

- Cora, smile for the camera, Cora.

Oh, Cora, we gotta put-- get some tape, Cora.

We gotta put tape on all the cameras, Cora.

Put tape on the cameras, Cora. It's tape.

There's cameras everywhere, Cora!

- Where? - Cora, is you wearing a wire?

- No-- - She ain't with us.

- Uh-uh.

- You look like an alias.

Cora, look how she disappeared.

But her booty still right, 'cause she got a big, ol' thing.

- Mr. Brown!

- It was sticking out there, Cora.

You think they built her booty like they do everybody else?

- Would you stop-- - You know them booties

fuller than 'em now, Cora. They be walking like this.

- Mr.-- - Come on, "I'd like to have

a large Nicki Minaj."

- Would you stop it?

What is wrong with you?

- Cora, I'm on that stuff.

Whoo! Y'all got some more?

- No.

- Cora, come fan me. - CORA: You just--

- [sighs] Get me some grapes!

- I really don't know.

This ain't never happened to me before.

- The man is after us, Cora!

- Who after you?

- Them!

- You said you was them!

- I ain't them! - CORA: Who is them?

- Them is they!

Cora, get them! Get them, Cora!

- Well, where you going? - MR. BROWN: I'm going--

- Where am I--got to go help him!

- I don't know, I'm gonna help too.

- ♪

- They got me away, Cora! They got me!

They taking me, Cora! - CORA: [yelling]

Wait! Wait! Wait.

- Mm. Whoo!

- Honey. - Baby, I smell so good. Mm.

- Um--

- That lavender, mm.

Why you never let me use that before?

Thing got my balls tingling and everything.

- Oh, baby, I need to-- um...

- And why you send my grandfather in there

while I was in there? - Honey?

- No, I know you know he gonna come sit on the toilet

when I'm in the tub. - We have a problem.

- Baby, baby, baby, I've been stinking forever.

I just got clean. I'm smelling good,

I really don't wanna hear no problems,

please, no more problems. - Honey. Honey.

- Wha--what the kids do?

- It's not the kids.

- Listen, listen to me. - Baby, baby, I'm clean.

Look. Finally. - [sniffs] Ooh.

Ooh. - Ooh.

- But, no, would you listen? Listen!

First, stay focused!

- You the one that need to stay focused.

Getting up all on me.

- Oh, boy, look here. - What is it?

- Mr. Brown, cut down

Grandpa Vinny's weed stash.

- You lying. - No.

- What the-- - Oh no.

And then--and then--and then he set it on fire.

And now he got a contact high.

- And my grandpa don't know?

- No.

- Oh, man, somebody got that good-good. [laughs]

- Ooh. - Oh, damn.

- And that smell like my-- - Hey, Grandpa,

you hungry, ain't you? - No, I'm not hungry.

- Hey! I am.

I got the munchies.

I feel like eating up everything.

- Finally!

Where you been?

Mr. Brown, come sit down. - Cora, I've been down there.

Ooh, ooh.

Cora, ain't nobody gonna sit down.

Sitting is for suckers, Cora, I'm a warrior.

- Mr. Brown. - Warrior.

I--I am Sparta!

- Mr. Brown. - See my chest hairs?

- Wait a minute. What is wrong with that fool?

- Who is this disgusting peasant?

You will not destroy me. Who are you?

- Mr. Brown, just calm down.

- What is the meaning of this? - Sit--sit down.

- Oh, huh-uh. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. You've been smoking!

- [screams] - [clapping]

- I'm getting ready to slap you.

And slap the high out your ass.

- Cut all the cussing out. - I'm sorry.

Oh, uh-uh, no. - Grandpa!

- No! No! - Where you--where you going?

- No, man, I got to see what's going on out here.

- Cora, can you do that dance the kids be doing?

Like--I think I--

- ♪

- ♪

- Cora, I'm flying. - You're just doing it all.

- What did he do?

- Oh, Grandpa, Grandpa, calm--calm down, okay?

- No, no! What did he do?

What did he do?

- He just cut the grass. - Oh, you don't understand!

What did he do? - Ooh, Grandpa!

- Ah, Lord! What did he do?

- He just cut the grass. - No, no, no, no.

No, what did he do?

- He cut the grass.

- He cut my grass?

Ahh!

Uh, eee. Ah.

- Oh. Oh, Jesus.

- [laughs]

- Grandpa. Where you going, Grandpa?

- I'm gonna get an ax.

I'm gonna get a butcher knife. - LEAH: Uh-huh.

- I'm gonna get a butter knife. - Why--why?

- I'm gonna get a pick. - Huh?

- I'm gonna get a saw. - Why--why you getting

all that stuff, Grandpa? - Get a drill.

He cut my grass! I'm gonna cut his ass!

- No, Grandpa!

- He said, "I cut his grass, he gonna cut my beep!"

- Would you stop that?

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