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♪

♪

- Hey.

What can I get you?

♪

- A new life.

I can't help you with that one,

but how about a drink?

- I'm just looking for answers. - Well,

most of the people that come in here are...

Looking for someone

or trying to find themselves.

- I don't think you underst--

Have you seen her before?

- That's my fiancée.

Have you seen her?

- Possibly. I mean, I see a lot of people.

This is a bar. - This is important.

Well, whenever people

ask questions with pictures, it usually is.

Are you a cop?

- No, I'm not a cop.

I'm just desperate.

How about her?

Ohh.

- We met w-- what is this about?

- I think I'll take that drink now.

- Tom Collins.

I'll just take a whiskey.

♪

- Hey.

What's that?

- You know, it's a long story, and, um,

I'm sure you've heard it a million times before.

- Well, we don't pick up till after 5:00.

We got all the time in the world.

- Well, then, you better leave the bottle.

♪

♪

- So we go to the crib right after the movies, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - And I'm giving it to her.

- Okay. - Putting all back into her.

You know what I mean? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, but she pulled out a dildo.

- Oh. - At first I was bugging,

then I started thinking about it.

"Yeah, let's get it!" You know what I mean?

- Yeah, yeah, okay. - She's a freak!

So, boom, I'm giving it to her.

I'm putting everything into her.

Ooh. Ty is giving it to her.

I'm bringing the pain, baby. - Okay.

- Yeah.

- The chick had had the nerve to say,

"Bend over."

Bend over for what?

- He bent that ass over.

I remember one time, I was with this girl,

and she had a 12-inch double-dong.

Mmm. We had some good times.

- That's my cue to go. - Mmm-mmm-mmm.

- I'm out of here. - I can still remember

her sweating...

- I feel so uncomfortable. - Shaking...

That was one of the best times I think I ever had.

It was like, when she came...

all right.

♪

- I need to talk to you a minute.

♪

- Well, I'm sure this is about the Varsity account.

I think a promotion's in order, gentlemen.

- Ay, just make sure I get that laptop

before you roll out, a'ight? - Ah...

- Don't forget us little people on your way up his ass.

- I don't kiss ass.

- Maybe that's why you're still single.

- Maybe that's why your breath stinks.

- Aww. Go on in there and J that PEG.

That's nasty.

- Good Lord. - God damn it, Walter.

- You look like a overdressed seal puppy.

- Martin.

You, uh

- Why don't you take a seat, Allen?

Are you a God-fearing man, Allen?

- Yes.

Yes, I go to-- I've been once to, uh, church.

Are we getting a church account, sir?

- No. Do you like Prince, Allen?

Yeah, I mean, who doesn't love Prince?

I never took you for a Prince fan, sir.

- I'm not.

I detest Prince.

You know something, Allen?

I think that you are the... most talented creative director

that we've ever had in this company.

Our clients love your work, and I've never seen...

work that's been green-lit on first pass

with such consistency.

- Thank you.

- And I just want to let you know

that that has not gone unnoticed.

- Well, I--I like to think that I put my heart and soul--

- And I want to let you know that that is the reason...

why I tolerate your tardiness

and your idle chatter and all your...

bullshit.

- Uh...that's fair.

But, you know, I think the chatter

is good for the synergy of--of the fellow...

- I have two daughters, Allen.

Two brilliant, beautiful daughters,

neither of whom is into graphic design or marketing,

and I need someone...

to take over the business when I retire.

- So you're...

going to give me the-- the company.

I don't know. Wh

- You know what these are, Allen?

These are two tickets

to see Prince in concert this Friday night.

Wow. Thank you.

- I want you to take my daughter.

- To the concert this Friday night.

What do you think we've been talking about, Allen?

- I have no idea.

- I got these tickets for my daughter.

She doesn't have a date.

You're still single, right?

- So we're on the same page.

Right?

We are on the same page.

We're definitely in the same book, I think.

- Good.

So Friday night, you'll come to my home,

and these tickets...

will be waiting for you, as will...my daughter.

♪

- Okay, so...

- I'll see you Friday night.

- Friday, then.

- If he offered you the company,

why are you so glum?

Because...

I think it's contingent on me dating his daughter.

- Yo, you get to bang the boss's daughter?

- I don't wanna bang the boss's daughter!

- Just put a bag over her head.

- Oh, she ugly. Is she ugly?

- I mean, she's gotta be.

Why else would he bribe me to date her?

- You know, that's weird, 'cause I always imagined him

having badass daughters, man.

Like--like big ole--

- No.

- I mean, they-- - No, stop, stop.

Look. Look,

I met the oldest daughter.

- And she's one of those annoying Jesus freaks,

and she scared the hell out of me.

No pun.

- Yeah. - I can't take those.

- I mean, if you don't wanna do it,

just decline.

That's never gonna happen.

- Martin's making

$1.2 million a year.

Annually. Every year.

- He--he caught me off guard.

You know, I need this job, at least until...

I finish my book. - Oh, okay.

- Like that's ever gonna happen.

- Hey. I'm in a slump.

It's a slump! - You've been writing

that book a year. - Long slump.

- I can finish the book. - I don't even know

what the book about-- - Maurice!

Yes, sir?

- I e-mailed it an hour ago, sir.

- An hour ago. - Yes.

- You know I don't do that JPEG, PDF stuff.

- I didn't know that.

- So maybe you should go in my office right now

and do it for me,

because the client, she's...

on the phone right now. - Right, right.

Yes, sir.

Can't open an e-mail.

Owns the company, but can't open an e-mail.

- Maurice!

"I need you..." - Allen.

Yeah, Mar--uh...

yes, Martin?

♪

- You know, I was thinking...

maybe we should leave this alone?

Martin, please.

He's going to be here in five minutes.

Dad, I thought you said he was giving me a ticket.

You didn't say I had to

go on a blind date with some lackey.

- I am just trying to help.

- Proverbs.

Proverbs, Gemma. Proverbs.

Proverbs 17:15.

"He that justifies the wicked

condemns the just, and is condemned,

and"...

Wait a minute.

Elaine?

- Proverbs 17:15.

- I don't know!

- Wait a minute.

- Dad.

Mm-mm. I'm not a child.

See, this is why I didn't wanna come here in the first place.

- Gemma, it's just one date. One date.

One date, darling. And you agreed to it.

- No, I didn't.

You need to get ready in five minutes

or get ready to move out of here

and live your life on a teacher's salary

instead of my salary.

Get it?

Wow. I hate this house.

Hate it.

♪

- Ah. - Martin.

- You're early. That's new.

Come on in.

- Come on. - Yeah.

- Did you Uber over, or... - No, uh, that's really my car.

- Listen, this is my beautiful wife...

- Dr. Elaine Anderson.

- Oh, wow. Nice to meet you.

- Take a picture. Go ahead.

- Oh. - Oh, he's handsome.

- Yes.

Well, you know, she'll probably still complain.

Ah, there she is! There she is.

- You look so pretty.

- Allen, this is our baby girl, Gem.

- Gem.

Not Jim. Gem, Gem.

- Gem! - Short for Gemma.

Jim's a man's name. She's a...

- With a G. - Woman.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- I got you these, uh, flowers.

- That's lovely.

- Okay, let's take a picture before you guys leave.

- Oh, you cannot be serious. - Yes, I am, Gemma.

- Listen, before you take that picture--

wait, let me give you these. - Oh, darling.

- Tickets to the concert. Hold them up.

That's upside down. There--there you go.

Hold 'em up. Good.

- Get together. Little closer.

- Go ahead. Just a couple pictures.

- Just smile, sweetheart. - Cannot believe

we're doing this. - Smile.

A picture or two...

- Thank you. - Oh, okay.

- You guys have a wonderful evening.

- Now, don't forget to take some selfies

at the concert and Instagram us.

You have my Twitter account as well, right?

Yes? - Okay.

- I--I don't think...

- You guys go. Have a wonderful time.

Be safe. - Be safe.

- Lovely meeting you. - You as well.

- Doctor...

Did you know that tulips

are an aphro... ...disiac?

And we haven't gotten busy in the foyer

since, uh... the Bush administration.

And speaking of the Bush administration,

I would love...

I would love to see your Bush administration.

- No. Uh...no.

No, no.

Whatever. - No, you have nice parents.

- Yeah.

You know, you can just drop me off at the concert

if you don't wanna be bothered.

I truly don't mind.

- No, it's fine. Really.

- Okay. - Okay.

Okay. All right.

- ♪ You might be a problem

♪ You might be a problem

♪ But I might be an answer

So, you like Prince?

- No.

I just enjoy going to concerts to hear music I don't like.

- So where did, uh, "Gem" come from?

- Your parents didn't have the talk with you?

When two people love each other,

they get together, and they...

No, where did the... the name "Gem" come from?

- My dad was in the air force

and he was stationed in England,

and, um...

His favorite TV show had a character on there

named Gemma.

- That's pretty cool.

- Shoot.

I mean,

no 20-something-year-old man enjoys Prince that much.

You serious?

- Oh, come on.

What, did my dad give you a promotion?

Or do you have a better parking space?

What is it?

- Actually, uh, no.

He offered me the whole company.

- Ha!

- Yeah. Yeah.

But now I think it has something to do with

my ability to deal with contentious clients.

- Mm. - Yeah.

- Funny guy.

- So are you in the legal department?

- I am the creative director.

I create the concepts,

which works, 'cause I'm a writer.

And, uh, I'm actually working on my first, uh--

All right.

So what's your favorite Prince album?

- "Purple Rain."

You are a commercial fan.

- Okay, Ms. Judgmental.

What is your favorite Prince album?

- I would say the debut album, "Prince."

It was great.

- That's not his debut album. - Yes, it is.

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

- No, it's--that's not his debut album.

You're wrong. - Look it up.

Look it up.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Ah. - "Ah."

Mmm, those words taste good, huh?

- Okay, well--well, okay. Look at you.

- Yeah, who's a "commercial fan" now?

- No, no, no, no. I own all of Prince's albums.

- Apparently, you don't. Apparently, you're missing one.

- I might let you hold it

if you...if you act right.

Okay. - Yeah.

[Meshell Ndegeocello's "Bright Shiny Morning"]

♪

- ♪ If you think I owe you something ♪

♪

♪ Get in line

♪ Get in line ♪

♪

♪ You want compensation

♪

♪ Get in line

♪ Get in line ♪

- Mmm.

Yeah.

Oh, I'd love to eat at that place!

- Uh-huh. - You're always eavesdropping.

That proves nothing. - Uh-huh.

♪

- ♪ Get in line - I'll get in line.

- ♪ Get in line

♪

- It's showtime.

♪

You say, "Sing me something."

♪

- Aww, look at you.

Someone's got your nose wide open.

- Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.

Here, pussy, pussy--

oh! Ow!

- ♪ My love

That's never enough.

- ♪ It's never ever good enough ♪

♪ Never ever good enough

- I'm really disappointed.

♪

- ♪ Get in line

♪ Get in line ♪

♪

- The things you do...

I'd do anything, but what you do...

- I actually like this place.

- Yeah.

So what's the surprise? Hmm?

- The surprise is...

it wouldn't be a surprise

if I told you right now, would it?

- You got a point. - Yeah.

- Okay, okay, okay.

So did my dad give you a promotion?

- Your dad giving away promotions.

That sounds like Martin.

No, your dad did not give a promotion.

- I don't even know why I asked.

- Yeah.

Did you get a book deal?

- I wish. I wish,

but that's not it either. - Oh, Jesus.

What is it, Allen? - Ah, "thou shalt not take

the Lord's name in vain." - There they are.

- Hello, sweetie.

- Hungry and impatient.

- No, no, no.

No, we haven't even ordered yet, actually.

Oh, you know what?

I really wanna thank you guys for joining us

during this very... special occasion,

and I apologize if I come off as...nervous,

because I am.

- Oh, you're doing just fine.

- Thank you.

So as you know,

I have been dating your lovely daughter

for some time now.

And if there are no reservations,

I would like to take this opportunity to...

secure my intentions with her.

- I have absolutely no reservations whatsoever.

No reservations. - No.

- Great.

I hope this moment comes off

as more memorable than embarrassing.

Oh, my God.

Wait, what?

Oh, my God.

- Gemma Anderson,

would you make me the happiest man alive

and do me the honor of becoming my wife?

- Of course.

- Aww.

- Oh, my God.

What?

- I love you. - I love you too.

- Mm-hmm. - Well done.

Well done. - Thank you, thank you.

- Oh, it's lovely. - And I wish you

nothing but the best.

About time you stopped living in sin, my dear.

Okay?

So what happened to the, uh...

upgrade that I fronted you for that ring?

- Um, I used all of it, but the ring is all I have.

- That's all you have. Oh.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- And are you ready to take your drinks?

- I'll have scotch, please. Thank you.

A scotch. - Water.

- Scotch.

Gem tells me that, uh, your book--

the book thing is in limbo.

4 1/2 years, you've been working on this thing, and...

- I mean...

- Martin, "limbo" is a, uh, strong word for that...

- Well-- - But I'm working on it.

It's, uh... - Good.

Well, we hope that you finish it

before you...guys start having children.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- Well, I can't wait to read it.

I'm sure it'll be fantastic.

- Thank you, thank you.

- Why don't you give up these dreams--

you know, the literary thing--

and, uh--and just focus on...

focus on business, son.

Hey, you're not pregnant, are you?

You're not-- - No, nobody's pregnant.

- No.

- You're not pregnant. - Not yet.

- Not yet. - "Not yet"!

- Not yet. - Not yet, son.

- Oh, no, I'm creating a guest list.

- Okay. All right.

How many people does it look like we're bringing?

- Well, I don't want a big wedding, so...

Right now, it's only a little bit over 100 people.

- Okay. - It's not bad.

- Yeah.

- That's a lot, babe.

I hope that's both of our families,

'cause I don't know if I can afford--

like, that's-- 100 people's a lot of people.

- No, it's just my side.

- Jesus.

- Look, the father of the bride pays for the wedding,

so don't have a heart attack.

- That's right. I keep forgetting

you come from money.

- Yeah, I do, so, uh, keep that in mind

when you write your list out, okay?

- I don't think there's room for my list.

I'm just gonna feed off your friends and family.

- Mm. Speaking of friends, um,

I was thinking about inviting my old college roommate.

You know, maybe she could be the maid of honor

and come help out with the wedding.

Not your sister?

- No. Are you serious?

I want a wedding, not a circus, Allen.

Besides, it's just a close friend of mine.

- It's your maid of honor. Yeah.

Well, I haven't heard you talk about her before.

Are you sure you'll be able to find her?

- Yeah. I mean, it's been a while,

but I'm sure she's around. - Yeah, I'm sure she's around.

- You know, I might actually need that mirror to drive, Gem.

- Okay. How's my makeup?

It's too much.

Damn. - No, I think it's fine.

- Mm. - Okay.

- My hands are so sweaty.

This was a mistake.

- Okay, I haven't seen you this anxious before.

- Mm-mm. I'm fine.

I'm fine. - Okay.

- My makeup does look good, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Oh, we've gotta show her a fun time this weekend.

You'll like her. - I'm sure I will.

- Oh, stop right here.

I'ma go inside to go get her. - Okay.

Wait, I--I don't know her. - Oh, I'll text you her photo.

Great.

Okay, this is impossible.

Okay...

♪

You gotta be kidding me.

♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- You're Kiya.

- You.

- Let me just help with your bags.

- No, no, no, chill. I'll put it in the back, okay?

I'm telling you, I can't get used to this weather at all.

- Kiya!

- Hey! - Hey, G-Bear.

How you doing? - Good!

- Come here. - We must've just

missed each other. - You know I never go inside.

I always come around. - Hey.

- Yeah.

- You look good.

Don't, no--

- Let's go.

So, Gem, tell me more about this wedding of yours.

You know, I don't know anything.

- Ooh. You see the rock?

- Look more like a pebble to me, but...

It is 1/4 karat.

- A whole 1/4 karat.

- I told you I was gonna upgrade that

when I got the chance.

- No, again, I wasn't complaining.

- Mm-hmm. - Sounded like a complaint.

So Allen...

I hear you're a writer.

- Yeah, that's what I do.

I'm the writer in this family.

What's your genre?

- Um...I'm still kind of searching

for my niche right now. - Yeah, you struggling.

- No, no, no, I've written some shorts.

- No, I'm not--

I'm not having writer's block. I just...

I'm in a slump.

- Man, don't worry about that. You'll get through it.

- Yeah. - Kiya's a writer.

- Oh! Cool.

- Mm.

Yeah, she writes romance novels.

- "Romance"!

I've actually never heard anyone describe it like that,

so that's refreshing.

- Yeah, yeah. Romance is pretty cool.

Yeah, as a fellow writer,

I'm sure you understand the trials

and tribulations of what we do.

It's like the hardest thing in the world

just finding a publisher

unless you're freakin' Ernest Hemingway.

- Uh, babe,

Kiya's already published.

- Yeah, she's written, you know--what,

seven, eight novels now?

- Uh, nine actually.

- Yeah, nine. - Oh.

Oh, that's--that's-- that's cool.

That's...that's really cool.

- Mm-hmm. - Hey, maybe she can

help you, you know, with your stuff

and look over whatever you have and give you some pointers.

- I actually think

that's a great idea, though.

- Yeah, that-- that sounds, uh...

I wasn't really looking for any notes or anything,

but, um, it's okay. Yeah.

- You might need some notes, you know...

- You guys wanna listen to the radio or something?

- No, thank you. Let's just chill.

♪

Okay, so you're down the hall on the left.

- Oh, there's a key

under the pottery in case you get locked out.

- Damn, this is the smallest house on the block.

- Thanks.

- Man, at least it's yours, right?

Chill. - It's actually a lease.

This is ridiculous.

"

Take your ass to the hotel, then.

- Uh, we can hear you, Allen!

I don't care.

- Hey, be nice.

- I'm trying to be nice. He's not being nice to me.

- Well, it's good to see you.

I didn't mean anything negative by my comment.

I like your house. Got rugs and stuff.

It's cute.

- Oh, that's my latest one. Coming out sometime next month.

- Thanks. - No sweat.

- We're actually gonna go to the mall

and grab a bite.

We'll be back later. Is that cool with you, Allen?

- Sure. - Okay.

- Wait, wait, wait. You still have to ask

for permission? - Yes, I do.

Come on, let's go.

I'll see you, babe.

- This is the smallest house on the block.

Girl, I'm sorry.

- It is. - You need money--

you need money--you know I can help you out, though.

- Stop it. What are you talking about?

Boo boy needs to come up.

- He's good, he's good. You see the size of this ring?

I don't see anything.

♪

- Yep.

I would take you to the class, but we're on break.

- Oh, okay.

And how'd you meet Justin Dweeber?

- He is not a dweeb. He's just--

- A dweeb.

- Exactly, but, you know, in a cool sort of way.

Don't you think?

- I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again,

is what I think.

♪

- "Summer thrust her tongue deep into Suzanne's firm mount,

"completely giving in to her desires,

her mouth roaming."

Oh, you dirty girl.

♪

Damn, she's good.

- So you do like Asian. - Of course I like Asian.

[both laughing, talking indistinctly]

- Yeah, all right.

- Whoa!

- I shouldn't have had that drink.

Allen, we're home. - You had four.

- I'm in the bedroom!

- I got you some Asian.

I should be able to find space in the refrigerator

amongst all these leftovers I have in here.

- You can put it on the lowest shelf.

Down, down.

Okay.

All right, I'm gonna find you some towels.

- Oh, okay.

- Okay.

Hey, babe.

- Hey.

It was great.

Now I finally have someone

to tell me I don't look fat in my wedding dress.

Now you have two someones

to tell you how you don't look fat

in your wedding dress.

- Yeah. - Girl, any fat on you

is all in the right places. - I wish.

- Is she, uh...

What, you got the shakes?

- What differences does it make if she were?

- Yes, she's gay.

- Didn't you say that you two went to Georgia State together?

- Yeah. So what?

- I had this, um...

I had this roommate when I was in college.

Wesley. Kendrick Wesley.

Nasty.

Man, this dude would pick his nose

and have snotty tissues all over the room.

He was just a--he was-- he was a mess.

Nasty joker.

Just kind of goes to show,

you can pick your classes,

but you can't pick your roommate, huh?

- Yeah, it's interesting.

- Yeah. Yeah, it's interesting.

♪

You know, I love Piedmont,

but isn't there a park closer to your house?

- Yeah, but this was our park, remember?

- Yeah, that's true. Boy, I don't even know

why I left Atlanta in the first place.

- Kiya, maybe because you had too much competition.

- But I have fam over here. - Yeah.

- So I was meaning to ask you-- - Hey, do you think

I should wear a white wedding dress,

or is it too cliché? - No, that's fine.

I just really want to ask you--

- Oh, we should work out every day up until my wedding.

You know, hit the gym? No.

Now, look.

You didn't bring me all the way out here

to work out every single day.

- I've got a better idea.

- Let's go to the club tonight.

- That's fine by me. - Okay, let's go.

- Let's do that. Come on.

- You gotta get in shape.

- I'm telling you, don't nobody walk like that,

dress like that, talk like that unless...

Unless you're gay.

- Tobi--yeah!

- No. No, man, he's just...

he's eclectic. - "Eclectic."

- Oh, I'm Dominican.

But it doesn't have anything to do with it, though.

- I thought... - I guess that's why

y'all both talk and dress the same way.

- Whoa! Look at you today.

Don't you look good. Look like a little

working out Hershey bar.

You looking good with them muscles.

Mmm! - Eclectic.

- Huh.

- You do look like a workout Hershey bar, though.

- Yeah. He's gay.

- It's the way that I would describe you.

- Bye.

- Why do I always get left alone?

- Yeah.

- And we're right in the middle of the throes, right?

And I'm looking at her, and I'm trying to figure,

"Who does she remind me of?" right?

- Wait, wait, one sec. A female?

Like, you took a girl home from the club?

- Right, right, right, right. So I get her home

and I'm trying to think, "Who the hell

does she remind me of," right? - All right, man.

You took a chick-- like, a woman--

- Yes, yes, yes, female. - From the club.

You. - Female, female.

Yes. Okay? - I would like to hear

the rest of the story. - Thank you.

- Wow. Hmm. - So did you figure out

who...who'd she look like?

- And I'm looking at her, right?

- Yeah. - And it comes to me.

She looks like a female version of Morris Chestnut.

Boom! And I tore that ass up.

- Yeah, there it is.

- Move over, please.

- I think Tobias got lucky at the club.

- No, he didn't. - Hey, that's what's up.

- No, he didn't. - Gimme some of that.

- It wasn't a pound moment, bro.

- Yeah, it was. - Trust me.

- Oh, come on. Don't be a hater.

- Morris Chestnut. - She was dark and lovely.

That's all I'm saying. Okay.

- Dark and lovely. - Morris Chestnut.

- A pretty one.

Is she fine?

- She's a, uh, lesbian.

'Cause I was thinking about

maybe you could hook this brother up, right?

- She's a real lesbian. She don't want you.

- Wait a minute. You left your woman home

with a lesbian? Are you out of your mind?

- I don't know.

- It's her best friend. What am I supposed to do?

Trust me, brother,

they are not just best friends. - Wait, so gay people

can't be friends with straight people?

- No, all I'm saying is, if a man can't

be "just friends" with a woman that he's interested in,

what makes you think a gay woman can?

- Yeah.

All I'm saying is this, brother:

that lemon's got a sweet tooth for your sweetheart.

Trust me.

- Yes, Gem.

She's sweeter than a Georgia peach,

and I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.

You know how I know? 'Cause I got that gaydar.

Trust me.

Didn't you say she was one of those 'tarians?

- Yeah.

- She's a pescatarian.

- Boom.

- It means she only eats fish.

- There you go. Boom.

- I missed that. So I eat fish--

- Fish. - So I eat fish.

I'm a Presbyterian too?

- Every morning, I wake up, I figure,

"How the hell did you get this job?"

- Mm-hmm.

- And every minute I'm sitting here,

I'm trying to figure out how

you breathing in that shirt.

- Wait a minute. Didn't you say they, uh--

they went to college together?

- Mm-mm. - Mm-hmm.

Dorm buddies.

- "Dorm buddies."

- Dorm buddies!

- I'll be back.

- It's something to think about.

- It's just--it's something

to think about. - Come on.

Why y'all guys do that to him?

- That looks good.

- But I'm, like, the best, though.

- Yeah, you did a good job. - Thank you.

Oh, I did a good job?

- Cool.

- Thank you.

No problem.

As always. Come on, when have I failed?

Come on. - Ah!

Hey! - Hey.

- Um... - Mm.

It's kind of...

- Raunchy.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Did you get excited?

- It's a nice read. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Kiya wants to go to the club tonight.

- It's cool.

We don't need a chaperone or anything.

Come on. - No, no, no, no.

Come on, babe. We haven't been to a club

in ages. - No, no, no, she's right.

It's the middle of the week. You guys don't need me.

- Besides, I don't think you'd like where we're going anyway.

Though he does look a little...

- Stop, stop. Kay.

- Oh, it's a lesbian club.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. - Okay.

♪

- Okay. - Okay.

♪

- Is there a cover to get in here?

- I think so, but I know people inside,

so we can get free drinks, maybe?

I don't know. We'll see.

- I just can't believe

all these girls are, you know...

- Gay. Gay.

- I was gonna say "lesbian," but, uh, I mean, yeah.

They're all--they're all, like, feminine

and beautiful and sexy... - Wait--uh, so wait.

I'm gay, so what you trying to say?

I'm not feminine, sexy? What?

- Well... - Uh-huh, yep.

- I mean, you're--

- ♪ Don't want beef

- Saying he doesn't know gay people are fine, sexy,

feminine--but I'm gay, so what's he trying

to say about me? - Whoa! Hey.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- I'm Carlos.

Don't I know you? - I don't think so, no.

- Oh, my fault. - No.

- My apologies, once again. - Yeah, it's okay.

- Okay, look. Hey, Carlos?

I'm not, uh, you know. - He's with us.

- Oh. I guess I'll just

have to wait my turn.

- ♪ Y'all folks start talkin' noise ♪

- Now I know what straight girls go through

in regular clubs. - No, actually, you don't,

'cause you guys are way worse. At least you don't

get called a bitch. - Yeah, or a ho.

- That too.

He's still here. - Come on.

- You need to get comfortable.

[dance music playing on speakers]

♪

- I'm good, thank you very much.

May I please get two rum and Cokes

and, uh... what would you like?

- Oh, uh, and a Coke. - And a Coke.

Thanks. - You got it.

- Thank you.

Thank you. - That'll be $20.

- I'll give it to you right now.

- Oh, I got it. - No, no, no, chill.

Chill, I got it. You guys took me out tonight.

It's my treat. Besides, the Coke was free.

There you go. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- This drink is good. Mmm.

You remembered this is my favorite drink.

- I remember everything. Come on, this is my song.

- Okay.

♪

- What's your name, sweetheart?

- All--Allen.

Oh, God, man. Would you give it a rest?

- Where would you like me to rest it?

- Ugh, over there. Just rest--

rest it right over there somewhere.

Look, I told you before, man, I'm with her.

- You're not with her. - Yes, I am.

I'm with her. - No, you're not with her.

- Yes, I--I'm--look.

Would you give it a rest? I'm not even gay.

Okay? I'm straight.

I'm straight.

- You may say you're straight, but your friend,

she clearly looks like she's with that other girl.

- No, that's just her...

That's her friend.

- They seem like they're more than friends to me.

Maybe it's you who lie to himself,

like you don't want me. - Hey, hey!

Hey! Look, no, man.

No means no.

♪

- No.

No, I did not have any fun, but I'm glad you did.

Next time, leave me at home.

- Bye, Allen!

- Okay. I don't wanna talk about it.

- Is that the guy from the club?

- He's a terrorist and I don't feel safe.

Where's Kiya?

- Babe. - Oh.

- Right there. - Okay.

Signing autographs or something.

- Yo! - Hey.

- I'm hungry. Let's go eat.

- Okay, drop me off at home first.

- Yes, yes, I'm starving.

- Babe, I don't-- I wanna go home.

- I've had enough of all this for one night.

- You should feel right at home at home.

Let's go.

- Because the freaks come out at night.

- Oh! - That's not funny.

I don't know that guy.

- ♪ Even if it takes all night ♪

♪ Let me love you down

[Meshell Ndegeocello's "Let Me Love You Down"]

♪ Baby, it will be so right

♪ Let me love you down

- All right.

- Mmm.

I'm gonna use the restroom. It's the first time

I've been able to do it in peace.

- Okay. - Okay.

- All right. - Can you order me

a short stack? - Yeah, I got you.

I, on the other hand, I do not know what I want.

Do you know what you're gonna get?

- I know what I wanna eat,

but it's not on the menu.

- Stop, Kiya.

- No.

Wow, really?

Okay.

- Hey. What'd I miss?

both: Nothing.

That was a long night.

- Yeah.

Um, Gem-- - He's coming.

Leave it open. - Yeah.

- Nothing.

- Yo. - Hey.

- I didn't see your lipstick.

I looked under the seat and everywhere.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Right here. - Damn it.

The whole time. - The whole time, yeah.

Bullshit. - Babe!

♪

- I've been waiting for you--

me and One-Eyed Willy.

- Not tonight. I'm tired.

- No.

I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood.

- Bet you'd be in the mood if you actually enjoyed sex.

What?

That's not true. I do enjoy the sex.

Then how come you don't "arrive"?

- I don't know.

- Well, your not knowing leaves me feeling

kind of inadequate. Like...

you don't enjoy what we do. You know what I'm saying?

- Don't feel like that.

I mean, that type of stuff doesn't matter anyway.

- All right, so in Europe, that's what they're called.

You never been to Europe? They go,

"Hey, can I get a fag?"

That's because back in the day,

when they light them, they would flame.

- Oh. - So that's why

they call them "fags." - Okay.

- Hmm. - I didn't know that.

- Yeah. I know a lot--

- Yo!

You ready to hit this cigar, bro?

Really, man?

That's just great. That's just great.

- I'm trying to help him stop smoking, okay?

But I'll take it, 'cause I don't have a problem

putting a fag in my mouth. Mmm.

Especially a tight Cuban.

- Yeah.

- I saw this wedding gown online,

and I know exactly what I want. - Okay.

So, Gem tells me you're a successful writer?

Keya, is it? - Yeah, something like that.

- Okay. - Oh, Mom, it's Kiya.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Kiya.

- No problem.

- All right. Thank you.

Come, come...Kiya.

- Hey.

Why are you in such a crappy mood?

- So, look.

I'm engaged to be married.

Uh - Uh-huh.

- Yeah, I'm done.

- Kiya!

- ...more modern-day look.

- Kiya! Ki...

Kiya! - Gemma, honey,

where are you going? - Kiya!

Kiya, wait! Stop!

Kiya! What are you doing?

Come--come on back inside.

Uh-uh.

Stop.

- Can't believe I fell for this.

- Look, look. Would you just

come back inside?

- To be my maid of honor.

Why am I here really?

- Kiya, what do you want me to say?

Huh? - Go back to your...

- Come here. Stop it.

Why are you doing this right now?

Look. Fine.

I missed you.

- Well, you've got a sorry way of showing it.

What? What do you want me to say?

You know my family's very religious.

I'm not as courageous as you.

- What you're doing is so messed up.

- Gemma Louise Anderson, have you lost your mind?

- No.

- Let it go. - Gemma!

- Mom, I'll be in there in just a second.

Just give me a minute.

- No, Mom.

What? Just give me one moment.

Please.

- You're on something.

- Come.

- Go. I'll be there right now.

- Mm-hmm.

What are you looking at?

- Annette, would you scan that for me, please?

Thank you very much. I love that color on you.

Fabulous.

- Oh, hey.

- Allen. - Martin.

- Allen.

Elaine tells me that you have a new houseguest.

- I think "guest" is a pretty strong term

for what I have at the house right now.

- And she is, uh...

You know.

Oh! Oh, oh, that.

Um, yes. I--I believe,

from what I've observed about her.

- Yes. - That might be true.

- Well, you know, the, uh...

BLT people...

- I think there's a G in there somewhere.

- The gays.

- Yes.

- They're very talented...

at, uh... design and arts...

craft... ice skating.

But they're sinners.

You know that.

And they're going to hell.

That's scripture,

and Allen, if you lie down with dogs,

you may well wind up with fleas.

So I'll see you at rehearsal dinner, huh?

Allen, a word of advice:

Leviticus.

- Leviticus.

Good talk.

- Leviticus, Allen.

- I don't know why you waited

the week before your wedding to get fitted.

- Because I needed to lose a little weight

and get in shape first, Mom.

- Keya, what do you think of the dress?

- I think it's wonderful.

- Mom, her name's Kiya.

- I'm sorry. Key knew.

- Well, I'm finished.

- And your alterations will be ready tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Thank you. I need to get this off.

- Okay. - Yes, I'm fine,

but I'm gonna get out of this dress,

so excuse me.

- Mom, her name is Kiya.

- I'm so sorry.

[bridal march playing on recording]

- All right, so we're gonna walk that bride.

I need to you pay attention, please.

Bride? Bride.

Yes, this is you. You are her, yes.

Thank you so much. That's great.

You can sit. Thank you.

And you go up here,

and you make your way to your groom.

Yes. All right.

♪

Yes, all right. Everyone looks great.

Okay. Um, no.

I believe the photographer needs to go over there.

Yes, yes.

Okay, one more time, people. Please, thank you.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

- I do appreciate you being my best man.

- Oh, definitely, man. I'm happy for you, man.

Go ahead and marry that fine woman.

- Yeah.

- Hey! Sorry I'm late.

Come on, honey.

- Oh, God.

- Oh, hello, sweetheart.

- Hello.

- Oh, there's Grandma's baby.

- Oh. - It's about time.

- Oh!

Mm!

- Praise the Lord Jesus!

Oh, my little sister's getting married!

Oh, hallelujah!

That's her sister, Diane. She's from Chicago.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, but she mess around. I can tell.

Hook it up, man. Hook it up.

- No, she's a religious freak.

- Oh, those are the best ones, man.

Put me in on that.

Just tell her my name.

Allen, sweetheart!

Congratulations.

- Thank you. - Mm!

So what are we doing with yourself?

Where's this, uh, book?

Are we "writing"?

Are you praying?

You know. - Mm-hmm!

Mm-hmm.

Well, remember that only through God

and His divine blessings do we accomplish our goals.

- Well, I'll keep that in mind, Diane.

- Mm, that's what I'm worried about.

You see, you--you can't do this alone, Allen.

You do know this, don't you?

Uh-huh. You are starting a marriage.

A beautiful union between two people

under the guidance of our Lord and Savior.

He has made this glorious moment possible.

You know this, don't you?

- Sure. Yes.

I do.

- You can fool me,

but you can't fool the Lord, Allen.

It's time to wake up before it's too late.

Let me pray for you. - Wha--oh!

- Mm.

Oh, thank Him.

Mm. Receive it, yes.

Mm.

Mm-mm-mm.

And...amen.

Amen. - Amen.

- Amen. all: Amen.

- Amen, yo. - Amen.

- No, she's not a Jesus freak. She's just a God damn psycho.

Let's be clear.

- Okay, everyone, please!

I need us to go through this one more time.

Okay? Just one more time.

Thank you.

Ugh! Not again!

You know what? Everyone take five, okay?

And I do mean five, not 15. Thank you.

- I'll be over here.

- Hook it up, man.

- Hey.

Hey.

I was just taking a breather.

- Yeah, me too.

- So, it's almost the big day.

- Yeah, it's just a little stressful.

- No.

No, it's just I don't know if, um...

Gem's all the way there. You know what I mean?

- Well, Gem's pretty indecisive about a lot of things,

but it's just Gem.

- "Indecisive."

You

You smell weed?

It smells like a...

- Busted.

Guess I'm going to hell now.

- You probably are.

What's this? "My Sister's Room."

- Yeah, it's a bar. I used to work there.

- She actually didn't tell me much of anything.

- Maybe you should ask her.

- Funny thing is, it's almost as if

you didn't exist until we got engaged.

- Then lightning.

I'm done playing this game. Let's get back.

You're so good at it.

Why are you here?

- I'm just the maid of honor in this farce.

- Yes.

- Ay.

Ay.

Wedding planner looking for you guys, man.

You got weed?

- If this is a farce, why don't you pack your shit

and take your dyke ass home?

- Ooh. Aw, shit.

I said, why don't you get your--

- Oh!

- Oh, shit.

Damn, girl. Hey, man.

- That bitch hit me! - You the only bitch here.

- Yeah, she did, man.

- Dude, your car's the least of your worries, all right?

- Kiya...

- Damn it. - Come here!

- You ain't nothing but a beard!

- A beard.

A concealment. A mask.

A fraud.

You got it?

- I want you out of my house!

Today!

That--that's what you're gonna come up with?

Dude.

- Thanks for your help.

- I mean, I would've, but...

and that one time, you had it,

but then you...

- Agh.

- This better not leave a scar.

- I mean, you got that bright-ass skin.

It's gonna leave a scar. Let me see.

- Man, don't come by me. - Come here, dude.

- Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

- Yeah, I'm--I'm fine, Mom.

- Let me talk to you. We'll be right back.

You know, if you're having second thoughts,

no one's gonna be upset.

It's better to get out now than to...

- Dad, I'm not having second thoughts, okay?

- Okay. Just remember

what I've always told you.

It's better to fix the problems before you buy the car...

not after. - Not after.

I remember.

- Hey. - Hey.

- It's going to be a lovely wedding.

If you need us for anything, call.

- Okay. Thank you.

- We need to talk.

- Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

- What exactly are you sorry about?

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Allen. Allen.

Can we just talk about this after the rehearsal dinner?

Okay?

I love you.

- ♪ Oh, my love

♪ What are you trying to prove? ♪

♪ Showing me your blood

♪ Showing me you're bruised

♪ You say that nothing hurts

♪ Like the truth

♪ So that's what I'll use

♪

♪ For the record

♪ I never loved you

♪ Like fools do

♪

- And so, now I'm here.

- I'm...so sorry.

On the house.

- Thanks.

- Well, Kiya used to work here as a bartender.

- And that's how she met my fiancée.

- Mm-hmm.

I didn't recognize her at first,

until you showed me Kiya's picture.

Then I remembered them both.

Kiya was head-over-heels in love with that girl.

- Great.

- When they broke up, Kiya quit

and started writing.

- Yeah, I read one of her... many amazing novels.

- Yeah, she's, uh... she's something.

- She was crushed when they broke up.

- I heard one day,

Kiya asked to meet her family,

and the next day, Gemma was gone.

She never heard from her again.

- Thanks for the drinks.

- Uh...

that last round was free.

You still owe me $33.

Thanks for the tip.

- Thank you for the tip.

- Well, tell Kiya Gail says hello.

- I can't wait.

- She's good.

The blue tables... - I love it.

I love it.

I think you did really great with the color.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah, it was your idea.

You did great, sis. - Well, Dad helped.

- Oh, he's an interior decorator.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Aw. - Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, it's okay to be nervous.

You know? Marriage can be stressful.

Without guidance, we can take out our aggression

on other people.

I mean, I don't know a happy atheist.

- I'm not an atheist, Diane.

- Oh, good! - Diane...

- 'Cause God knows how stressful it can be

being married, let alone being an atheist

and being married. Richard and I discovered

a long time ago that God would be

at the head of our-- - Hey, um...

- Hey.

- I need your assistance really quickly, please.

- Okay. - Okay, let's go.

- Hey, hey. We need to talk.

Well, I'll be right back.

You know, that's all I'm really trying to say, Allen.

- Yeah, I'll, um...

I'll take that into consideration, Diane.

- Good. As you should.

- You.

♪

- Stop.

Are you crazy?

- Probably, but...

when was the last time you had someone get it right?

♪

- Oh-ho! What's up, man?

Where you been?

You gotta put some more alcohol in there.

The hell you been, man?

- I just--I stopped at a bar and had some drinks.

- Okay. - Uh-huh.

- Wait. - Go up.

Wait. - Mm-mm.

You like that?

Mm.

- Oh, watch. They're gonna do

the Gatorade thing on his head.

- I see you guys are enjoying yourselves...

- Oh, hey, hey, hey.

- But it's time to eat.

- Yes. - Okay.

Mmm.

Gentlemen, excuse me. I have marching orders.

- Absolutely. - Yes, sir.

- All right.

- Hey, Ms. Anderson.

Hey.

Yo, your--your mother-in-law is bangin', son!

- At least you know what you got to look forward to

in 30 years.

Damn, old girl putting it on you, man.

It's shinin'.

♪

- This was stupid.

No one heard us.

- Yeah, but it could've ruined everything.

To break up this sideshow?

- Wow. Really?

That hurts. What--

What hurts is that you don't care

about me or Allen. You only care about yourself.

- Kiya, that's not true.

- No, it's not.

- But it's more important to protect this--this charade

instead of your own happiness?

I can't do this anymore.

- Oh, okay. You can't do this anymore.

Really? - No.

- Hey, Gem,

you in there?

- Yeah. Just--

just give me a second.

- They're ready to eat. Can I come in?

- Allen, just give me one minute.

- Yes, she's here. It's the ladies room.

Just--just give me one moment.

- You look fine.

- I'm not playing these games anymore.

- Then you need to choose, though...

because I can't keep going around in circles like this.

Really?

Let's eat.

- I thought I told you to leave.

- It's not your decision.

- In case you forgot, we're getting married tomorrow.

She has already made her "decision."

- What. Ever.

♪

♪

- Uh-huh. So shall we say grace?

Yes.

Heavenly Father, we come together as one family

in honor of this wonderful couple.

- We ask Your blessings,

for Thine is the power and the glory forever.

- In Christ's name, we pray. Amen.

- Amen. Praise the Lord.

Amen.

- Let's eat.

- So Gem tells me you are a vegetarian, Kiya.

- No, Mom, she's actually a pescatarian.

- It means I eat fish.

- Oh. Right.

- Yeah.

Allen. So you're not gonna eat?

- I already ate.

I ate at My Sister's Room.

- No, My Sister's Room is a lesbian bar.

By the way, Gail says hi.

- So you're frequenting lesbian bars now?

- Funny you should ask, Martin.

Actually, what I was doing-- - Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, hello, Tobias. Have a seat.

- I'm well.

- That's Dr. Anderson. - Ah, sorry about that.

Uh, Dr. Anderson.

- Oh! Everyone, this is Terri.

Terri, this is everyone. - Hello.

- Damn.

That gotta be Terry with a Y.

- I'm sorry, sis.

- Down the hall. Last door on the left.

- Thank you.

- Shit.

- Tobias...

I am--

- Why...

what does that even matter?

- It doesn't.

- So why are we talking about it?

- No, it doesn't.

- No, it doesn't matter.

- Really. - No.

- Allen. - It doesn't.

- Allen, please don't do this here.

- Because what happened in the past doesn't matter.

What matters is what is happening right now--

right now, right here.

- Okay.

So it doesn't matter,

because as long as everybody's happy,

it doesn't matter if Gem is gay, right?

- Allen.

I need you now, Jesus.

Martin?

You knew she was gay the entire time,

and you used me.

Right?

Did everybody know?

Who else knew she was gay?

- I knew.

- My daughter...

is not gay.

My daughter, some time ago, made some bad decisions.

She was confused.

She made a choice.

And now she's made another choice.

- "She made a choice."

- All right, wait. I'm--I'm sorry.

I'm confused. Um...

are we still talking about Tobias' date?

- We all choose.

What day did you wake up and say,

"I don't know if I want Jack or if I want Jill"?

Because that sounds pretty damn gay to me.

- It is a sin...Allen.

It is a sin against God Almighty.

Who said?

- Says my Bible.

- The book of Leviticus.

20:13. "If a man lieth with a man,

then"...shit.

Elaine, what--what's the scripture?

You have it on your... - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I just got my app last week. - Bear with us, please.

Just a second, please.

Leviticus 20:13.

Elaine! - I'm hurrying.

- Is that what I am to you, Dad?

A sin?

Huh?

- I, um...

I can't do this anymore. - Kiya.

This is where I check out.

Thank you.

You should've checked out a long time ago.

- I said that you should have checked out a long time ago.

I know you.

♪

I've known you for a long, long, long, long time.

- Yes.

- Yeah. - I remember you.

I will never forget you,

because every time I went to pick up my daughter

at her dormitory, you were there,

lurking in the shadows.

You, infecting her with your filth,

with your ungodliness,

with your pescatarian, hemp-wearing...

you...

were you even enrolled?

- No, she was a friend!

And she was the love of my life!

And it's about high time you start

accepting your daughter for who she is

instead of who you want her to be!

Say something, Gem!

- Kiya. Kiya, wait!

- Wait, I got it! - Gem!

Gemma... - I got it!

- Louise Anderson, you... - Oh, that's not it.

- Someone call the INS.

Call the INS.

Call the INS.

- Martin!

♪

- Allen.

You know something?

You're fired. That's right.

Monday morning, you can come to my office

and pick up all your crap.

♪

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Okay, uh...

- I need a ride. Open the door!

- Kiya! Wait.

Don't leave.

Why am I staying?

What is there to stay for?

I'm sorry I messed up your wedding.

I'm sorry you can't make up your mind.

I'm sorry that I'm still in love with you.

Can you mind your business?

- Kiya.

- When you left...

it broke my heart.

And I thought that I could do this, but I can't.

♪

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Allen. I really am.

It's just that I was trying to do right by everybody,

and I just end up making things worse.

- I didn't even know how to tell my family.

- I thought...

I thought we were family.

Did you ever love me?

- Of course.

I mean, at least now,

you know that you're not inadequate.

- I'm so stupid.

You still love her?

Do you still love her? - Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

She's gone.

Um...

if she's flying standby, maybe you can still catch her.

- Well, I tried calling her. She didn't answer,

and I don't know what flight she's taking.

- It only takes one ticket to get past security.

- You're right. Okay, come on.

- Gem.

♪

Keep writing.

- "I think, in the end,

"it was best I let the caged bird fly.

"And when she never returned,

"I know I had done right,

for she was never mine to keep."

James Baldwin said that...

"All art is a kind of confession, more or less,"

and "all artists, if they are to survive,

"are forced, at last,

to tell the whole story-- to vomit the anguish up."

Thank you.

What do you say we, uh, sign some books?

- Hi.

I really liked your take on Gem.

- My grandmother. Her name's Lurleen.

L-U-R-L-E-E-N.

- Lurleen.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- I really enjoyed your book.

Is it based on true characters?

- Not really.

- Mm-hmm.

- Your character just seemed so familiar.

- Uh, that can happen when you get attached to a story.

Who should I make it out to?

- Gemma.

I knew you could do it. I read your book twice.

I--I just came by to congratulate you.

That's all.

- Gem.

- I--look, I really did enjoy your book.

- I wrote it for you.

- So does this mean I get a royalty check?

- I wouldn't know where to send it.

- You can send it to Miami.

With us.

- Kiya.

Pent-up asshole.

How you doing?

So you, uh-- you right, huh?

- I ride hard. That's what I do.

- Of course.

- I wouldn't be caught dead on one of those things.

- Still a pussy.

- Just like old times.

- Oh, well, no, actually, I didn't.

- "To Kiya."

- Yeah. - Uh-huh.

Let's see if this is real.

- Whoo, man. I can get a lot for this

on eBay, right?

You better not sell my book.

- You...

I like how you portray me in your writing.

You really find me that attractive?

- That is called "creative embellishment."

- Uh-huh. - The, uh--

the reader would like to think you're great.

- Okay. Okay.

I saw a friend of yours the other day, by the way.

Asked me for your number. Is it okay if I gave it to him?

- Uh, yeah, sure. - Okay.

Okay.

Well, um, I gotta get back...

- Mm-hmm. - To my book signing.

- Yeah. - Just book after book.

- We understand the trials and tribulations

of a famous author. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Been there, done that. It's time to go!

Here, baby.

Yo. See you around, right?

- One page away.

[S. Taylor's "You Dropped The Ball"]

♪

Hello?

- Allen! It's me, Carlos.

How did you get my number?

- Your woman friend gave me your number, sexy man.

- Kiya!

- So, our story continues. But how will it end?

- ♪ We've been through it all ♪

♪ You continue to fall

♪

♪ I gave you my all

♪ I thought this was true love ♪

♪ But this wasn't love at all ♪

♪ Oh, no

♪ Don't run or hide

♪ 'Cause real men don't run, they fight the fight ♪

♪ I really thought you tried

♪ I threw bait to my love, you failed to bite ♪

♪

Damn.

♪ But you couldn't love

♪ Love me

♪ And you locked that door to your heart ♪

♪ With no key

♪ And you never own up for what you do ♪

♪ You just blame it on me

♪ I have to speak when my heart says speak ♪

♪ And this is what it told me ♪

♪ You dropped the ball

♪ And you just kept on going, going ♪

♪ Your love was not showing, showing ♪

♪ Could you slack up?

♪ I figured you would get back up ♪

♪ You dropped the ball

♪ And you just kept on going, going ♪

♪ Your love was not showing, showing ♪

♪ Could you slack up?

♪ I figured you would get back up ♪

♪ You dropped the ball

♪ And as time went by

♪ You never really changed at all ♪

♪ At all

♪ It seems like you wanna fall ♪

♪ 'Cause you're oh-so-scared

♪ And you don't listen at all ♪

♪ Oh

♪ I seen your two sides

♪ Because you put the gloves on and didn't fight ♪

- ♪ Didn't fight

- ♪ You thought you tried

♪ I threw bait to my love, and you still didn't bite ♪

♪ But you couldn't love

♪ Love me

♪ And you locked that door to your heart ♪

♪ With no key

♪ And you never own up for what you do ♪

♪ You just blame it on me

♪ I have to speak when my heart says speak ♪

♪ And this is what it told me ♪

♪ You dropped the ball

♪ And you just kept on going, going ♪

♪ Your love was not showing, showing ♪

♪ Could you slack up?

♪ I figured you would get back up ♪

♪ You dropped the ball

♪ And you just kept on going, going ♪

♪ Your love was not showing, showing ♪

♪ Could you slack up?

♪ I figured you would get back up ♪

♪ You dropped the ball