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Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
What are you doing back there?
You're killing me in that dress.
Well, that's the idea.
Look, I know I've been a patient guy with the cuddling,
and the not pressuring you into anything before you're ready,
but there is only so much teasing a man can take.
Well, who says I'm teasing tonight?
Hi. Two for dinner?
Uh, no... we were actually just leaving.
Uh-uh.
Uh-uh. You got to feed me first.
(champagne cork popping)
(applause and cheers)
Do you want to leave?
Uh-uh.
I think I should say hello...
I mean, to them.
Hey, stranger.
Mel, hey, what're you doing here?
I'm... having dinner.
What are the odds we'd both be having dinner?
I know, right? At dinnertime.
It is dinnertime.
(nervous chuckle)
I'm Jerome.
Oh, hey, my bad, ya'll. Hi.
Melanie, Jerome, this is Janay.
Oh, hey.
Should I bring you two more glasses? Oh, God, no.
No, uh, we don't want to ruin your celebration.
So, what are you celebrating anyway?
Oh, I just bought some champagne to thank Derwin
for letting me stay with him
while my condo is being redone.
So, you're... moving in together?
Well, I guess, yeah.
Temporarily.
Congratulations. DERWIN: Thanks.
Temporarily.
(whispers): Okay.
Okay, well, hey, man, nice to finally meet you.
Yeah, it's a pleasure, buddy.
You just... good... okay.
Bye. Nice to see ya, Mel. All right.
Whoa. Whoa.
Ooh, it's, uh, getting too hot in here. Mm-hmm.
So why don't you take this off because your pillows
must be getting awfully hot
underneath all these blankets, sweetheart.
You are so corny.
Well, I'm thirsty.
You want something to drink?
No, I'm good.
Um, are you hungry?
Uh-huh. For you.
Well, um, you know this yogurt expired last week.
Oh, did it? Yeah.
Ew, this has definitely gone bad.
Is this about Derwin?
What?
What does your sour milk have to do with Derwin?
Come on, Mel, you're obviously bothered
that he's moving in with his girlfriend.
Oh, that's not his girlfriend, okay?
In case you weren't paying attention,
she's not moving in.
She's just staying there. It's temporary.
All right, I'm going to put my shirt back on.
Unless there's any reason why I shouldn't.
Okay, shirt goes back on.
Wait, no. No, Jerome, I do want to do this.
Not that, but I do want to do this.
I mean, I mean us... I think.
Am I making any sense?
No, you're not.
All right, look, it's not like I want Derwin back or anything.
I guess... I don't know.
Maybe, maybe I'm more comfortable
being in an exclusive relationship.
Especially if the relationship is getting... intimate.
Oh, so you do want to get serious?
Well, I, I think so.
I-I guess so. Maybe?
That's a real solid answer.
Are you sure you want to decide this right now?
Yeah... Wait, no.
And now the therapist thinks I should do something
to convince Jason that it's not about the money anymore.
Like what?
Buy knock-offs of your knock-offs?
No. I made him this love collage.
See the wine corks?
Okay, now, is this supposed to bring y'all closer together
or, uh, land your ass in rehab?
Why can't you be more supportive?
Melanie, help. (gasps)
Oh my God! What did you just do?
(gasps)
Oh, my God!
What did I do?
Oh my God, oh my God.
I need a mirror. I need a mirror.
Right there.
I need a ladder! I need a ladder!
Oh my God, it's not moving!
Hell no, it's dead, you killed it!
Okay, okay, everybody calm down.
Look, I know
I've only been in therapy for a little while,
but one thing I have learned is that
when a person is feeling out of control,
she'll often overcompensate control
in another area of her life.
Yeah, like cutting off all this pretty hair?
How long did it take you to grow this?
Just my whole life.
You know, every time a woman cuts off her hair,
somewhere a little black girl cries.
It's just hair, Tasha, it'll grow back.
Just hair? That's the best thing about her.
She ain't got no booty.
My hair does not define who I am.
Of course not.
But it did make you a little more interesting.
You know what? You know what?
I feel good. I feel... I feel... I feel free.
Free from what, split ends?
Everything.
I just... I just needed a fresh start.
You just started a fresh start.
I'm talking about getting over Derwin.
Oh, we read that boring chapter already.
Now I'm just trying to figure out what the hell
would make you mutilate yourself.
Derwin's new girlfriend is moving in with him.
See, I knew something in the water wasn't clean.
Oh, sweetie,
that's what this is?
You cut off your hair because you're trying
to cut off your feelings for Derwin?
I guess.
Stop it! Ow!
Stop it! Ow!
Stop all of this whining! Stop it!
Tasha, stop. No! Ow!
I'm tired of you, too! Ow, bitch!
Y'all in here wasting wine, making collages,
cutting off perfectly good hair all because of some man?
Ladies, have some damn dignity and some pride about yourselves.
You going to let them make you crazy
while they go about their merry lives
without a care in the world.
Some damn fools.
I don't even know why I associated with y'all.
You want to know why you associate with us, Tasha?
Huh?
You want to know why?
'Cause you ain't got nothing else.
Uh-oh.
No, no, no, no, no, Kelly.
She thinks she can say anything to us under the guise
of "I'm keeping it real."
Well, on the real,
your baby daddy left you,
Coach T left you, hell, your own son left you.
So, your track record with men is-- how would you say it--
stank!
Please don't hurt her. She's just a dumb kid.
Why do you think I'm always so hard on you, huh?
Because I know the bad decisions I've made
and I don't want you to make the same ones.
I let men run all over me.
I chased them, I slept with them,
I accepted their lies all because
I didn't think that I deserved better.
It's all I've been trying to tell y'all.
Don't give men all your power.
I did,
and you see what happened?
I'm bitter, angry, jaded...
Racist.
All I'm saying is don't be like me.
Don't be like me.
I don't want to be like you.
Me either.
Oh, my back! My neck and my back...
I'm playing.
Oh, baby, thank you for bringing that up.
I just hope I have enough stuff
so I can fill this entire drawer
that you cleared for me.
Yeah, well, when Derwin Davis commits to something,
he commits.
I want you to enjoy that sock drawer
and all it has to offer.
Thank you, but, um, seems that the former occupant of my drawer
made quite a home for himself in there.
Or is that just where you hide Dr. Grizzly Bear?
Oh... When you're not cuddling with him?
No, hey, don't start and there won't be nothing.
Hey, hey, no, no, no, this here is Melanie's bear.
I guess she forgot it when she moved out.
You want me to box it up and send it to her?
What, this thing? Mm-hmm.
Naw, that's cool, I'll just toss it.
You sure?
Baby, trust, it's gone.
It's leftover junk. Ah, yo...
Oh, oh, Dr. Grizzly for two!
Boom, I should've been a basketball player.
Okay. Okay. Well, guess what? I'm going to do
one last sweep over at my place.
Mm-hmm.
I am positive that those construction workers
have been stealing my underwear.
Oh wow, actually, that was me.
I need to come back faster.
I'll see you later. Hurry up.
(humming tune)
Wow! Baby!
How much I owe you for this?
Jason, I know I hurt you by what I said in therapy,
but that's how I felt when we got married.
Not now. And if I had to choose
between you and your money now,
I would totally choose you.
And to prove it...
Voila! Bon appetit!
What the hell is this?
Your money. Every penny I ever stole-- borrowed-- from you.
Doesn't look like all of it.
It doesn't?
Nope.
I think that's all of it.
Oh, oh, oh! I forgot.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
(fireplace clanging)
There you go!
Sorry about that, babe.
So, what, you think this erases what you said?
Jason, I don't want to erase it.
I want to address it.
That's what Dr. Parker is trying to teach us in therapy.
If we want to fix our marriage,
we've got to dig deep
and uncover everything that led us here.
Our truths.
Our truths? You want the truth?
The truth is, I'm a joke. This marriage is a joke.
You turned me into that guy everyone laughs about.
You hear them laughing, Kel? "Ha ha ha, Jason Pitts!
You got sucked in by a gold digger."
You sucked me, Kel. You sucked me good.
Jason, it kills me that I've caused you so much pain,
but I have
been in pain for years,
trying to compensate for not truly loving you initially.
So I allowed you to control me with the penny-pinching,
the waiting on you hand and foot, the pregnancy.
I mean, I totally dig motherhood now.
Now that I got my body back.
Jason... look...
the truth is,
I so wanted to prove that it wasn't about the money anymore
that I created this dynamic.
This dynamic that is so unhealthy.
Kelly, this is a long-winded way
of admitting this bogus relationship is all your fault.
No. It's partly my fault.
Jason, you had a hand in this, too.
That's why you have to go back to therapy.
No. I don't have to do a damn thing.
Except keep a better eye on my money.
Almost forgot my dinner.
Get in there! Get in there!
Daddy, we need to talk.
What's up, Brit Brat?
I don't want you and Mommy to get a divorce.
Baby, no one's getting a divorce.
But you're always fighting, so here.
I didn't eat lunch at school all week
so I could give this to you.
Baby, why... why would you do that?
Come on, Daddy. Don't play dumb.
I know you love money.
Isn't that why
you and Mommy are always fighting?
How much to make this whole divorce thing go away?
'Cause ten's all I got.
Baby, come here.
Come here, little girl.
Uh... look, I do love money, okay?
But I love you more. Way more.
Do you love Mommy way more?
Yes. Yes, and she loves you way more,
and there is not going to be any divorce. Okay?
Daddy's going to take care of this. I promise.
All right? Okay.
Oh, I love you.
I love you, too.
Go get ready for school.
Okay.
Oh, and, Daddy, can I have my money back?
Yeah.
Here.
No backsies. Beat it!
(sighs)
(soft music playing, knocking on door)
Surprise!
It certainly is.
Wow! Look at you.
Well, do you like it?
It's, um... it's the new me.
New hair, new...
So, um... what's up?
Well, um... I wanted to talk about all that commitment stuff.
And to give you a little hint of what I was thinking,
I brought breakfast for tomorrow.
Oh, my God!
Are you on a date?
WOMAN: Yeah.
This is awkward.
You're telling me.
I'm not wearing any underwear.
WOMAN: Me, neither!
Um...
I got to go.
Pitts...
Coach, before you say anything, I got my workout in.
There's just... I got something I got to handle. Okay?
Sure, Pitts. Say hi to your therapist.
I'm sorry. Say hi to who now?
You think we don't know about you and your therapy crap?
This the same quack that got you off the juice?
What? What are you talking about?
I didn't go...
Save it for your congressional hearing.
I knew you were on the steroids,
and I can tell by the way you're playing now you're off them.
Seriously, Coach, I don't know what you're talking about.
My game is fine.
Pitts, your game sucks.
You couldn't catch crabs at a whorehouse.
You're an employee
of a multimillion-dollar corporation
known as the San Diego Sabers.
You don't think we know everything you do?
We know how many times you peed this week,
and what shade it was.
Mustard yellow.
You done?
Good. Pitts, you leave now,
I guarantee your butt on the bench next week.
Is that right?
You want to lose, that's your choice, sir.
This employee's off the clock.
I thought he'd find the whole dinner and collage thing charming.
I'm so stupid.
You understand that Jason is punishing you, right?
Duhhr!
Well, then you must also understand that...
(knocking on door)
I'm sorry. Can I come in?
Of course.
Have a seat.
Hi.
(blows nose loudly)
Hi.
I'm glad you came, Jason.
I know this
wasn't easy for you.
But, once you get comfortable,
opening up won't seem that difficult.
I wasn't in love with Kelly when we got married.
Well, that was quick.
I was dating a lot of high-maintenance types, you know?
And Kelly was different.
She didn't have much else going on.
I knew she'd make her whole life about me.
The sex was bananas!
Um... And, you know, I needed a tax write- off, quite frankly.
So that's my truth.
Can you fix us?
Hey, thank God you took the bus.
I never would have caught up with you.
Yeah. Thank God.
Hey, wait, wait. Hold on.
You're the one who's been all over the place.
I mean, we're coasting along
just fine and, all of a sudden, we run into your ex,
and you want to slow things down.
Then you pull a 180.
You show up on my doorstep
ready to commit and cook me eggs?
Which one is it, Mel?
Well, I thought I wanted a commitment
until I saw you on your couch
drinking red wine, watching Red Dawn.
You show all your girls that movie?
You were spying on me?
I had to do what I had to do.
Just like those kids in Red Dawn.
Melanie, I like you.
And I want to see where this goes--
I do-- but I don't want you coming at this
because of some knee-jerk reaction
to whatever is going on with Derwin.
I told you... Please, let me finish.
Look, I knew you weren't ready to commit.
So, from day one, I tried to stay
in your lane, and keep it right.
Did you sleep with that girl?
I'm sorry. I thought we were doing, "Don't ask, don't tell."
We've been dating for two months!
And you still don't know what you want.
Oh, and you do?
Yes. You.
I mean, why else
would a guy stick in here for two months with no sex?
And you don't even cook.
At all.
Look...
I'm a relationship type of a guy,
but it's time for you to speak up.
Jerome, will you promise me, if things aren't working out,
that you would break up with me before you cheat on me?
How about this?
I'm going to trust you with my heart,
so why don't you trust me with yours?
Come on.
(whispers): Okay.
(sighs)
Whoo! Girl, I love that you love
what I love in the morning.
Ah! Do you want to love what I love out on the balcony?
Yes. Hold... hold on.
Baby, I gotta get to practice.
Ohh... No, no, no! Hold up. Hold up.
I mean, do you want to love what I love
what you learned to love in the shower?
Huh? Boy, just get in the shower before you're late.
Yeah. Bye. Get out.
You know I put in work because of you.
Whoo! Strut it!
Ow!
I'm going to sleep while you bathe.
* Daddy puts in work, Daddy puts in work *
* Daddy puts in work, 'cause I love it... *
(sputtering laughter)
Wow!
* Wanna love you on the balcony *
* Lovin' in the shower *
* Love me in the bed
* All through the hour
* Daddy puts in work, Daddy puts in work *
* Daddy puts in work
* 'Cause I love that you love what I love in the morning... *
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