Original subtitles

[mellow music]

♪ ♪

- It's too quiet out here.

- I like it. It's so peaceful.

- Girl, every gang from the city

got a chapter out here.

Like look at this cute little prefab.

That's a killer house.

- Okay, but it doesn't look like it has gangs.

That's why I love the South Suburbs.

- Mm-mm. Grass too high, mosquitos too thirsty.

Stop, is that Shaka? Shaka, where you goin'?

That's not the right house. - Oh, hey, sis.

Come on. This the house. - No, it's not.

- No, they--they dropped a pin. - No, I been here before.

I remember all this-- the bushes

and the-- the swirly tree thing.

It's the right house. - No, but it's right--

I'm telling you it's not the-- - No.

Girl, come on. Let him be wrong.

- But...

- Mama? Sheldon?

I thought you said they was gonna be here.

- They said to be here at 3:00.

It is well after 3:00.

- Girl. Oh, man.

Left the damn water running?

Ooh. - Oh, Lord.

- This the good dishwasher.

Sheldon mama got that bread-inski.

- Um, you remember your 13th birthday party

where you sprained your ankle

trying to outjump me in double Dutch?

- Any excuse to bring up that old bullshit, huh?

- Okay, yes, but that's because

that was a bad birthday

and this gonna be a great birthday,

'cause I got you something. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - What you get me?

- Red pop.

- Ashanti, I thought you was getting the cake.

- Damn it.

They got the same amount of sugar.

- Yo. - Ashanti...

- The Thomases are so dope.

They offered me a pool table. I don't have a truck.

I gotta pick it up. I'm not gonna do that.

But, uh, I was able to give them some ribs.

I got rid of some steaks.

They appreciate my meats.

- Oh, the people in the wrong house.

- Yeah, they might have been the wrong house,

but it was the right people.

What up, big head?

- Yeah, you smell like porterhouse and pool, boy.

- The slaughterhouse grind never quits.

What I'm supposed to do? - Yeah, well, maybe you should.

- Look, it's full benefits, pays the bills.

I have night terrors.

But until I find something better,

I'ma make the best of it, okay? - Okay.

- Hey, what does a cow ghost say?

Moooo.

- Oh, now I'm sad.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sad too.

I had a no-kill cow today.

I did everything I could,

but she would not go down.

So what we had to do,

we had to take her back to the beat room,

and beat her to death with metal poles.

It's more humane that way. - No, it's not.

- Than bricks? Okay, PETA.

- What did they do to my brother?

- I don't know. - Uh, Ashanti?

Where's the cake at? - Right, yeah.

Where's the cake?

- We got red pop instead. - We forgot the cake.

- Nice. - Okay. But fuck that cake.

Now, what I really want for my birthday

is for Mommy and Daddy to be cordial, okay?

I don't want no rah-rah tonight.

I need the three of us to be on the same page.

Now, when you see them going left,

I need you to steer that conversation

back to positivity, okay?

- Yeah. - Good?

All right. Perfect. - Mm-hmm.

- Now, Turnstyles on three.

One, two, three.

both: Turnstyles. - Turnstyles!

- You ain't even looking. You were not even looking.

- You were not ready. - I'm ready now. Do it again.

- No. We have to be in the moment.

- ♪ I was born on the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stays together like we in a line ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't no side like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side, South Side ♪

- Hey! And you're here! Happy birthday.

- Hey, baby. Aw.

There's my birthday girl.

You invite your daddy?

- Oh, um... - Yeah, she did, Mama.

- It's okay. - Damn.

Look, I got enough meat for everybody.

- Hey, I wanted to have a good time today.

- Hey, hey, baby.

Everybody is welcome at Mama's house now.

[chuckles] - Yeah. It's gonna be good.

- Got that eucalyptus oil on.

- I smell it. - Yeah, it's loud.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'd like to take this time

to, um, acknowledge my mama

for letting us use her beautiful home

for this joyous, joyous moment.

Now, my mama's in Acapulco with my daddy, Bruce.

And they are so looking forward

to meeting all these wonderful folks

taking in this beautiful home.

Now, I'm the man of the house...

- Congratulations. - Until they get back.

- Oh.

- Uh, and I'm happy that my kids are here too.

Blessed be. - Hmm.

- [chuckles] Amen.

- I'm not his child. I used to babysit him.

- A step too far. You know?

- You got brisket. Is this pork?

Oh!

- ♪ They claim it's your birthday ♪

- Daddy!

- ♪ Well, here your daddy come ♪

- Go ahead. Uh-huh.

- ♪ I ain't been so happy ♪

♪ Since they pulled you headfirst ♪

♪ Out of your mom ♪

[laughter]

- Sing it, Daddy.

- Oh, yeah, that was quite a day.

Well, well, well.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Yvonne.

I'm surprised you here.

I mean, didn't ol' Sheldon

convert you over to one of them Jehovah's Witnesses?

Don't y'all hate birthdays and fun?

- I didn't say we was Jehovah's Witnesses.

I said I witnessed Hova.

- Jay-Z concert. Honeymoon package.

- Mm-hmm. - That's a lot of information.

Thank you for that. I'm gonna step

into your kitchen, if you don't mind.

- Uh...

- Yeah, thank you very much. - Oh, Daddy, no.

- Big Z... - Yeah.

- Where your little girlfriend at?

The one with the split ears and the tattoos.

- Oh, she out there in the car.

- [chuckles]

Well, hold--don't you want to bring her in?

- No, she got a tablet. - Oh, damn.

- I used to babysit her too. - [chuckles]

- You better hurry up and sit down

'cause we know you ain't got no cartilage left in that knee.

And we ain't got no extra oil

to squirt on them legs, Tin Man.

- Oh, ho, ho, now I know you ain't talkin'

with that scarecrow-ass hair of yours.

[chuckles] - Okay.

Mama and Daddy, can y'all please be civil

for Xenobia's birthday?

- We know how this always goes.

It starts off nice and civil and sweet.

And it's a little funny. It is.

But then you get hurtful.

And then y'all go for the jugular.

- It's okay. - Shaka. Hold him, hold him.

- Somebody hold him. - Y'all cut deep.

Y'all draw blood.

And I'm-I'm not trying to see more blood today.

- It's okay. - I done had a rough day

and me and Xenobia need some love today.

- I know you serious

when you start talking about neck veins.

Look here,

do you really want us to behave?

- That would be nice. Yes.

- Babe. - [sighs]

- Anything for our little baby Xe.

♪ ♪

[indistinct rap music]

- Ooh-hoo-hoo! [engine revs]

- Man, look at this.

Do you ever get the feeling you're in the wrong place?

- Yeah. We're in the boonies, baby.

But a financial titan

from the Chicago Ideas Festival lives here

and he invited me to his house.

- Door's open. - Yeah, they expecting us.

I told you he was-- oh, my God, look at that clock.

- Wow. - Yeah, I only seen that

in the "Forbes" magazine once before.

- Sure you know this dude? - This is real money.

Hey, Ralph, Ralph. Ralph!

- Connor, you know better than most

that I despise resorting to foul language,

especially when the markets are closed.

You have to keep your fucking cool.

That is, after all, the mark of a gentleman.

No!

You did this at the golf course,

you did this at the yacht-- [chuckles]

No, no, no.

Martha's Vineyard's off the table.

- He's a hell of a guy.

- Connor.

Connor, I'm not done talking to you.

I don't care how many drinks you've had.

Connor?

Lucien?

Put Connor back on the phone.

- Connor's telling me to hang up now.

Goodbye.

- Fuck!

Oh, I'm sorry, Sheriff.

It's not your fault.

You're a good boy.

Don't you ever forget that...

in doggy heaven.

[eerie music]

- [mouths word]

- Who the fuck are you two?

- Good question. I'm Simon James.

Ralph, you and I met at the Chicago Ideas Festival,

and you mentioned if I was ever in the South Suburbs

to hit you up. Well, guess what, buddy?

I'm here. - And I'm K. Science guy.

- I sat front and center for your talk.

You know, "Hittin' It From the Back:

Yield Curve Inversions Explained."

- I remember you from the Q&A.

You're the only one that wasn't a total fucking idiot.

- [gasps]

- That's the nicest thing he's ever said.

- Shouldn't we be worried about Con right now?

And we don't even know these guys.

They shouldn't be here. - Connor's fine.

He's-he's just blowing off steam

having a few drinks. He'll be back.

Fixed income markets are the deepest

and most liquid capital markets in the world.

Are you telling me they got it all wrong?

- They're all wrong.

Anybody holding U.S. debt is toast.

- I like you.

You don't remind me of anyone I've ever met.

- You promised no more financial talk after 7:00 p.m.

- [sighs heavily] - Uh-oh.

- Allow me to introduce you to my family.

- Would you like a Manhattan?

both: Yes, please.

- Connor makes the best Manhattans.

- Well, he did live there for six years.

[all chuckling]

- What the fuck are you laughing at?

- Huh. - This is Lydia, my daughter.

Quiet, always has a drink in her hand.

Her husband, Steph,

aggressive, fratty.

And this is my wife, Maggie.

She is devastated, of course.

Connor, who I assume you saw speeding away

in his Maserati called her a bitch on her birthday.

- Wow. - This is our dear aunt

Patricia Van Claven... - [giggles]

- Ford Rockefeller. Twice divorced.

- And thrice widowed. Ah!

- And this strapping lad over here

is Bear--Bear Guberman.

Look at his neck.

Look at that fucking neck. - Gentlemen.

- And of course you guys know Reggie Columbus.

- I went to Swarthmore with Lydia.

- Fuck is that?

- And then there's me, Ralph.

Patriarch, bond-trader,

and self-diagnosed fun-a-holic. - My man.

- Daddy, now that we've all been acquainted,

I think we should focus on salvaging Maggie's birthday.

- Too late.

This is the worst birthday I have ever had.

- Now, now, now. It's not as bad as last year.

- What happened last year? - It was the worst.

She wanted her favorite artist, Billie Eilish.

He never showed up.

Meanwhile, some emotional young girl shows up

with green hair.

I say, "You must get off these grounds at once,"

Sheriff attacks, her security intervenes.

[sighs] Now we're all caught up.

- Wow. - Poor Sheriff.

- Can we play Said the Spider? - Ooh!

- It's the only thing that'll cheer me up.

- Yes, yes! Ooh!

[indistinct chatter]

- Family duties.

Enjoy the drinks.

Keep the glasses. You've touched them.

- Hey, hey. Do we know Reggie Columbus?

- Wait, wait! Can we play?

- That's a fantastic idea. We'll show you the rules.

- Lovely.

[utensils clinking]

- Big Z? - Yes, yes, darling?

- Can you please pass me the carrots?

- Of course. No problem. No problem at all.

- Thank you. - And you know what they say.

- What? - Carrots are good for you.

- Is that right? - That is correct.

- Is that a hole under your armpit?

- Oh, I do, now, huh?

- I'm not criticizing. I'm just pointing it out.

- And I do appreciate you pointing that out.

And on top of that,

I'm gonna do something about it.

- Good for you. - Okay, okay.

That's it. That's enough. Goddamn.

Look, I get it, okay?

Everyone's trying really hard to be nice,

but it's fake.

Let's just be who the fuck we are.

How about that? - Great.

- Okay, great. Yes. - Okay.

- Wonderful. - 'Cause that was hard.

I'll do anything for you, but-- - I didn't--I didn't like it.

I thought I was gonna love it. I didn't like it.

- It felt fake to me. - Perfect.

- Lookin' at that big-ass hole in your shirt.

And you got baking soda hanging off your hairs.

- I thought you didn't see it.

- Feta cheese. [laughter]

- All right, a least I got something under my arm,

Ms. Funky Woman.

- Ooh! - The funk queen. Right?

I--I saw two skunks walkin' up the sidewalk going,

"Where my grandma at? Where my grandma at?"

- Hell nah. - That's on you.

That's on you.

- Yeah, you know that-- - Can you smell that?

- This birthday is better already.

- No. [chuckles]

Remember on your tenth birthday

when mama got into a car accident

on the way to Chuck E. Cheese? - Yes.

- That ain't exactly true. That's not exactly true.

It wasn't Chuck E. Cheese. That was ShowBiz Pizza.

- That's right. -You remember that?

Back when they used to have that bar in there

for the adults to drink. - Yep.

- Remember when you got stuck in the ball pit...

- Yeah. - And I was five beers in

and I couldn't help you get out?

- You didn't try. You didn't try.

- I didn't try, but I would have tried

had I not been drunk, yeah.

And by the way, your mama never could drive.

She had to tickle the DMV guy's balls

just to get her driver's license.

- Ooh. - [chuckles]

- If you smell the palm of her hand

when she start sweatin'... [sniffs]

Still smell like balls to this very day.

To this very day.

Watch the next time her palm sweatin'

in the middle of the night. [sniffs]

Balls. [chuckling]

[sniffs] Government man balls.

Federal employee balls at the DMV.

- Damn. [laughter]

- All the balls.

- You seem really, really familiar

with the different balls in the world.

But that's beside the point... all: Ooh!

- I'm about to make right now.

- I will say, you got me on that one.

[laughter]

Congratulations. You got me.

- Came for the jugular.

- Let's--let's--let's turn our attention

on the man of the house. - Get him, Daddy.

- Shel--Shel--now, how come

you mama and daddy ain't take you to Acapulco, huh?

I mean, sound to me like you didn't get the invite.

- Ooh. [laughter]

- I mean, and then they named him Sheldon,

so you know they like to clown.

- Listen, I would join in,

if I knew some of the family secrets.

- Mm, you will tonight.

- I'm comin' for you, big fella.

I'm comin' for you. - Mm.

- I'm gonna go get those rolls. - All right, then.

- [belches] - We'll allow that.

- Ugh. Goddamn. - Ooh. Dad.

- Daddy, your burps still smell

like that part of the E-way that smell like shit.

[laughter] - Come on, girl, stop it.

- You used to burp in your sleep

and the smell was so strong

it would creep down the hallway and wake me up.

- Okay. - I remember that.

I remember that.

- That was then, this is now.

That was all because of my carnivore diet.

But now my body done adjusted, okay?

I hit a homeostasis. - Uh-huh.

- I don't belch in my sleep no more.

- Right. Okay, yeah. - Yes, you do.

- Mama, no.

- Oh.

- Yvonne...

- Y'all doin' it?

Ugh. How could y'all?

- Y'all doing it? - Shit, I can't believe y'all.

- Dad! You believe that?

- Mama. - You slut-shamin' me?

Come on. - How did this even start?

How does it even start? Seriously?

And why you tell big-mouth-ass Ashanti?

- Don't be mad at me 'cause she ain't tell you.

- Goddamn. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It ain't that big a deal, baby girl.

- Yes, it is. - It is not.

Now, hand this to your mama.

You left it at my house.

- What is this? - Give me.

- It's her diaphragm.

- Aw, I touched it. Goddamn, my fingers.

Shit. - It's in a plastic bag.

- You are unclean. - It's nasty.

- Shh. - It's in a plastic bag.

- Can we just keep it down?

Sheldon is in the other room.

- Are you getting back together?

Are we gonna live in a two-parent household?

Do we get a second chance?

I feel like we get a second chance.

And look, this calls for more meat.

- Shaka, they just fucking.

They're not together. Grow up. God damn it.

- Can we just change the subject, please?

- Yeah, let's change the subject.

- [gasps] - Let's change the subject.

- What?

- What? You choking? You okay?

- Oh, shit. [gasps]

- Mm-mm.

- Oh, okay. - Okay.

- Oh. - Just be normal.

- Recording us without our permission.

- Just be easy.

- Just, you heard--you heard what your sister said.

Be normal. - All right, everybody be...

[chuckles] Be cool.

- Nice work--right? Right? - Hey.

- Uh-huh, right? - Ohh, lovin' it.

- Mm-hmm. - Right?

- Yeah, this is good. Whoo, lovin' this birthday.

- Bill Laimbeer. [laughter]

- He got you.

- These are some good rolls. - Delicious.

- These are good rolls. These are good rolls.

- Yeah. - But...

y'all want to know where I've had

the best rolls in my life?

- Go ahead. - Of course we do.

- Yeah. - Tell us.

- Santa Fe, New Mexico.

- Oh, really? - No!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Hmm.

- Uh, and a lot of people don't know

that it is 8,000 feet above the ground.

Oh, yeah. - Sea level.

You mean it's 8,000 feet about sea level?

- I ain't go to the ocean.

- Okay. - Oh.

- All right, player, I got you.

- Uh-huh, right? You don't want that.

- Soggy rolls. - Mm-hmm.

[phone buzzes] - That's for sure.

- Oh! Oh, oh. Time for the birthday call.

- Oh. - Okay.

- Mama. Mama!

- Baby, I need to talk to you right now.

- I--I--I can't hear you. It's--it's too loud, Ma.

Mom, it's too loud.

Just text me, Ma. Just text me.

- Mm. - [clears throat]

- She's, uh... [chuckles]

It's all-inclusive where they at

so it's like a fiesta-- three fiestas a night,

four fiestas a night, you know?

So she ain't gonna pass that up, so--

- And if she don't call, that's okay too.

- No, she gonna call. - I know she--

- She gonna call. Man. - I know, you know.

- I wouldn't, having a good time like that.

- We should all take our phones to another room

and just shut them in that room.

- Turn 'em off. - No-phone dinner.

- A no phone zone, right? - Yeah.

- Right. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Y'all gotta come-- [notification chimes]

You got--y'all gotta come together, that's all.

We a family, baby. - Yep.

- We a family. - Yes.

- Family. Hey. - Yes, sir.

- Yeah, that's family right there.

- It is-- it is hot in here.

- Yeah.

Uh-oh.

- It's an ancient game we've played for generations.

Actually, it's just an excuse to keep drinking,

but what isn't?

And now it's time to choose your prey.

[all chanting] Choose your prey!

Choose your prey!

Choose your prey.

Choose your prey. - Girl.

- I choose Reggie. Reggie is my prey.

Reggie, now he must somehow guess who from what we say.

- Okay, all right. - [squeals]

- Now, wrap him up.

- Wrap me up! - Wrap him up!

- Wrap me up! - Wrap him up!

- Damn, they got Reggie Columbus.

- I think they got him a long time ago, brah.

- Wrap him up! Wrap him up!

- [squealing] - Patricia.

- Wrong!

Venom shot! - Aww. Okay.

- Feel the sting.

all: Feel the sting! Feel the sting!

- [grimaces] all: Feel the sting!

- [laughs]

- What's in that venom?

- Absinthe, sweet cream, and a splash of Capri Sun.

Connor created it.

- [mouths words]

- Ooh. - Shh.

- [chuckles]

- Bitch ass nigga.

- Lydia? - Oh!

- Feel the sting!

all: Feel the sting! Feel the sting!

Feel the sting! - Aah!

[dreamy music]

♪ ♪

- You know, it's nice to live this way

even if it's just for one night.

- You would trade your life for this one?

All this dysfunction? - Are you serious?

My life is filled with a bunch of shit

I never want to do.

This man does whatever he wants whenever he wants.

And he answers to no one.

♪ ♪

- Something just tripped a sensor in sector seven.

- Connor.

[acoustic guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Step outside, motherfucker. Step outside.

Step outside, motherfucker.

Oh, did you know? Did you know?

Why, Waterwalls? [camera shutter clicking]

Why, Waterwalls?

Why? Huh? - Excuse me?

Sir? - Why?

- Sir. - You want to fight?

You want to fight, huh? - Excuse me, sir.

- Come on. Come on, now.

I'm selling these cookies for my daughter.

Can I interest you in any?

- Who's selling cookies at night?

What flavors you got?

- Be right back. [camera shutter clicking]

- Come on out here, man.

♪ 'Cause I've been working out ♪

♪ I've been working out ♪

- Whoo. - ♪ I've been working out ♪

- Okay, so what y'all gonna do

about this, because right now

it's getting very "Steve Wilkos Show."

- All right. All right.

One of y'all kids get over here

and lace up my shoes. [grunts]

I'm going out there to give that fool what he wants.

- Daddy, you are too old to be out there tusslin'.

Please, sit down.

And you wearing loafers.

- I can do better. - Oh. Oh, yeah.

Huh.

- This is so embarrassing.

- Yes. Yes, this is embarrassing, okay?

You got us up in this man's mom's house

knowing you in a whole complicated situation.

[scoffs] I just don't get y'all.

- You wouldn't understand. Nobody ever married you.

I was faithful, okay?

My eyes might've wandered from time to time,

but I never tipped off.

- Really? - Really.

- What about that time you went to Indianapolis

and then came back smelling like a man's cologne?

- I use Irish Spring.

- Oh, well, that's right. Damn.

My bad. Now I feel stupid.

- For months, I just wanted to be bad.

Plus, you know me and your daddy

got some unresolved issues.

- Well, shit. We resolved them now.

Twice.

- Happy birthday!

Or is it? Because...

- There's been a murder. - [laughs]

- Ooh, and I brought the nine player version.

- About to have some fizz-none.

Also, there's a guy out front scream-crying

and eating knockoff Girl Scout cookies.

- Mm, I thought they were Thin Mints,

but he said they were Thick Mints.

- Go figure. Hi, you must be Shananti.

- Uh-uh. - [scoffs]

Let me go talk to this man.

- Hey, hey. How you doing? - Excuse me.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Excuse me. Let me...

- Okay, that's... - Nice to meet you.

- Connor.

Connor.

- Question. Why do you have a gun?

- 'Cause we're outside. - Guns aside,

whoever comes upon Connor, be firm and ask for an apology.

Don't take any guff.

There's no excuse for calling his mother a bitch.

- It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have opened his yogurt for him.

I know he hates that.

- Wait. How old is Connor? - He's 13.

- Thir-fucking-teen? - But he's got my blood in him,

so he's a bit of a beast, if you know what I mean.

- He wanted a snack, I was rushing,

I grabbed the yogurt, and muscle memory kicked in,

and like a total bitch, I opened the yogurt.

- You are a bitch.

- You two, that way.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I'm trying to calm this situation down.

I accidentally made love to your woman.

- [groans] - Wow.

- It could happen.

- Damn, they are really fighting.

Dad--Daddy.

Damn, I'm sorry, Nobi.

Daddy.

- I understand the man's anger. Infidelity is a big tomato.

- Absolutely. I would never cheat.

- Good.

- In fact, the closest I ever came was,

uh, at a music teacher's conference.

- Uh, point of order: you said that Hamburg was,

"Super boring, nothing happened."

- Yeah, it was. Nothing happened, you know?

I met this librettist from Barcelona.

- [gasps] Ooh.

- Uh, Antonio... [chuckles]

He got all my jokes. Even, he wrote me a poem.

- Which you immediately destroyed.

- So romantic.

- [smacks lips] What's going on outside?

- I appreciate that, but--

- Kitty, you...

Kitty, it's a lot of silence right now in the house,

and I'm gonna fill that with this question.

Kittandra Saloan, when was the last time

you read that poem? - [scoffs]

I don't need to read it. - Good.

- Because I know it by corazón.

- I'd love to hear some.

- I don't think you should even know it.

- [speaks Spanish]

- So you do know it.

Kitty, do you know--hmm.

- Why are you so mad? I didn't do anything?

- Because knowing that poem is basically cheating.

Imagine if the shoe was on the other foot.

I mean, you get mad when I know Rihanna lyrics.

- You know "Bitch Better Have My Money."

That's not romantic at all. - I know.

- It's a revenge song. - Kitty, knowing that...

[humming] - Don't. Don't.

When you do scales, I worry.

- ♪ And then the water was cool ♪

Okay, my love, I think knowing that poem is a little--

like a--like 12-18% cheating.

- I didn't do anything wrong. - It is not okay.

- It's the furthest thing from...

- Do you hear the vehemence in your voice?

The denial? You basically let the man

E.E. Cummings all over your brain.

- Oh, my God.

I never let his "Emily dick in, son."

- I'm not gonna go pun for pun with you right now.

- 'Cause you'd lose.

- I don't care. I don't care.

- Baby, he's gone.

- I don't care. Look, look, look.

I'm gonna be cool for the kids, but I want answers.

- We all want answers. - Mom!

- Hey, man, uh, it's a bunch of bald-headed dudes

with beards coming through the back door.

Just kind of randomly sized.

- ♪ Love, love, love, love ♪ - No, fellas, fellas, fellas.

Fellas, fellas, hold up. - Happy birthday.

- Fellas, hold up.

This was set up before all of this--Bustdown Boys.

You know the guys. It was for you.

- It's fine. Thank you.

- Keep going, guys.

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ Love, love, love, love ♪

- I'm gonna go to my room.

- It's your special day.

Did you have cake and ice cream?

- ♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To the one I love ♪

- Or was it ice cream and cake?

- ♪ Happy birthday to the one I love ♪

- Did you blow out all the candles?

- I think he's snapping on the one and the three.

Who--did--can Black people--

- I didn't know we could.

- I don't know if that's the right pitch.

- It's two and four. [coughs]

- This is getting real weird and I'm stressing.

It's all--I'm going next door.

Happy birthday, Nobi.

- Did you blow out all the candles?

- ♪ Happy birthday to the one ♪

- Our parents couldn't stand each other

when they were married

and now they're divorced and humping?

- Mm-hmm. - [sighs] I just don't get it.

- Me neither. - ♪ Happy birthday ♪

- So what you want to do? - Until next year.

- ♪ Happy birthday to the one I love ♪

- You might be replaced.

- I know I'm gonna be singing this for a week.

- Oh, that's the worst part. This is forever.

- It's in my head. - Never leaving.

♪ ♪

- Lucien.

- He was expecting you.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Connor.

You want some candy corn pumpkins?

They're still squishy.

You know, you really upset your mom,

and it sure would mean a lot to her

if you came back to the party.

- "Mom"? You mean Maggie, the cuntiest cunt

who ever cunted her way to Cunt Town, population: cunt,

just over the Cunt River and through the Cunt Woods?

- Listen to me, okay?

You got to stop saying cunt, man.

No, stop it. No, wait.

Not another blade of grass. I'm serious.

Not one more-- not one more blade.

Okay, that's the last blade.

Hey, I'm not fucking around here, Connor.

That's it.

- K, I think we're in the wrong place, man.

- Fucking South Suburbs. - Not one more blade.

- Lucien, you think we can get a ride home?

- I don't know you. - Copy that.

- No, wait. Stop. No. Stop, stop. No.

Not another blade of grass. That's it. That's it.

All right, that's the last one. That is the last one.

♪ ♪

- See? See? Titty in the rope. - That was even...

- Titty in the rope. Titty in the rope.

All right. There you go, there you go.

Yeah, that was-- - You know what? Hold on.

- I done said that was-- - Got her.

- ♪ Or you couldn't miss ♪ - Okay.

Slow down. Not my speed.

- Come on, Grandma. - Shut up.

Okay, now, speed up.

- Mambo, mambo, mambo.

- Oh, you quiet now. You quiet not.

You quiet. Speed up. Speed up.

I'm older than you, but I'm better than you.

- Never, okay. - Okay, but who jumpin'?

Who jumpin'? Who jumpin'? Who jumpin'?

[D'zaire's "Chicagoan"]

- ♪ This my two honey bun mystic flow ♪

♪ One dollar white tee at corner store ♪

♪ Swishers across from the four for four ♪

♪ Blisters from rockin' the court ♪

♪ To the point where the floor was sore ♪

♪ 40-foot fortresses door to door ♪

♪ One prolly Benny the bulls ♪

♪ I been through plenty of bull ♪

♪ Your city definitely envy my city for sure ♪

♪ Rawness and grit at the core ♪

♪ So of course I would wanna do my dance at the Dan Ryan ♪

♪ Meet me midway I ain't damn flyin' ♪

♪ I come from a place where niggas ♪

♪ In some plane everyday ♪

♪ Like they ass was a damn pilot ♪

♪ One the ave 2:00 a.m. and they been wylin ♪

♪ Chi gave me the drip ain't no say about it ♪

♪ This my two honey bun mystic flow ♪

♪ One dollar white tee at corner store ♪

♪ Swishers across from the four for four ♪

♪ Blisters from rockin' the court ♪

♪ To the point where the floor was sore ♪

♪ 40-foot fortresses door to door ♪

♪ One prolly Benny the bulls ♪

♪ I been through plenty of bull ♪

♪ Your city definitely envy my city for sure ♪

♪ Rawness and grit at the core, so of course ♪

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