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A woman may concern, this is Robert J. Freeman, astrophysicist, soccer star,

ex-UFC welterweight champion.

For many of you, this will be the last time hearing from me,

for as of today, I'm deleting my Facebook account forever.

I launched this page with high hope that it might help me find

a woman to love me on those lonely nights when I'm not

jetting around the world fighting terrorism.

But all you bitches turn out to be [bleep] crazy.

Like that [bleep] crazy Carlita, the Dominican drug queen.

An average-size man can smuggle more cocaine in his

rectum than you think.

Granddad: Or that [bleep]

crazy Tara, who tried to kidnap my grandson Riley.

[ Crying ] He's just adorable!

I can't give him back!

You can't make me!

You can't make me!

Granddad: And that [bleep]

crazy Dr. Ellen Jackson, who lured me with promises of

romance and free checkups and then tried to harvest my organs!

Riley: Aah!

Granddad: From now on, I'm out of the game.

Fortunately, I don't blame myself.

I blame all of you.

I know many of you ladies are saying, "No, Robert!

You can't take that good loving away from us!"

Well, it's too late.

It's gone forever.

And so, with no regrets, I hereby commit Facebook hari-kari.

[ Sighs ]

Delete!

♪ I am the stone that the builder refused ♪

♪ I am the visual, the inspiration that made the lady sing the blues ♪

♪ I'm the spark that makes your idea bright ♪

♪ the same spark that lights the dark ♪

♪ so that you can know your left from your right ♪

♪ I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun ♪

♪ the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son ♪

♪ the story that just begun ♪

♪ the promise of what's to come ♪

♪ and I'ma remain a soldier till the war is won ♪

♪ chop chop chop ♪

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Tom: Man, this weekly jog was a great idea, wasn't it?

Look at us. We're workout buddies.

Hey, speaking of buddies, I read your Facebook suicide note, man.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

Granddad: I'm not just giving up on Facebook.

I'm giving up on women.

It's pointless.

These women out here are insane!

Ruckus: Robert, Robert.

The key to happiness is to eliminate all black women from

your life.

I mean, look at me.

No black women in my life.

Look how happy I am.

I'm happier than a nigga with a new gun.

Tom: Now, Ruckus, that is preposterous.

Ruckus: Oh, preposterous?

Preposterous? Really? Really?

Answer me a question.

Is you happy?

Tom: Sure am!

Ruckus: Aha! See?

No black women in his life, neither.

Nigga-free, and that's how he need to be.

Tom: Just because I'm married to a white woman doesn't mean

there's a single thing wrong with black women.

Granddad: True, but you did marry a white woman.

Tom: You have to find the woman who makes you happy, Robert.

Ruckus: Well, black women don't want to be happy.

They squeeze about seven or eight of them little

nappy-headed children by the time they 21.

It's all downhill from there.

Look at that.

Oh, that woman's body over there -- that's a temple.

A black woman's body is a temple of doom!

When was the last time you saw a black woman jogging, Robert?

Ask yourself that question!

And I ain't talking about them super-steroided she-males in the

Olympics that tuck they testicles up, either.

Granddad: Well, come to think of it...

Ruckus: Uh-huh! That's what I thought.

You ain't never seen one 'cause black women don't jog.

That way, they don't sweat out all them industrial-strength

toxic-avenger chemicals they use to straighten out they hair.

Tom: Sarah loves to jog.

Ruckus: Well, of course she do.

Sarah is a human being.

Tom: Okay, fellas, enough of the guy talk jibber-jabber

talky-talk.

Can we just start running already?

Come on! [ laughs ]

Granddad: You coming?

Ruckus: I ain't running with y'all two niggas in the park.

Police might shoot me by mistake.

See you on the other side, nigga!

Granddad: Oh.

Ooh-Whoo!

Mmm.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Mm-mmm.

♪ I know you're the one for me, baby ♪

Oh. I'm sorry.

You don't mind if I stop here, do you?

Granddad: Uh, n-no.

Y-you're jogging?

Well, just love keeping myself in shape.

It's murder on my hair, but you know -- no point in having the

best hair at my own funeral.

Ebony -- Ebony Brown.

♪ Everything is ♪

Granddad: Boys, guess what!

I met a woman, and she asked me out on a date.

Huey: Grab the gun.

Riley: Got it!

[ Gun cocks ]

You get the sword.

Huey: Hurry up.

Get to the car.

Riley: Where's she at?

Do we need to sneak out the back?

Granddad: I like this one. She's different.

Huey: Your dating life has been a serious threat to the

safety of you, the people in this house...

Riley: And, really, the entire neighborhood.

Granddad: Not her.

I met her at the park.

Riley: What was she doing in the park in the middle of the day, huh?

Granddad: She was jogging.

Riley: She lookin' for some lonely old man to take advantage of.

Granddad: Really?

I guess it's possible.

You know what? I'm gonna call her and cancel our date.

Huey: Can you just take it slow this time and maybe not

bring her back here until you sure she's safe?

Granddad: You know what? Never mind.

I said I was giving up on women.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Huey: Maybe your problem with women is you pick crazy ones.

But you can't hold that against every new woman you meet.

Don't you always complain about women who can't let go of their baggage?

Don't be a hypocrite, granddad.

Riley: Be a hypocrite, granddad.

Ruckus: Hello, there, chimpan-- uh, monkey --

I-I mean, Negro female.

Welcome to -- oh.

Granddad: Damn it, Ruckus.

How can you work at all these places at one time?

Ruckus: Hello, Robert.

What a surprise to see you here with your female companion.

Robert, who's this?

Granddad: This is just the valet guy.

Mr. valet guy, can I speak to you over here about the car?

Ruckus: Robert Freeman, I swear, every time I'm ready to

count you amongst the smartest of the accursed sons of ham,

you manage to prove me wrong!

Granddad: I want you to leave us alone tonight, Ruckus.

You're not gonna ruin this for me.

We're just gonna get to know each other.

Ruckus: Oh, really? Really?

Well, I'll tell you everything you need to know right now.

She got kids, she got a police record, and she got debt up to

her wide nostrils.

Granddad: Well, we'll see about that.

But you just leave us alone.

I've never been here.

Granddad: Mmm, you smell so good, Ebony.

Thank you.

Mmm, everything looks great.

Robert?

Granddad: Aah!

Is something wrong?

Granddad: Nothing's wrong.

Just very excited to get to know you. That's all.

Tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know?

Granddad: Anything.

You can tell me about the last time you were arrested or a

funny story about the collection Agent or about one of your many,

many, many kids.

[ Chuckles ]

I've never been arrested, and I don't have any kids, and I have

perfect credit.

Granddad: Really?

Uh...Uh... I need to use the restroom.

Ruckus, you were wrong.

No record, no kids, no nothing! She passed the test.

Ruckus: She didn't pass the test.

She just smarter than you.

Let me talk to her.

Granddad: No! Don't you go over there, Ruckus!

Leave me alone!

I got to go pee.

[ Toilet flushes ]

I'm okay. Thanks.

Phew! Don't mess it up.

Be calm. Take it slow. Mm-hmm.

Hot date tonight, huh, brother?

Granddad: Yeah.

It's like everything she say is perfect.

But I'm taking it slow.

Just getting to know each other. Mm-hmm.

There you go.

Good luck, brother.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Coins rattling ]

Granddad: Oh, I'm sorry.

All I have is a $5.

All right, I'll take that for now.

Granddad: But don't you think a $5 is a bit much?

All you did was turn the water on and hand me a paper towel.

I didn't even ask for it.

You don't have to ask for that!

It comes with the service, nigga, just like the assortment

of gums, mints, lotions, and hair-care products.

Granddad: But I didn't use any of that stuff.

I just had to pee.

I'm happy to tip, but a $5 is too much.

Too much?!

For sitting a foot and a half away from piss and [bleep] and

nasty-ass farts from you [bleep]

For six hours straight, nigga?!

Granddad: Well, I shouldn't have to go to the ATM machine

every time I want to use the [bleep] bathroom.

Nigga, get your ass away from my commodes!

Granddad: [bleep] you!

Oh, no, no, you don't!

No, no! Get your ass back here with my mints!

You lucky I ain't allowed to leave this bathroom, nigga!

Granddad: Hmm?

[ Grumbles ]

Ruckus: Oh, I always hear y'all complaining about a

shortage of black men.

Well, clearly, you hadn't checked jail.

[ Chuckles ] Jail? I can't do any better than jail?

Ruckus: Oh! Now you too good for jail.

Is that it?

A jail nigga was good enough for mama but not good enough for you, huh?

Granddad: Ruckus, stop!

Ebony, don't listen to him.

He's half-retarded.

He's only got one eye!

Ruckus: No, no, Robert!

I'm doing this for your own good.

Robert, your friend is too funny.

Both: What?

I mean, his views are obviously reprehensible, but

there's just enough truth to make me examine myself in a critical light.

Plus, he's hilarious and, thus, oddly likable.

Both: Huh?

Ruckus: Well, it's a... It's -- it's a pleasure to meet

you, as well...Ma'am.

Granddad: So then Jesse tried to say that I ordered the cheese

sandwich and that I ate Martin Luther king's chicken

Pesto, but I always order the chicken Pesto.

Martin started ordering it after i started ordering it.

And so Jesse Jackson tried to stand up all slow, and I said,

"Pardon my language, but you know what, Jesse?

I'm sick of you!"

And he pulled out a knife and said, "Nigga, I'ma cut your nuts off!"

So I said, "Oh [bleep] it. It's only a sandwich."

True story. I can't believe it.

That actually happened?

Granddad: Mm-hmm. Stuff like that happen to me all the time.

I don't think he was playing, either.

I think he wanted to cut my nuts off.

Do you know how amazing that is?

Do you know how amazing your life is?

Ruckus: Well, Robert, hope you not feeling this credit

crunch, 'cause you just spent a [bleep] ton to feed this

wildebeest.

[ Chuckles ] Wildebeest?

Ho ho.

Well, this one's on the wildebeest. Ruckus: What?

Riley: Here we go.

You just won't learn.

Granddad: I checked her out.

I'm telling you, she's wonderful -- better than wonderful!

Huey: You sure she's not gonna hurt anybody?

Granddad: Almost positive.

Riley: A'ight, granddad, go ahead.

Fall in love again.

He doing it again, Huey.

I could see it in his eye.

Granddad: She's coming over tonight.

You two are going to behave. Got it?

Riley: Why don't you just sign your retirement benefits

over to her -- all your bank accounts, too?

You just met her yesterday.

Psh! What's taking so long?

Granddad: Shut up.

Riley: And you -- you an enabler.

Enabling-ass nigga.

[ Laughter ]

Seriously? Tom: Yeah.

Well, I understand why Robert was worried at first.

There's a lot of crazy women out there.

Tom: Ma'am, we are so happy you showed up.

Ruckus: Bravo, bravo, bravo!

Yes. That is a very impressive set of prepared responses.

Granddad: Ruckus, what are you doing here?

How did you get in? It's okay, Robert, really.

I think it's great that your friends care so much about you.

Sarah: Robert, may I use your little girls' room?

Ruckus: So, how did you two kids meet in a park in the

middle of a work day?

Taking a long lunch?

Well, I run a nonprofit organization, so my hours are flexible.

Tom: Wow. So, what kind of work do you do?

Well, up until recently, we raised money to find a cure for

Patterson's disease.

Huey: Patterson's disease?

I never heard of it.

Ruckus: Yes, nor have I.

Well, it's a very serious terminal illness.

Well, it was a serious illness. We cured it.

Granddad: Wow. You cured it? Yep.

Tom: I've never heard of one of those foundations actually curing anything.

Ruckus: Yes. That sure is amazing that you cured that

disease that ain't nobody ever heard of.

Oh, tell us, tell us -- what other incredible things have you

done that only you know about?

Sarah: Were you guys just talking about Patterson's disease?

Yes. You've heard of it?

Sarah: My Nana had Patterson's disease.

Tom: Oh, hon, I never knew that.

Granddad: She cured it.

Sarah: Oh...My God.

You saved my Nana's life!

[ Sobbing ]

How wonderful you are!

[ Sobbing ]

Tom: Ohh.

Congratulations, Robert.

Sarah: She's amazing!

Granddad: Now, now, we're just taking it slow.

Ruckus: I tell you all, it's a trap!

Beneath that baby-soft, lotiony exterior, them wide, inviting

hips, and that ample chocolate bosom is a savage, africanized,

pot-boiling, bone-in-the-nose, doing-a-monkey-dance,

playing-drums female!

Granddad: Ruckus, get the hell on! Go!

Ruckus: You might as well be [bleep] an orangutan!

Granddad: Didn't I tell you she's perfect?

She's the perfect woman.

Huey: I can't find anything wrong with her.

Riley: A'ight, granddad.

Maybe she not a ho.

Maybe she'll just marry you and take everything when you die.

Let's call her a businesswoman.

Granddad: All right, boys, time for bed.

Say good night to miss Ebony.

Huey, Riley, it was great meeting the both of you.

Huey: It was quite a relief to meet you, miss Ebony.

Riley: I hope we can hang out again before you steal all my granddad's money.

Granddad: Unh!

[ Soft music plays ]

♪ Doo doo doo doo, Dee ♪

[ chuckles ]

Granddad: [ humming ]

Ooh!

♪ I know you're the one for me, baby ♪

Granddad: Ohh!

Eee!

Oh, daddy.

[ Moaning passionately ]

Granddad: Sweet thing, you.

Mm-mm-mmm. Wait.

Can we turn the lights on?

I like to be able to see.

Granddad: Lights on?

Uh, I just put on some weight recently.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

I'd rather keep it very, very dark.

Uh...Just use your imagination.

[ Chuckles ]

You're so funny.

Okay. Whatever you like.

[ Smooching, giggling ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Wait, wait, wait. Let me guess, let me guess.

And ed III gets shot in the chest.

Granddad: Yes.

[ Laughs ]

I just love your life.

You have these crazy adventures with these bizarre characters,

and it's so much fun.

Granddad: Never thought about it like that.

Seemed like a bunch of problems to me.

I love it that you fight people with a belt.

I love it that you're friends with a pimp named

a pimp named slickback.

I love that Riley thinks everything is gay.

I know I shouldn't like any of these things, but I do.

Granddad: Yeah, I guess it is kind of fun.

I want to be a character.

Granddad: Uh, cameo or reoccurring?

Regular.

Granddad: Oh, my.

What am I gonna do? She's the perfect woman!

Huey: What's the problem?

Granddad: She's too good for me.

Huey: Is that what she said?

Granddad: No, she said she likes and accepts me for who I am.

Huey: So, what's the problem?

Granddad: She doesn't know the real me.

No one normal can love the real me.

Have to do something drastic before I screw it up.

I should try to be someone totally different -- you know,

like Tyrese or Chris Brown, someone who's not a dorky old man.

Riley: Yep. Makes sense.

Granddad: And I shouldn't tell her how much I like her.

Women like the chase, don't they? Riley: Yep.

Granddad: Soon as she thinks she's got me, she's gonna move

on to another old man to satisfy her sick old-man fetish.

Riley: Nah, she probably just got a young nigga on the side.

Granddad: Another man?

Of course! With all these young men with good blood pressures running around.

And he's probably buff, too.

Riley: Yep, real buff.

Granddad: Like Tyrese buff?

Riley: Nah, like 50 Cent buff.

Granddad: Oh, no!

He probably spend all his time in the gym getting strong!

I bet she thinks of him every day, even when she's with me.

Riley: Especially when she with you.

Huey: Granddad, this is silly.

She obviously likes you.

Just relax and be yourself.

Granddad: Myself? Nah.

That'll never work.

Yeah, uh, I'm looking for something like a homing device,

like in the movies, you know?

See, I have a friend who needs to follow around a young lady friend.

Uh...Uh, not stalking her or anything.

You know, that would be real creepy.

[ Car alarm deactivates ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Ruckus: So, you just put that little GPS gadget thingy in her

car, and now we can follow her anywhere.

Lord, the white man sure is brilliant.

I do love him and his modern technology so.

Finally, that which the darkie has done in darkness shall come

to light!

Granddad: I can't believe it.

Why, lord? Why?!

Ohh!

Ohh!

I didn't know she can do that!

Ruckus: Let me see!

Let me see!

Oh, my God.

Look at that.

I'm so sorry, Robert, but I told you.

That afro-tramp could not be -- aah! Aah!

[ Squirrel chittering ]

Sorry, squirrel.

Hmm. I don't know.

I don't think I'm a fan of the earring.

Granddad: Well, I like it. It's my ear.

I can wear an earring -- maybe two!

You saying I'm too old to wear an earring?

What's wrong?

You seem grumpy.

Granddad: Oh, like "Grumpy Old Men," huh?

[ Laughs ] I get it.

Let's all laugh at the old guy.

Is something bothering you?

Granddad: Now I'm too sensitive.

Is that it? Huh?

No, I'm not saying that.

I -- what -- are you okay?

Granddad: Oh.

Look, do you want me to take off?

I feel like I'm getting on your nerves.

Granddad: Hey! Hey!

Stop looking at my woman!

Hey, what the hell?!

Why are y'all staring at my girl like that?!

I know she's hot!

I know she's got a big, wonderful, glorious behind!

But I'm the guy she's with!

And y'all think because I'm a pudgy old man that y'all can

just look at her when you want!

I may not be young, I may not be buff like Tyrese, I may not have

the pectorial muscles of a Michael jai white or the

washboard abs of a Tyson Beckford, or even the

[bleep]-your-pants scariness of a kimbo slice!

But don't think I won't punch one of you punk-asses in the eye

for looking at my girl!

You! Mnh-mnh.

Mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh.

You! Hey! Punk!

Why you lookin' at my girl?!

Robert, stop!

[ Thud ]

I'm so, so, so, so sorry, Ebony.

Please don't break up with me.

You don't have to keep apologizing, Robert.

I'm worried about you.

Granddad: I don't know what came over me.

I just -- I feel so old.

There's so many younger, sexier men out there, like bald

Boris Kodjoe or the British sophistication of an Idris Elba.

Robert, I don't want to date those guys.

I've already dated those guys.

Granddad: What?

[ Chuckles ] I'm kidding.

Granddad: Whew!

Thought you was a ho for a second.

Riley: Aw, man, you fought for her?

Nobody told you to fight for her!

She'll never respect you now.

I mean, she probably didn't want to say it to your face, but it's a wrap.

Granddad: Shut up! I'm not listening to you anymore.

Riley: It's a shame, too. She wasn't bad.

Granddad: She said she's gonna give me another chance.

Riley: Is that right?

How long since she called you?

Granddad: [ groans ]

[ Answering machine beeps ]

Hey, it's me again.

I just sent you a text message and e-mail and an instant

message and a MySpace message.

And I just put an actual letter in the mail.

You should be getting it in a couple of days.

And I also tried to send you a telegraph at the station, but

the man said they don't exist anymore.

And I tried to page you, but the man said that doesn't exist

anymore, either.

So, uh... Just call me when you can.

I'll just be here waiting.

[ Answering machine beeps ]

[ Sighs ] We're like the perfect couple.

I'm starting to look like you.

Granddad: [ sniffles ]

[ Groans ]

Riley: Granddad, I found her!

Granddad: You did? Twitter?

What the hell is a Twitter?

[bleep] they keep coming up with these stupid computer things.

I can't keep up.

There should be one damn computer thing and that's it.

Riley: Well, her Twitter says she's in Malaysia.

Granddad: Malaysia?

What's she doing there?

She obviously went there to get away from me!

Riley: Or maybe she went for the inexpensive male prostitutes.

Huey: She probably just needs a little space.

Riley: Yeah, a little other-side-of-the-planet space.

Granddad, you better hurry before she gets to the moon.

Granddad: It's settled, then.

I'm going to Malaysia.

Unh! Ohh!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Make sure those crates... Granddad: Ebony!

Robert! What are you doing here?

Granddad: Why? Why did you leave me all alone?

I mean, I know I made mistakes, but to leave forever without saying goodbye?

Robert, it's been 16 hours, and the flight is 12 hours.

Granddad: Oh, yeah.

Somehow, it seemed longer than that.

I tried to call, but my phone doesn't work over here.

Granddad: Well, then, why did you leave?

You didn't hear about the typhoon?

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Robert, I'm really shocked that you came all the way out here,

but it's not healthy.

Look at you.

You look exhausted and stressed, and -- I don't know -- I don't

want to have this effect on you.

You don't look happy.

Granddad: I'm happy.

What makes you think I'm not happy?

It was all just a big misunderstanding.

Hoo! Well, since I'm already here, I might as well help out

with the relief effort.

Robert, you have to slow this down.

Granddad: No, let's speed it up.

Let's go faster!

Robert, you'll be fine.

Next week, you'll have some crazy adventure with another woman.

You won't even remember this little episode.

Granddad: I don't know.

I'm not too sure I have many episodes left.

Goodbye, Robert.

Granddad: [ groans ]

Please?

Ruckus: Where she at?

Where she at?!

Miss Brown! Miss Brown!

Oh, I know she in here, Robert.

And I can't hold my feelings inside no longer.

Marry me, miss Ebony Brown!

Do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Uncle Ruckus.

Granddad: She's gone, Ruckus.

Ruckus: Gone?

What you mean, she gone?

Granddad: I blew it.

Ruckus: Is she ever coming back?

Granddad: I don't know.

She said I didn't love myself enough.

Ruckus: Well, that's understandable.

You a coon.

Hey, I wonder if Ebony can start one of them foundations and cure

revitiligo.

Oh, she sure was something.

I mean, she was an ape, but she was the prettiest ape I ever

seen.

Granddad: This is the new Facebook account of Robert j. Freeman.

I'm old but still get around pretty well.

I have two bad grandkids, and I enjoy pork, orange juice, and

watching "Real Housewives of Compton."

No [bleep] crazy women, please.

And don't forget to ***. LOL.

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