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(man on TV) 'Stay tuned for tonight's classic heavyweight fight.'

'The Thrilla in Manila, up next.'

That's what I'm talking about.

Yo, Dirk, remember back in the day

when they used to call me the master jabber, huh?

‐ It was the jibber‐jabber, bro. ‐ Oh.

‐ Hey, Jonelle. ‐ 'Mm‐hmm.'

Taste my tofu meatball casserole

and tell me if it needs anything.

‐ Go on. ‐ Mm.

I just think...flavor.

Crazy. Hey, everybody, eat up.

Tia, if you want us to leave, just ask.

You didn't have to threaten us with a casserole.

[doorbell rings]

Ah.

‐ Dad! ‐ Hey, what's up, big fella?

‐ 'Oh, hey, y'all.' ‐ Hey, how you doin'?

Oh, oh, Bobby, no running in the house.

Hey, hey, hey, he can run in this house.

How about you stop runnin'..

...your mouth? Hey, Tia.

Neesee, think of a comeback in the car and call him, right?

Come on, we're gonna be late for the auto show, girl. Come‐‐

Oh, you in the market for a car?

No, I'm in the market for a man

who could buy me a car.

Oh, good luck.

The only women that men check out at the auto shows

are the ones with the bikinis and high heels on

that's draped all over the car, right, bro, like this.

‐ Yeah, like this. ‐ Oh, could you cut it out?

Ah, so you see me at the auto show then, right?

‐ Daddy, are these for me? ‐ Yeah.

I figured you could play with these while we watched a fight.

Robert, you know boxing is too violent.

Actually, that's a common misconception.

You know, my dad used to box in the navy.

You know, and he taught me that boxing is a game of strategy.

You know, like, chess. Yeah.

Yeah, if you're gonna hit somebody over the head

with a chessboard.

Look, Neesee, Tia's right.

Boxing is not only a sport, it's entertainment now.

That's right, that's why your boy is interviewing

"Sugar" Shane Mosley on his show this week.

You know, some of the biggest pay‐per‐view events

on TV are boxing matches.

See, and this one right here, this is perfect

because it's a legendary match.

This fight right here made history.

History. And both fighters were black.

So that makes it..

‐ Black history! ‐ Black history!

And Ali is such a smart fighter.

He took Frazier out with eight rights.

‐ Eight right hands. ‐ No.

Actually, it was nine right hands.

‐ Nigga dig in nine right hands. ‐ Nine right hands.

Okay, okay, okay. Don't woo me with all the sports trivia.

You know I don't like fighting.

Good. Then you'll leave without a struggle.

See ya. Come on, girl.

♪ Often I wish that we could take the time to see ♪

♪ The need there is to be a family yeah ♪

♪ 'Cause it's all of us sometimes it can be rough ♪

♪ Time and seasons change but we will still remain ♪

♪ It's just all of us ♪ ♪ It's just all of us ♪

♪ It's just all of us ♪ ♪ It's just all of us ♪♪♪

‐ Oh, no! ‐ No!

And down goes Frazier!

[chanting] Ali, bomaye! Ali, bomaye!

Ali, bomaye! Ali..

‐ I move like a butterfly. ‐ Sting like a bee.

(both) Rumble, young man, rumble.

[screaming]

Yeah, that is right, Joe. You were smokin', now you chokin'.

You had to hoop, but you got hooked.

Your jaw was glassed and he whooped your ass!

[laughs] That's why it's a rub‐a‐dub, baby, ah!

And, hey, by the way

Ali, bomaye, that's from Ali and Foreman

Rumble In The Jungle.

What? Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

Did other people had commentary

they wanted to share with the group?

Uh, they gonna stop smokin' any time soon?

Hey, Dirk, let's teach Bobby how to box.

Oh, okay, well, I guess it's about bedtime.

Here, girl, let me give you your mail before I forget.

‐ Here. ‐ Thank you.

Uh, Jonelle, this stuff is weeks old.

And, by the way, where are my "Essence" and "Vibe" magazines?

I haven't finished reading those yet.

‐ Jonelle! ‐ What?

Uh, you know, since I've sublet your apartment

this whole thing where I deliver your mail

it's a tad bit inconvenient for me. Okay, cha‐cha?

Clearly, you need to fill out a change of address form, okay?

Gotta go, love ya. Bye, guys.

‐ Peace to you. ‐ Bye.

Oh. "Past due?"

"Pay rent or quit."

Baby, I can't believe it. Jonelle is late on her rent.

You mean, your rent.

I warned you not to sublet your place to a friend.

Dad, dad, look at me. I'm the greatest!

Nah, you look like a crazy boy running from bees.

Let me show you how it's done.

You gotta get your custom model peekaboo, see?

So, look, you got your jab.

Right? You got your uppercut.

And then you got your cross.

Oh!

You got your dad..

...right in his tofu meatballs.

[chuckles] Alright, Bobby.

Alright, that's my little man breaking it down.

You've got my rhythm.

I'm the greatest.

And you got my personality too.

Reggie, can you hold the pillow for me like this?

‐ Hmph! ‐ Hey, you punch too hard.

‐ What are you doing? ‐ We're having fun.

There's nothing fun about punching my good pillows.

But I'm Ali and no one greater than me.

[scoffs] Well, I'm your mama and I'm ending this drama.

My name is Reggie. I don't like this, this..

Oh, man, nothing rhymes with Reggie.

Uh‐huh? Wedgie.

‐ Just shut up. ‐ You shut up.

[grunts]

Ooh! Oh, my vase.

I mean, babies..

...what are you doing?

You went from my good pillow to my good vase.

And for future reference, everything in here is good.

He started it.

[squeals]

Well, you know better.

‐ No, I don't. ‐ Well, you're about to.

Both of you ought to get a time out.

Can I go to the bathroom first?

Yes.

Anh‐anh‐anh‐anh.

But it doesn't count as your time out.

Shoot!

Bobby, I'm gonna say this once.

Fighting is wrong.

You are never to lift your hand against anyone.

My daddy lets me box.

It's more fun over there.

Well, you're over here now.

Then I wanna be over there.

I wanna go and see my daddy.

That makes two of us.

This is "Sugar" Shane Mosley and I'm Robert James

Mr. LA, saying peace to you.

(male #1) 'And cut.'

Oh, Shane. That was a great interview, man.

‐ Yeah, thanks, man. ‐ I got one more question.

How old were you when you first started fighting?

‐ About five. ‐ Good answer!

‐ That's all I wanted to hear. ‐ But, uh‐‐

Ah! I think I hear your town car honking.

Good luck with your next fight, champ.

‐ 'Robert!' ‐ Oh, man, that's my ex‐wife.

Good luck on your next fight too.

Oh, you got jokes. You got jokes. I'll..

Robert, I need to talk to you for a few seconds.

Oh, that reminds me.

I got an appointment with security

to ban my ex‐wives from the studio.

[chuckles] What's on your mind, Neesee?

‐ The $75 you owe me. ‐ For what?

For turning our son into Baby Ali.

He been dancing and rhyming and punching things

all over the house, like my $75 vase.

Shoot, if I knew you paid $75 for a vase

I would have punched you myself.

Look, Neesee, you're trippin'.

All I did was encourage the boy to like a sport.

Really? Because on the kindergarten activity list

I saw tetherball, tee‐ball, kickball.

And if it doesn't have a ball on the end

then it's not a sport.

You should have seen where he hit me.

Look, Neesee, you're overreacting.

And in case you hadn't noticed, he's a boy.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm his mother

so don't tell me what gender he is.

I was there when he as born.

Well, I was there too. And I had a better view.

How much could you see from the floor?

For the umpteenth time

I was lightheaded because I hadn't eaten dinner.

Now, look, the boy is with a woman half the time.

He has to learn how to be a man all the time.

‐ And that's where I come in. ‐ Well, you need‐‐

Excuse me, I, I know this isn't any of my business‐‐

‐ No, it's not. ‐ Sure ain't.

But I would like to interject that I agree with you, Neesee.

Oh, well, yeah. Go on, go on ahead then.

Now my parents raised me to believe in love, not war.

Growing up in a commune, we couldn't even play patty cake

because it was too violent.

All the parents, they considered it a gateway activity

that would lead to fighting and killing

and perhaps even rock and roll.

I thought you grew up in a circus.

No, I ran away to the circus.

Then I was traded to a carnival for a freak.

Thank you, Turtle. Thank you.

[chuckles]

I, I still agree with Neesee though.

♪ Yay yay‐hee ♪♪♪

Look, Neesee, I think you're overreacting.

I'm trying to raise a man here, not a wimp.

Well, I'm trying to raise a son, not a bully.

Well, fine, you do what you wanna do in your house

I'll do what I wanna do with my son in my house, alright?

He's still my son when he's in your house.

And I still don't agree with you teaching him to fight.

Yeah, well, I don't agree with you teaching him

all the names of the malls.

Look, Neesee, just because the boy is learning how to box

doesn't mean he's gonna fight.

‐ Your mama. ‐ Your mama.

‐ Your mama's mama. ‐ Your auntie.

Your auntie's mama.

My auntie's mama is the same person as my mama's mama.

Okay, then grandmama then.

That's still the same person, Reggie.

Ugh!

Nice coat. Is that new?

‐ Yeah, it is. Thanks. ‐ Looks expensive.

Must have cost as much as, oh, I don't know, rent?

What are you talkin' about?

That pay‐rent‐or‐quit notice.

‐ Oh. You got that. ‐ Uh‐huh.

Oh, see, I was trying to take care of that myself.

I know you can afford the rent because you make what I make

and I paid the rent there with no problems.

Yeah, you're right. I can afford to pay it, no problem.

But I'm not. Not until my landlord fixes my dryer

my toilet and my leaky pipes.

Alright, so when is he gonna fix it?

He said not until we pay.

You really need to kind of stop saying we, okay?

Because you're the one who owes the money.

Look, he doesn't make it easy.

Every time I see him in the courtyard

he's always giving me the evil eye.

Jonelle, the man has a glass eye.

Oh. Oh.

‐ So you're gonna pay it, right? ‐ No, wrong!

No. I don't care if he has a wooden leg with a hook.

I'm not paying it until he fixes it.

End of argument.

[children shouting]

‐ God! ‐ Oh, my God!

Teacher!

(Tia) Hey, stop it. Stop it. Get off. Reggie, get off him!

Stop that. Bobby, are you alright?

No. I'm not the greatest.

[bell rings]

Hey, babe.

Turtle left me a note, said you wanted to have

a meeting in the classroom.

Where we at? Up over here?

No, baby, come back. Come back.

Oh, right here, huh?

I gotta tell you something, alright

and I don't want you to blame yourself or me.

‐ Are you‐‐ ‐ No. No.

Bobby got in a fight today with Reggie.

‐ Oh, that's awful. ‐ Yeah.

‐ Did he win? ‐ Robert!

Dad!

Oh.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, where you guys been?

And what's up with the sunglasses?

We're the men in black.

♪ And we're ba‐a‐a‐ack ♪♪♪

Okay, enough fun and games.

You're inside. Take off the sunglasses.

Grandma gets to wear sunglasses inside.

Grandma has cataracts.

Hey, grandma's got a cat?

I thought she was allergic.

‐ Robert, what's going on? ‐ Nothing.

Look at him. He's so cute.

Lookin' like Little Stevie.

[chuckles] You know, grandma loved Little Stevie.

[Robert laughing]

Yeah.

"Fingertips Part II." Shoot.

You know what, we need to get Bobby a piano.

Hey, Bobby, why don't you go to your room

while we decide your musical future?

Okay.

Dad, when I'm in my room, can I take off my sunglasses?

‐ Sure, son. ‐ Good.

Because it's starting to hurt my black eye.

Your, y‐y‐your black what?

He said his black thigh. His black thigh.

Hey, look, I'm gonna leave y'all to..

Oh, my God, you're hurt.

What happened? Oh, whoa, whoa, ha‐ha‐ha.

‐ Huh? ‐ Robert, what happened?

Um, what ha‐happened was

um, he, he, like, sort of got into a fight with Reggie.

‐ Bobby, go to your room. ‐ I tried.

Don't back‐talk me.

Just so you know, it's not my fault.

I know, it's your father's.

Look, Neesee, if you're looking for an apology

you're not getting it.

Now I'm sorry that the boy's got a black eye

'but I'm not sorry he fought.'

Little boys need to know how to fight.

Now if you want, when I pick him up to take him to school

in the morning, I'll have him apologize to Reggie.

No. Bobby and I are going over to Alex's right now.

Lord knows what Reggie looks like.

Yeah. He's probably jacked up, right?

H‐his face probably look like‐‐

Robert, Robert, this isn't funny.

No wonder Alex didn't return my phone call.

She must be livid.

Alright, look, is there anything I could do?

No, you have done enough. Why don't you just leave?

[scoffs] Why did I know you was gonna say that?

You are so predictable, Neesee.

Oh, really, Nostra‐dumbass?

Then you must have predicted this right here.

Okay, T, look at those big bold words.

"Paid in full."

Alright. He finally fixed everything.

No, he didn't fix anything.

But I realized something very important.

Our friendship means more to me

than dry clothes and a working toilet.

Jonelle, that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.

But, girl, you didn't have to come

all the way over here and tell me that.

You could have just called and told me that.

Yeah, well, I needed to dry my clothes.

And I gotta use the toilet. Excuse me.

Get that cottage cheese out the refrigerator.

‐ No, you didn't. ‐ Looks like I did.

[groaning]

[sighs]

‐ Come on. ‐ Hello.

In here.

Alex, I'm so sorry and so is Bobby about the fight.

Yeah. Uh, fight? W‐what fight?

[gasps] Oh, my God!

The one he had with Reggie. How's he doing?

I'll go out and play with the dog.

At least that heifer likes to run.

Reggie, get in here!

‐ Did you have a fight today? ‐ I wouldn't call it a fight.

Oh, really? What would you call it?

Quick and funny.

Reggie, do not be rude. You already beat him up today.

Baby, what happened?

You told me not to fight.

So when Reggie hit me, I didn't hit him back.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

‐ I'm not. ‐ Shut up.

‐ Just stop it. ‐ Just stop it.

Now did you get hurt today?

Only my hand. Bobby has a rock for a head.

You keep it up and you're gonna wish

you had a rock for a bottom.

‐ Hey, dad. ‐ Hey, what's up, big fella?

Can I have some milk and cookies?

‐ Yes. ‐ No.

How about one cookie and a half glass of milk?

‐ No. ‐ Yes.

[scoffs]

Forget it, I'll just have a carrot.

‐ Hey there, Bobby. ‐ Oh, Tia, I'm glad you're here.

I actually wanna talk to both of y'all.

‐ Oh, sure. ‐ Hey, Neesee, look.

‐ I already apologized once‐‐ ‐ Robert, I was wrong.

‐ Say what? ‐ I was wrong.

Baby, did she just say she was wrong?

She did.

‐ Go get the camcorder. ‐ Come on.

I'm not saying into no camcorder.

I was wrong.

The fight that Bobby had wasn't his fault or your fault.

He got a black eye because of me.

Because of you?

Baby, let her confess.

[clears throat]

Bobby didn't fight back at school today

because I told him not to hit anyone or anything.

I sent him out there like a declawed cat.

And I think we should explain to him

when it is and isn't okay to fight.

Well, maybe you two need to explain it

to yourselves first because..

You know, I'm just gonna go.

‐ No, no. I want you to stay. ‐ Okay.

I think Bobby's confused

because there's different rules in each house.

Yeah, well, I'm sure there's something

we can all agree on, you know?

Like, no feet on the furniture.

Oh, yes, I agree with that rule. Mm‐hmm.

Okay, okay, okay, I get it, but you have to stop

letting him stay up past his bedtime.

Yeah, that is a problem because then he gets up

too early and then he wants to have some kind of junkie food

for breakfast, then he goes to school all sugared up and‐‐

Tia, Tia, Tia, Tia.

Don't make me regret asking you to stay.

So now we both need to agree

that he never fights unless he's defending himself.

So can he still spar with me?

‐ Yeah. ‐ Aww.

Look at all of us cooperating and everything.

Oh, this is just beautiful.

I finished my carrot. Can I go watch TV now?

‐ Yes. ‐ No.

‐ No. ‐ Yes.

Forget it. I'll just go do my homework.

‐ Good idea. ‐ Good idea.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah.

‐ Your mama. ‐ Your mama!

Your mama's mama.

‐ Your auntie! ‐ Your auntie's mama.

My auntie's mama is the same person as my mama's mama.

Alright, well, then your grandmama.

Still the same person, "Sugar" Shane.

[grunts]

I'm out of here.

Shane, come back!

Shane, don't go!

Bye, Shane!

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