Original subtitles

- Look, I know I messed up. I know I missed my chance.

I'm the one for you.

- Previously on "Bruh..."

- REGINA: If you guys don't mind,

I'm gonna get all my guests back in here,

and I'm gonna marry this amazing man.

- [laughs] Hallelujah!

- I just want you. - You're so not ready.

- I am ready.

- She wanted me to say that we had sex.

She was looking for an out.

- You have to let it go, man. - This is over, Bill, it's done!

- And his plan worked. - What?

- ALICE: Yeah, when they got to "I do,"

she said she couldn't.

- You're telling me she didn't get married?

- Nope.

- No one else. - No one else.

I wanna be together.

- ♪ When the sky's down

♪ And all we see is me

♪ And you

♪ So in love - [knock on door]

- ♪ The way it's meant to be

♪ All goes down

♪ You're next to me

- PAMELA: Hi. - MIKE: Hi.

- ♪ I never felt like this

- [laughs]

How's it going? Ooh, wine? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay.

I didn't drink too much earlier, so.

- [exhales]

How was the rest of the wedding?

- Um...better after you left. For sure.

Like ten times better. - That's not really necessary.

- It was a great time. - That's not even necessary,

you're doing too much.

That's cold. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Um...I did tell David that I wasn't gonna see him anymore.

- Aw. - PAMELA: Mm-hmm.

- Poor guy. - Mm-hmm. Which means...

- Which means...

I wanna hear you say it, though. I know.

- Um...

I will seriously consider being...your one and only.

- Okay.

- More? - Yeah. Cool.

- Okay, alright, but can you just...don't get annoyed, just--

I have a couple of questions. - Here we go. [chuckles]

I'm already annoyed. I'm listening.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Mike, are you sure, like, this is what you want? For sure?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- MIKE: Mm-hmm. - Okay. And...

- And? - It'll just be you and me?

- Yeah.

- And we can, like, go get tested together...

and just...be here for each other, right?

- Yeah, it'll be a good time. - Come here.

Okay. - Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

That girl, earlier, did-- she was...

- She had something in her eye, bro.

- [laughs] - Like, she was crazy,

but...she meant nothing.

- So it's in the past? - In the past.

- Okay.

Okay, so let me just be sure.

I just--I wanna be sure, okay? - Okay.

- Um...you know, that we're on the same page.

- Yeah. - We're not gonna talk to them

at all. - At all.

- For any reason? - None.

- None? - None!

- Okay. Mm-hmm.

I just feel like-- - [laughs] I knew it.

- I just feel like-- - I knew you were

sitting on something. - Yeah, no, that's gonna be...

that--I feel like you're being kind of impossible

with that, you know? - How is that the wrong answer?

- It's not the wrong answer.

We're not doing the--you just-- I want an honest answer.

- I'm giving you the honest answer.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'm--I'm talking about hooking up, alright?

I'm not gonna talk to them about hooking up.

- Okay. - Alright?

- Okay. Are you sure?

- Yeah.

What about your guys?

- What about my guys? - Your random flock of men.

- Okay, first of all-- - What?

- --there's not a lot of them, and also,

none of them are random.

- Okay. I know how that sounds nice coming up,

but that means that they're in and out of your life,

I don't wanna hear about that.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Alright, well, you're gonna have to hear about it.

- Mm. - 'Cause I'm gonna tell

them all that I'm off the market, okay?

- Okay. Good.

- Honestly, you better be sure this is what you want,

'cause right now you're kind of giving me...

- What am I giving you? It is what I want.

- Okay. - I'm sure.

- What about that, um, what about that girl, Andi?

- Who? - Andi.

The girl you work with.

The one you're literally always talking about.

- I never told you about Andi.

- No, you have.

You've definitely talked about her a lot.

- Oh, really? - Why are you acting stupid?

What about, like-- - She's in the past.

It's nothing.

- In the past. - Yeah.

- ♪

- Okay. - Okay.

- ♪

- Okay.

Come here, I want you to make love to me then.

- I can do that.

I can do that.

- ♪ We can get lost right here in this moment ♪

♪ Girl, let's run away, there's no need to stay ♪

♪ I can tell by the way that you're moving ♪

♪ Girl, don't hestitate ♪

- ♪ Navigating through the state of life ♪

♪ Trying to find me a shawty and make her mine ♪

♪ Now, I'll find one in no time ♪

♪ With the help of my homies

♪ I'm going out with my bruhs

♪ My bruhs, I'm going out, I'm going out ♪

♪ With my bruhs

♪ I'm going out, going out with my bruhs ♪

♪ Going out

♪ Bruhs

♪ Ooh, going out, going out

♪ With the bruhs ♪

- ♪

- We ain't open yet. - Ms. Alice, it's me.

- Well, whoever "Me" is, we still closed.

- REGINA: Regina.

- Oh. [laughs] Hey. - Hi.

- ALICE: Hey, how you doing?

- I'm okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah. - ALICE: Okay, well...

You know, you was in a pretty bad way

when you called off the wedding.

- It's fine. Really, it's fine.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. I'm sure.

I mean...

I'm at peace with my decision.

- Well, that's--that's all that matters.

- Not according to Peter. - ALICE: No?

- No. - Why?

He didn't take it too well, huh?

- Not at all. He's threatening to sue me.

- What?! - Yes, to pay for the wedding.

- His bitch-ass. - Ms. Alice.

- Yeah, what kind of man do that?

- Peter. - For that little bit of money?

- It was actually $178,000.

- What the hell?! - I know.

- Well, what the hell you spend that kind of money on?

- The dress was 50,000.

- Dollars? - Yeah.

- Damn. For a motherfucking dress?!

- Yes. - Did that bitch come

with a broom so you can fly around town on it?

Get the hell out of here with that shit.

- What? It was nice. - Shit, a $50,000 dress

better turn into a damn brick house when I put it on.

- Well, I thought it was just gonna be for that one day.

- And where is it? - In storage.

- Storage? - Yeah, so...

I came by here to tell you that I'm moving.

- Oh. - And...

this is my new number. - Okay.

Where you going?

- I don't know, I have a girlfriend out in LA,

maybe I'll go out there and spend some time with her.

- Okay. - But why you looking at me

like that?

- If you try to run away from your problems,

they'll meet you where you are.

You can't run away from 'em.

- Yeah. I know.

- You know what? Let me get us some coffee.

- No, no, no, no, Ms. Alice, it's okay.

- Why?

- I don't...really like your coffee.

- Bitch, what you talkin' about?

- It's usually kinda...old.

- That's my special brew.

The shit that I don't sell? I just let it stay there

for a couple days 'til I sell it.

- Okay, okay, Ms. Alice, look.

Do you think I'm doing the right thing?

- Fuck no. Insulting my coffee.

- I'm talking about LA and the wedding and...

calling the whole thing off.

- I told you, baby, to follow your heart.

- How could I marry him and I just slept with Bill?

- Easy, just say, "I do."

- I couldn't. - Yeah. You're not like me.

- Ms. Alice, you ain't like that either.

- Shit, I'd have opened up his checkbook the next day

and thought nothing of it.

- No conscience? - Sleeping like a baby,

shopping like a hoe.

- No, I couldn't do that. - Aw, you a good girl.

- Well, I don't feel so good after what I did to Peter.

- What you did, you did for yourself.

- What do you mean? - You freed yourself.

- I guess that's true.

- You would've been so unhappy.

You know, people put themselves through so much pressure

because of a wedding date.

Damn the date, and the wedding.

- Yeah, you're right. - Just be ready.

- Ready for what? - Mm, hell if I know

what I'm saying.

Are you real upset that you didn't marry?

- [scoffs] Yeah, I am.

- Let me ask you something, honey.

And this is real personal. - Okay.

- Who got a bigger dick? - [clears throat] Ms. Alice.

- Come on, girl, I ain't playing.

Who got the biggest dick? - [laughing]

- Go on now. Come on. - [groans] Ma.

What are you talking about?

- Shit. - Hey, Regina.

- Hey. - How are you?

- I'm good. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - I heard about the wedding.

- What did you hear? - I heard you called it off.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Did it have something to do with Bill?

- Hell yeah.

- I was just asking if it had something to do with Bill,

is that wrong?

- And you just staying on stupid.

- What are you talking about? Like, I was just, it's a--

- No, it's not because of Bill. - [chuckles]

- And I resent you for asking me that.

- Wow. Regina, I'm not trying to, like,

disprespect you or nothing-- - Really?

- JOHN: Yeah. - It seems that way.

- It just seemed like a rational question.

- And why would you think that, John?

- 'Cause y'all had sex the night before your wedding.

- Don't look at me, your ass was in the bathroom

making all that damn noise.

[imitates moaning]

- JOHN: Ma--Ma-- - So he told you that?

- Mom, please. Huh? - He told you that?

- Yeah, he--he did. - Damn.

- JOHN: What?

- You know, bro code or something.

Shut the hell up. - I ain't gon--she asking me!

What am I supposed to say? - And do you mind?

We were talking. - Look, I'm sorry, I'm--

- No. It's fine. I'm going to the bathroom.

I have a flight to catch, so...

- That bathroom? She in there reminiscing.

- Ma, come on, like you got-- come on, that's nasty, like,

let her have a moment. - It wasn't nasty.

- It is. - They were nasty.

- Alright. - You stupid.

- What did I do? - "Was it about Bill?"

- I was just asking. - It's the way to do it.

I was gonna work it out of her.

- If it's about Bill, she should just be honest

and say it's about Bill! Like, it's alright, be honest.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Own it.

- It's about him, alright. - What you mean?

- Well, she's, uh, changing her number

and she's moving to LA.

- What? - Hmm, it's so much about him.

- Man, Bill gon' be sick about that.

- Does he know about it?

- JOHN: No he don't know about it.

- Then you better not tell him. - Why would I not tell him?

That's my friend.

- That fool will go lay down on the runway for that girl.

- You're right, Mom, but I cannot not tell him.

- You ain't worth the shit. - I ain't worth the--

This is my friend, I gotta tell him.

What are you talking about? - You ain't worth the shit.

- 'Cause I'm telling my friend some information

he would care to know? - That's a bitch move.

- What are you talking--that's why you don't got no friends.

Okay? 'Cause you don't tell the truth.

You don't tell your friends.

You tell your friends stuff like that, Ma.

- Well, hell, I ain't got no damn friends.

- That's why you ain't got no friends, I know.

- I ain't got no friends 'cause I slept with all their husbands.

- And you don't see a problem with that? Huh?

- All of them hoes are jealous of me.

- They ain't no--Okay, Ma-- - What do you want?

- I work here, what are you talking about?

This is my place, too. - Exactly.

You work here, but your black ass ain't doing

nothing in here. You ain't doing no work.

- What is there to be done, Ma? - Take out them old-ass

sandwiches and put them on the shelf.

- Why you got old sandwiches? - Money, nigga.

- Ma, a new shipment should've came--Move, Ma, move.

You gon' get us closed down. Move.

- Don't order no new shit!

- I am gonna order some new stuff,

this is call--we gon' be out of business

messing with you, why you got these old sandwiches in here?

- I don't stop serving 'em 'til they turn green.

- Mom, that's not what you do in a restaurant, okay?

I'm throwing this in the garbage.

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- Hello? - JOHN: Hey, bro.

Hey, have you heard from Bill?

- No, no, he's avoiding me too.

- Damn. - I'm going there after work.

- I'mma go now, I'mma go over there now, man.

- You think he's okay? - JOHN: Yeah, I hope so.

- Yeah, me too.

Call me to let me know that he is?

- Alright, I will. And Tom. - Yeah?

- JOHN: Hey, man, did you know Regina called the wedding off?

- Yeah, I heard, but, uh, Bill doesn't know yet.

- Well, I'mma tell him. - Hey, uh,

just be careful with that, okay?

- I know. - TOM: Alright.

- Alright, man, I'mma holla at you later.

- Alright, let me know what he says.

- Alright. Peace.

[sighs]

- ♪

- [knocking on door]

- Who is it? - JOHN: It's John.

- I'm good, man. - JOHN: Hey, Bill.

Open the door, man. - Mm-mm. Mm. I said I'm good.

- JOHN: Bill. For real, man, I'll break this door down.

Open it up, man. - Negro, you have a hard time

opening up a car door.

- JOHN: Bro. - [knocking]

- JOHN: Open this door. - Go away, J.

♪ Hey! Go away, J!

[humming] - [keys jangling]

- Number one hit, yeah, yeah, what?

Yo, what the hell?! - I gave you the option

to open the door, you don't wanna open the door,

so I opened it myself.

- Yo, leave my key on the counter and go, man.

- I ain't leaving nothing, man, why you been avoiding us

for these past two days, man?

- No, I haven't. - JOHN: You have.

Okay? What's going on, man? What's going on in this place?

- Uh, you know, I'm just...just going for a new look. [laughs]

- Oh, a messy as hell look? Is that the look you're doing?

Look at you.

- That's correct. - That's the look.

- That's the look, that's-- good, you good.

- Sloppy as shit, that's what you're going for?

- Something like that. - JOHN: Oh.

You know, I got something I need to tell you.

- Nothing, no, nothing left. - What you mean, "Nothing, no"?

- Nothing. - Hey!

I do--I need to tell you this. - I. Don't. Care.

Say it with me. ♪ I don't care

♪ I don't care

- You're really let--Okay. It's about Regina.

- Ah, don't--don't do that. - JOHN: No.

- ♪ I don't care - Would you stop singing?

'Cause you cannot. Please.

- ♪ I don't care, ooh - JOHN: Bill!

- ♪ Yeah, I don't care - JOHN: Bill!

- BILL: See, you gotta hit the high note.

You gotta put your hand up, otherwise--

- You're a vocal arranger now? You doing vocals?

- You know, I'm thinking of switching careers, obviously.

- JOHN: You need to do sum'in.

Messy-as-hell singer, that's what you gon' be, huh?

"I'm sloppy as hell. ♪ But I don't care "

'cause that's what your apartment look like.

Listen-- - BILL: [gargling]

- JOHN: No, real talk, Bill.

Listen, man, okay. I know you're out of it.

Listen, it's about Regina.

She didn't get married. - Hold on, wait. What?

- Regina did not get married.

- You--you--you're not playing with me, are you?

- I'm not playing with you, she did not get married.

- Okay. Uh... [groans]

Okay, so then, I need--I need to...call her.

- You do not need to call her, okay?

- BILL: Yeah, yeah. - No, you don't. No. Listen.

- I don't have a phone. - JOHN: Focus.

No, come back. Bill.

- I don't know where my phone is.

- Hey. You don't need to call her.

Hold on-- - Why? Why?

- JOHN: 'Cause you don't. - Why?

- 'Cause she ain't-- she ain't called you.

- Okay, well, shit, let's go to her house.

- What? - Yeah, let's go--

- No, we're not gonna-- She moved.

- Look, where did she move? - JOHN: Simple.

Bill, let me just say this: she doesn't wanna talk to you.

That's the truth, okay? She-- - BILL: No, you don't know her.

- JOHN: I do know her. - Okay, what? What, J?

Talk to--What do you know? - She's at the shop,

talking to my mom on her way to the airport.

- Wait, wait, wait, so your mama has her number.

- No.

- Nigga, you lying. - JOHN: I'm not lying.

- Yeah, you do, every time you do, you look to the left.

- I'm not lying, I am not looking to the left,

I'm looking to the right first. - Alright, well--Alright.

You know what I mean, you looked, you looked both ways.

- Okay, she don't got the number.

- You know what? We're going-- - BILL: No, we cannot.

- Let's go, let's get this number.

- No. My mama's not gonna give you the number, Bill.

You know she's not gonna give it to you.

- She will. - JOHN: She's not.

You're smoking if you think she's gonna give it to you.

- Exactly, man, I'mma fuck her 'til she does--

- Nigga you better not-- I'll woop your ass, man,

don't ever say that about my mama, Bill!

- Okay, I'mma bring her something to smoke.

- You ar--she still ain't gonna give you the number,

and don't be playing, man, about my mama, man,

I'll woop your ass, boy.

You think you drunk now, I'mma fuck you up, boy.

- Okay, okay. - Bill, I'm giving you a pass,

nigga, 'cause you're going through a lot of shit,

but you're really pushing it!

- Alright, let's go, okay? Okay? Okay, okay, let's go.

I bet you she will. - She's not gon' give it to you.

- Wooh! Wooh! Yes, she will, we'll see.

- You know, we shall see. - [exhaling]

- Hey, you're not going over there--

You're not going over there like this!

- Like what?

- Like that, smelling like shit and looking like that!

- Oh. - JOHN: What you mean, "Oh"?

Man, take your ass in there and take a bath!

- Nah, man, this is... this is my natural--

that's my natural fragrance, man, it drives women crazy.

- All except Regina.

- For real? You too, J? - JOHN: I'm sorry.

- BILL: Alright. - Was it too soon?

- Yeah, nigga. It's always too soon.

- It's not too soon to go and take a fucking shower,

go wash out, man! - Okay, okay, I hear you.

- JOHN: Alright. You smell like shit.

And it look like shit in here.

You--you better than this.

Can't have this nice-ass apartment looking like shit.

- BILL: Alright. - I wish I had this.

- You the real MVP, J. - I'm the what?

- You the real MVP.

- Man, take your drunk ass in there and go wash up.

And hurry up, man!

And don't be playing with yourself in there either, man,

I ain't got time for that shit, man!

Fucking nasty ass.

- BILL: That's what your mama's for.

- I'mma woop--alright, come on,

keep--keep fucking playing with me! Alright?

I'll fucking burn all this shit down and you won't have nobody.

Ain't no fucking water running! Hurry up!

- BILL: Alright! Alright!

- Your drunk ass.

- [whoosh]

- ♪

- ♪