When a Woman's Fed Up

I tell you the truth,

they just make a mess.

They need to learn how to clean up.

Yeah, I bet you Ray put all that stuff down here.

Foolish...

Mm-mm-mm. Ooh.

Lord, I'm tired.

Can't get no rest for the weary.

Why you in my house making all this noise?

Mama, why are you here?

Girl, I came here last night to try and get some sleep.

But I was up all night long

listening to moaning and groaning.

Whoo! Mm-mm-mm.

And all that noise was coming from him.

Well, if you was in your own house,

you wouldn't be hearing moaning and groaning in mine.

You know what?

I would love to be in my own house right about now.

But, Lee, Lord bless his soul.

Girl, your daddy was trying to repair the washing machine,

and now the entire first floor is flooded.

I can imagine.

Why is he always trying to repair stuff?

- He don't know what he doing. - Because after he retired,

he needed a hobby and wanted to do something,

so he decided he wanted to repair everything.

I mean, you know, I don't mind

because it gives him something to do

and it makes him feel good about himself.

Plus, it just keeps him out of my hair.

But it doesn't make sense.

He breaks everything he comes in contact with.

Ray, Ray, it don't have to make sense to you.

So why don't you go on and do what it is

that you do every day.

What I do every day is pay for this house

that I can't keep you out of.

I was thinking about getting a pit bull,

but I figured if I get one it'd be you biting on the dog.

You know what? As tired as I am, woof!

I just might bite you.

Mm-mm-mm.

Ooh, mercy.

Oh, thank you, baby.

Well, I hope you're gone when I get back.

Mwah.

Boy, I don't know where your mouth has been.

Best kiss you ever had.

Okay, sweetie. You leaving?

Yeah...

What's wrong with you, mama?

Your husband, that's what's wrong.

Here we go again.

Baby girl, I just...

I just don't trust him.

- Why don't you trust my husband? - You know why?

Because I only trust God, my husband,

and you, baby.

That's why.

Well, I love Ray.

And he loves me too.

Now, I didn't say nothing about he didn't love you.

That's not what I'm saying.

What I'm saying is, how do you know

he's not stepping out on you?

Don't say that, mama.

You and your intuit...

Who is that? Who could that be?

Oh, it just might be the delivery man,

and I'm telling you, girl, he would make a good husband.

I'm telling you, I bet he would.

Hey, Mr. Delivery Man.

Mm.

Oh, Lord, I'm so tired.

Hey, girl, what's happening up in this piece?

Are you asking me how I'm doing?

Sorry. How you doing?

How you doing?

Girl, I am... oh, Lord! Who is this?

I didn't know you had company. Who you be?

I be her mother.

Oh, Tarlyn, I didn't know you had a mother.

Hi, Tarlyn's mother.

This is my mama.

We all call her moma Jean. That's right. And who are you?

My name is Laticious, with a capital T.

Oh, are you a stripper or something?

Mama! She is not a stripper.

You're not a stripper, are you?

Uh-uh. I manage strippers now.

Mm-hmm. You know, there's another name for that too.

Now, don't take no of fence to this,

but your name sounds like somebody you see

dancing on a pole.

Well, I do like to get my dance on, moma Jean.

I say hey, hey, hey.

See?

Nice to meet you, moma Jean.

Now, it's nice to meet you too,

but I don't do all that fist-pumping stuff.

But I will shake your hand.

Aww.

It's nice to meet you.

Your mama is cool, Tarlyn.

Now... yeah, they say in the book of Paul

that there's three things that you should always have.

And that's faith, hope and love.

And without these three,

I am nothing.

Moma Jean, who is this Paul you're talking about?

I mean, I need me a good man, one I can call my own.

I know that much.

Hook a sister up. Wait a minute.

Uh-uh. You talking about Paul on 24th street?

No, no, not Paul from 24th street, girl.

She's talking about Paul, the apostle from Tarsus.

Tarsus. Tarsus.

Mm-mm, I don't know that street.

Oh, it must be in the 'burbs, huh?

'Cause y'all kind of bourge like that.

But that's okay. I like a bourge man.

You talk to Paul again,

you ask him if he's looking for a ghetto girl

with lots of curves.

- What? - Okay, I'll tell him.

What? Oh, you don't think I'm good enough?

Well, I do, and I need a good man.

And he sounds like he like God and stuff like that.

Listen, Lakresha, honey,

I...

Never mind.

Well, speaking of good men,

I don't see yours around here, Tarlyn.

Oh, see there?

Now you have just gone and spoiled the whole mood.

Anyway, he had a meeting this morning.

And I cannot wait for him to get home this afternoon,

because we are going to talk about

what we're going to do for our anniversary.

Why don't you take a trip.

A trip. That's a good idea, mama.

Where would we go?

To divorce court.

She said...

I should have known that was a setup.

See, she gets me.

Well, I got a doctor's appointment.

I got to go.

- You're not sick, are you? - No.

I'm just going for my annual checkup.

All right, fine. I will be here, minding my business

and keeping my mind straight on Him.

Yeah, right. When do you ever mind your business?

And keeping your mind straight on Him must mean

talking on that gossip line that you refer to as a prayer line.

Ooh, what's a gossip line?

I beg your pardon. It is not a gossip line.

We are standing in the gap.

Is it like a hookup line?

Tell it to somebody who don't know you, mama.

Ooh, hook me up with the gossip line.

I would love to stay here and chitchat with you guys

about hypocrites who say, "oh, thank you, Lord"

in one breath and, "Lord, girl, no he didn't" in another.

Mmm.

But I have a doctor's appointment.

Laticious, you can stay here with mama if you like.

Oh, yeah. I want to hear more about this gossip line.

- Mama. - What?

I'm leaving you with my friend.

I want you to try your best and act like a good example

of a Christian, okay?

All right.

I may not have much book smarts, but I got street smarts.

And with that being said, me and mama going to be okay.

You got that right. See?

Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

Girl, go on, take care of your business.

We going to be just fine. I got this.

- I love you, mama. - I love you too, baby.

Bye-bye.

I never had a mama.

Can you hold on a second, Lakresha, honey?

I'll be right back.

Okay.

You just make yourself comfortable, hear?

Make myself right on at home.

Is there a purpose for all that noise?

I just like the attention it gets me.

Well, baby girl, it can't be good,

because that noise is annoying.

All I know is when I'm smacking my gum,

someone's always giving me all of their attention.

Mm-hmm, but it can't be in a good way.

Listen, um, Lakresha, honey,

do you think that I'm being hypocritical

because I tell it like it is?

No, moma Jean. You just keeping it real.

Yes. That's it.