Twenties

- A loft in Los Angeles... in Silver Lake, to be exact...

a neighborhood that has recently been bougie-afied.

The walls of this loft have watched two people

enjoying each other's bodies and company all morning.

One is in her 20s and a lesbian.

This is Hattie.

The other, Lorraine, is not in her 20s or a lesbian.

But their orientations are not important.

What is important is why we are here.

We are in Lorraine's overpriced loft,

because Hattie has found a new and creative way

to screw up her life.

Hattie.

More about Hattie later.

All about Hattie, in fact.

What you got going on today?

- I'ma try to get some writing done.

- Take "try to" out of the sentence.

You right.

- Yo, are you sure you can't come to Center Sphere with us?

- There is nothing I'd rather not do.

I hate that hipster shit.

- Well, can you at least give me a ride home then?

- You've got to wait for me to finish my lotion regimen.

- Can't you make an exception and slap on

some Jergens instead?

No, I cannot.

Hey, man, can you hurry up?

Be ashy, shit.

I like ash. You know what I'm saying?

It adds character

really and truly... you know what I'm saying?

Like you've been through some things,

look like you done experienced life.

You don't need a "regiment."

Two pumps, that's all you need, for real.

- What the... That's my shit.

What the hell?

- Were you late with your rent again?

Yeah, but I'm always late.

I was gonna pay it tomorrow.

- You can't just pay your rent whenever you feel like it.

- Yeah, can you not come at me right now?

Man, yo.

You got to be a heartless bitch

to throw a vintage "Waiting to Exhale" T-shirt on the street.

I got this in Tokyo.

Well, don't worry.

'Cause something great always happens

after you hit rock bottom.

So this is rock bottom?

I would hope so.

Do you need me to drop you off someplace?

- No, I just want to sit here and be alone with my thoughts.

Okay.

- Hey, you think I could stay at your crib for a while?

Moving in is what couples do.

And we're just having fun.

Now I've hit rock bottom.

- Listen, I will call you later.

- Hey, Ma. How you doing?

I've been better.

Your aunt tried to come for me yesterday.

What?

- Came to my house talking crazy.

- Yeah, that's why I stopped talking to her a long time ago.

- Well, trust me. I'm about to follow suit.

Oh, and your cousin got shot in his good leg last week.

Which cousin?

The Muslim one.

Ma, he ain't Muslim.

He just don't eat pork.

- Well, whatever he is, somebody shot him.

And his mother want me to come to the hospital to see him,

but I don't know him like that.

Yeah, I know.

How are you?

I'm fine.

- You still messing with that straight bitch?

Lorraine's not straight.

Well, what is she, bisexual?

- She doesn't believe in labels.

- Oh, so she like that Janelle Monáe girl?

- Yeah, Ma. Just like that.

All right, Ma, the girls just pulled up.

I got to go.

Love you. Bye.

This is what you get.

Really, Marie?

- Are you okay? - Thank you, Nia.

I'm fine.

- Where's your little girlfriend?

- Don't put "little" in front of it.

Why didn't she stay with you?

'Cause she had to go to work.

- You could have been raped or killed.

In Toluca Lake?

And who gonna rape me, honey, a dentist?

- This is crazy. - No.

This is what happens when you don't pay your rent on time.

Oh, my God.

This is the first ottoman I reupholstered for you.

Now it's ruined. - Yo, who are you calling?

- Chuck, so he can come help us pack up your shit.

- We ain't packing up shit, okay?

We are going to Center Sphere.

I am ready to get my life from "All About Eve."

You just got evicted,

and you're trying to go sit on the grass and watch a movie?

Yes, bitch.

- Why did Lorraine have to rush to work?

Doesn't she work for herself?

- She works for a lot of people, actually.

She runs people's websites and shit.

She can't just not show up because I got put out.

- How hard is it to make a website?

And who even has websites anymore?

Marie, be nice.

- I just want you to stop dating these basic bitches

that treat you like a pit stop

on the way to dating some wack-ass dude

with a wave cap and ashy ankles.

Sexuality is fluid.

- Yeah, but if she don't want to end up with you,

what is the point?

- It's okay. It's about preferences.

You go through seasons. You, like...

- But you always dating people in a straight season.

Why don't you just date another gay girl?

- Are you guys just gonna act like you don't see

this engagement ring on my finger?

Who proposed to you?

- I did. - Oh, Lord.

- I bought it as an early birthday present for myself.

Wait.

Is this like that black chick in Atlanta

that married herself?

No.

It's a promise ring, fool.

And what you promising?

- To remain a virgin until I find the one.

But you're not a virgin.

- Aren't I, though? - No, you aren't.

- Yeah, you told us you lost your virginity

to some light-skinned dude named Chauncey...

- Chauncey. - When you was in high school.

- But my hymen wasn't compromised.

It still counts.

- Then I promise to remain celibate

until I find a love like my favorite couple.

- Oh, the one on the secret vision board?

- Yep. - I still don't understand why

we can't see it.

- Because a vision board is like a birthday wish.

If I show it to you, my visions won't come true.

- Well, just tell us who the couple is.

No.

- Dwayne and Willie. -

Halle Berry and Sam Jackson in "Jungle Fever."

Hell no.

Look, I have a man...

both: We know.

- And I didn't have to use a vision board to get him.