Uncorked

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["I'll Never Color You A Rainbow" by Philly Devotions plays softly]

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It's another one.

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- - Order 16!

I got three rib tip sandwiches with slaw.

Them collards done?

Almost. They weren't cleaned good.

Throw on some hickory while you're out there. Damn, he's sweaty.

- Harold? - Yeah?

You unpack them beef ribs?

Yeah, they're done.

You sure? The last thing I need is them fools from the mosque

thinking I been sabotaging their movement with some pulled pork.

Where's Elijah?

And then I caught the nigga at Tops with another bitch.

He cheated on me, like, eight times.

Why I still mess with him?

'Cause you're stupid.

- I am. -

But that D...

- was savage though. - Mm-mm. Girl, no.

That's why your ass needs some drink.

Hey... Yeah, you right.

- I'm kidding, girl. - You okay?

Yep, I...

Excuse me. Where's your white wine?

Uh, one aisle over.

What... You looking for something specific?

A... A good one?

Don't laugh. I don't be knowing this. What?

Okay, okay.

Um... Here, follow me.

- - Okay, uh...

Wait, so...

you like hip-hop?

Yeah.

Okay. So...

First, we've got Chardonnay.

Now, Chardonnay

is like the granddaddy of wine.

It's... It's versatile, smooth and can kind of go with anything.

You know, it's like...

It's like the Jay-Z of wine.

- Okay. - Okay?

- - Okay, so next we've got the Pinot Grigio.

Uh, Pinot Grigio

is a white wine, but with a little bit of spice to it.

It's like, "Oh, you thought I was just a white wine? I'm about to get stupid."

- - It's... It's like a Kanye West.

So Pinot Grigio's gonna say slavery was a choice?

It wasn't?

- - And then, over here, uh...

we've got the Rieslings.

Now, Rieslings are crisp, clean, usually kind of sweet.

So it's like the Drake of wine?

Yeah, Rieslings be in their feelings.

Okay.

That was good. I've got to give it up.

- You're about to give up something. - Bitch.

I'll take a bottle of the Drake.

Okay, uh...

Well, uh, Thomas can ring you up.

Okay.

I fucks with Drake.

- Oh, shit! -

TNT on the beat.

Frank, how long on them ribs, man?

Ready to prep them greens?

They'll be done in about five minutes.

I'm gonna get 'em in the pot.

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You need a wake-up call?

- You need me to buy you a rooster? - I got my work schedules mixed up.

How you know my ribs are done? You just got here.

- Really? - What do you mean, "Really?"

If you cut them too soon, I lose money.

If I lose money, I can't take your mama to Vegas to see the Blue Man Group.

You want to be the one to tell her she can't go see those three fools?

I sure don't.

Dad, you've been teaching me since I was two. I know when it's done.

Y'all better not be back here arguing.

We've got the lunch rush, and I ran out of Sock It To Me cake.

A baby threw up in the bathroom,

and somebody's trying to pay with food stamps.

- I can't take no more drama. - Elijah's not cutting the meat right.

- He don't want you to go to Vegas. - That's not true.

Better not be. These my ribs?

Yeah, they're your ribs.

How's everything tasting over here?

Okay, ladies. Sorry about the wait.

How are your grand mama's feet doing? They still swollen?

You tell her I'm praying for her.

Ooh! Girl, I know them ain't lemons on your nails.

- Yep. - Let me see.

- Ooh... - Going to the Beyoncé concert tonight.

- Okay. - Okay...

- Yeah. - Hey...

Ooh, shit!

Mm. Girl!

- Hey, Mama. -

Hi, my babies!

Come on.

Sorry I'm late to pick up lunch for the kids,

but I had to take them to get shots,

but I wasn't sure if I should do it

'cause of the whole autism thing.

But then I decided to do it,

and in the car, Kevin starts counting the McDonald's on the way here.

All the McDonald's. There are 15.

Look, Kevin is fine.