All language subtitles for South Side s03e04 South Suburbs.eng

[mellow music]

♪ ♪

- It's too quiet out here.

- I like it.
It's so peaceful.

- Girl, every gang
from the city

got a chapter out here.

Like look at this cute
little prefab.

That's a killer house.

- Okay, but it doesn't look
like it has gangs.

That's why I love
the South Suburbs.

- Mm-mm. Grass too high,
mosquitos too thirsty.

Stop, is that Shaka?
Shaka, where you goin'?

That's not the right house.
- Oh, hey, sis.

Come on. This the house.
- No, it's not.

- No, they--they dropped a pin.
- No, I been here before.

I remember all this--
the bushes

and the--
the swirly tree thing.

It's the right house.
- No, but it's right--

I'm telling you it's not the--
- No.

Girl, come on.
Let him be wrong.

- But...

- Mama? Sheldon?

I thought you said
they was gonna be here.

- They said to be here
at 3:00.

It is well after 3:00.

- Girl. Oh, man.

Left the damn water running?

Ooh.
- Oh, Lord.

- This the good dishwasher.

Sheldon mama
got that bread-inski.

- Um, you remember
your 13th birthday party

where you sprained your ankle

trying to outjump me
in double Dutch?

- Any excuse to bring up
that old bullshit, huh?

- Okay, yes,
but that's because

that was a bad birthday

and this gonna be
a great birthday,

'cause I got you something.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- What you get me?

- Red pop.

- Ashanti, I thought
you was getting the cake.

- Damn it.

They got
the same amount of sugar.

- Yo.
- Ashanti...

- The Thomases are so dope.

They offered me a pool table.
I don't have a truck.

I gotta pick it up.
I'm not gonna do that.

But, uh, I was able
to give them some ribs.

I got rid of some steaks.

They appreciate my meats.

- Oh, the people
in the wrong house.

- Yeah, they might have been
the wrong house,

but it was the right people.

What up, big head?

- Yeah, you smell
like porterhouse and pool, boy.

- The slaughterhouse grind
never quits.

What I'm supposed to do?
- Yeah, well, maybe you should.

- Look, it's full benefits,
pays the bills.

I have night terrors.

But until I find
something better,

I'ma make the best of it, okay?
- Okay.

- Hey,
what does a cow ghost say?

Moooo.

- Oh, now I'm sad.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sad too.

I had a no-kill cow today.

I did everything I could,

but she would not go down.

So what we had to do,

we had to take her
back to the beat room,

and beat her to death
with metal poles.

It's more humane that way.
- No, it's not.

- Than bricks? Okay, PETA.

- What did they do
to my brother?

- I don't know.
- Uh, Ashanti?

Where's the cake at?
- Right, yeah.

Where's the cake?

- We got red pop instead.
- We forgot the cake.

- Nice.
- Okay. But fuck that cake.

Now, what I really want
for my birthday

is for Mommy and Daddy
to be cordial, okay?

I don't want
no rah-rah tonight.

I need the three of us
to be on the same page.

Now, when you see them
going left,

I need you to steer
that conversation

back to positivity, okay?

- Yeah.
- Good?

All right. Perfect.
- Mm-hmm.

- Now, Turnstyles on three.

One, two, three.

both: Turnstyles.
- Turnstyles!

- You ain't even looking.
You were not even looking.

- You were not ready.
- I'm ready now. Do it again.

- No.
We have to be in the moment.

- ♪ I was born on
the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on
the South Side, South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stays together
like we in a line ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't no side
like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side,
South Side ♪

- Hey! And you're here!
Happy birthday.

- Hey, baby. Aw.

There's my birthday girl.

You invite your daddy?

- Oh, um...
- Yeah, she did, Mama.

- It's okay.
- Damn.

Look, I got enough meat
for everybody.

- Hey, I wanted to have
a good time today.

- Hey, hey, baby.

Everybody is welcome
at Mama's house now.

[chuckles]
- Yeah. It's gonna be good.

- Got that eucalyptus oil on.

- I smell it.
- Yeah, it's loud.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'd like to take this time

to, um, acknowledge my mama

for letting us use
her beautiful home

for this joyous, joyous moment.

Now, my mama's in Acapulco
with my daddy, Bruce.

And they are so looking forward

to meeting
all these wonderful folks

taking in this beautiful home.

Now, I'm the man
of the house...

- Congratulations.
- Until they get back.

- Oh.

- Uh, and I'm happy
that my kids are here too.

Blessed be.
- Hmm.

- [chuckles] Amen.

- I'm not his child.
I used to babysit him.

- A step too far. You know?

- You got brisket.
Is this pork?

Oh!

- ♪ They claim
it's your birthday ♪

- Daddy!

- ♪ Well,
here your daddy come ♪

- Go ahead.
Uh-huh.

- ♪ I ain't been so happy ♪

♪ Since they pulled you
headfirst ♪

♪ Out of your mom ♪

[laughter]

- Sing it, Daddy.

- Oh, yeah,
that was quite a day.

Well, well, well.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Yvonne.

I'm surprised you here.

I mean, didn't ol' Sheldon

convert you over to one of them
Jehovah's Witnesses?

Don't y'all hate birthdays
and fun?

- I didn't say
we was Jehovah's Witnesses.

I said I witnessed Hova.

- Jay-Z concert.
Honeymoon package.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's a lot of information.

Thank you for that.
I'm gonna step

into your kitchen,
if you don't mind.

- Uh...

- Yeah, thank you very much.
- Oh, Daddy, no.

- Big Z...
- Yeah.

- Where your
little girlfriend at?

The one with the split ears
and the tattoos.

- Oh, she out there in the car.

- [chuckles]

Well, hold--don't you want
to bring her in?

- No, she got a tablet.
- Oh, damn.

- I used to babysit her too.
- [chuckles]

- You better hurry up
and sit down

'cause we know you ain't got
no cartilage left in that knee.

And we ain't got no extra oil

to squirt on them legs,
Tin Man.

- Oh, ho, ho, now I know
you ain't talkin'

with that scarecrow-ass hair
of yours.

[chuckles]
- Okay.

Mama and Daddy,
can y'all please be civil

for Xenobia's birthday?

- We know how this always goes.

It starts off nice
and civil and sweet.

And it's a little funny. It is.

But then you get hurtful.

And then y'all go
for the jugular.

- It's okay.
- Shaka. Hold him, hold him.

- Somebody hold him.
- Y'all cut deep.

Y'all draw blood.

And I'm-I'm not trying
to see more blood today.

- It's okay.
- I done had a rough day

and me and Xenobia need
some love today.

- I know you serious

when you start talking
about neck veins.

Look here,

do you really want us
to behave?

- That would be nice. Yes.

- Babe.
- [sighs]

- Anything
for our little baby Xe.

♪ ♪

[indistinct rap music]

- Ooh-hoo-hoo!
[engine revs]

- Man, look at this.

Do you ever get the feeling
you're in the wrong place?

- Yeah.
We're in the boonies, baby.

But a financial titan

from the Chicago Ideas Festival
lives here

and he invited me to his house.

- Door's open.
- Yeah, they expecting us.

I told you he was--
oh, my God, look at that clock.

- Wow.
- Yeah, I only seen that

in the "Forbes" magazine
once before.

- Sure you know this dude?
- This is real money.

Hey, Ralph, Ralph. Ralph!

- Connor, you know
better than most

that I despise resorting
to foul language,

especially when the markets
are closed.

You have to keep
your fucking cool.

That is, after all,
the mark of a gentleman.

No!

You did this
at the golf course,

you did this at the yacht--
[chuckles]

No, no, no.

Martha's Vineyard's
off the table.

- He's a hell of a guy.

- Connor.

Connor, I'm not done
talking to you.

I don't care
how many drinks you've had.

Connor?

Lucien?

Put Connor back on the phone.

- Connor's telling me
to hang up now.

Goodbye.

- Fuck!

Oh, I'm sorry, Sheriff.

It's not your fault.

You're a good boy.

Don't you ever forget that...

in doggy heaven.

[eerie music]

- [mouths word]

- Who the fuck are you two?

- Good question.
I'm Simon James.

Ralph, you and I met
at the Chicago Ideas Festival,

and you mentioned if I was
ever in the South Suburbs

to hit you up.
Well, guess what, buddy?

I'm here.
- And I'm K. Science guy.

- I sat front and center
for your talk.

You know,
"Hittin' It From the Back:

Yield Curve Inversions
Explained."

- I remember you from the Q&A.

You're the only one that wasn't
a total fucking idiot.

- [gasps]

- That's the nicest thing
he's ever said.

- Shouldn't we be worried
about Con right now?

And we don't even know
these guys.

They shouldn't be here.
- Connor's fine.

He's-he's just
blowing off steam

having a few drinks.
He'll be back.

Fixed income markets
are the deepest

and most liquid capital markets
in the world.

Are you telling me
they got it all wrong?

- They're all wrong.

Anybody holding U.S. debt
is toast.

- I like you.

You don't remind me
of anyone I've ever met.

- You promised no more
financial talk after 7:00 p.m.

- [sighs heavily]
- Uh-oh.

- Allow me to introduce you
to my family.

- Would you like a Manhattan?

both: Yes, please.

- Connor makes
the best Manhattans.

- Well, he did live there
for six years.

[all chuckling]

- What the fuck
are you laughing at?

- Huh.
- This is Lydia, my daughter.

Quiet, always has a drink
in her hand.

Her husband, Steph,

aggressive, fratty.

And this is my wife, Maggie.

She is devastated, of course.

Connor, who I assume
you saw speeding away

in his Maserati called her
a bitch on her birthday.

- Wow.
- This is our dear aunt

Patricia Van Claven...
- [giggles]

- Ford Rockefeller.
Twice divorced.

- And thrice widowed. Ah!

- And this strapping lad
over here

is Bear--Bear Guberman.

Look at his neck.

Look at that fucking neck.
- Gentlemen.

- And of course you guys know
Reggie Columbus.

- I went to Swarthmore
with Lydia.

- Fuck is that?

- And then there's me, Ralph.

Patriarch, bond-trader,

and self-diagnosed fun-a-holic.
- My man.

- Daddy, now that we've all
been acquainted,

I think we should focus
on salvaging Maggie's birthday.

- Too late.

This is the worst birthday
I have ever had.

- Now, now, now.
It's not as bad as last year.

- What happened last year?
- It was the worst.

She wanted her favorite artist,
Billie Eilish.

He never showed up.

Meanwhile, some emotional
young girl shows up

with green hair.

I say, "You must get off
these grounds at once,"

Sheriff attacks,
her security intervenes.

[sighs]
Now we're all caught up.

- Wow.
- Poor Sheriff.

- Can we play Said the Spider?
- Ooh!

- It's the only thing
that'll cheer me up.

- Yes, yes! Ooh!

[indistinct chatter]

- Family duties.

Enjoy the drinks.

Keep the glasses.
You've touched them.

- Hey, hey.
Do we know Reggie Columbus?

- Wait, wait!
Can we play?

- That's a fantastic idea.
We'll show you the rules.

- Lovely.

[utensils clinking]

- Big Z?
- Yes, yes, darling?

- Can you please pass me
the carrots?

- Of course. No problem.
No problem at all.

- Thank you.
- And you know what they say.

- What?
- Carrots are good for you.

- Is that right?
- That is correct.

- Is that a hole
under your armpit?

- Oh, I do, now, huh?

- I'm not criticizing.
I'm just pointing it out.

- And I do appreciate
you pointing that out.

And on top of that,

I'm gonna do
something about it.

- Good for you.
- Okay, okay.

That's it. That's enough.
Goddamn.

Look, I get it, okay?

Everyone's trying really hard
to be nice,

but it's fake.

Let's just be
who the fuck we are.

How about that?
- Great.

- Okay, great. Yes.
- Okay.

- Wonderful.
- 'Cause that was hard.

I'll do anything for you, but--
- I didn't--I didn't like it.

I thought I was gonna love it.
I didn't like it.

- It felt fake to me.
- Perfect.

- Lookin' at that big-ass hole
in your shirt.

And you got baking soda
hanging off your hairs.

- I thought you didn't see it.

- Feta cheese.
[laughter]

- All right, a least I got
something under my arm,

Ms. Funky Woman.

- Ooh!
- The funk queen. Right?

I--I saw two skunks
walkin' up the sidewalk going,

"Where my grandma at?
Where my grandma at?"

- Hell nah.
- That's on you.

That's on you.

- Yeah, you know that--
- Can you smell that?

- This birthday
is better already.

- No. [chuckles]

Remember on your tenth birthday

when mama got
into a car accident

on the way to Chuck E. Cheese?
- Yes.

- That ain't exactly true.
That's not exactly true.

It wasn't Chuck E. Cheese.
That was ShowBiz Pizza.

- That's right.
-You remember that?

Back when they used to have
that bar in there

for the adults to drink.
- Yep.

- Remember when you got stuck
in the ball pit...

- Yeah.
- And I was five beers in

and I couldn't help you
get out?

- You didn't try.
You didn't try.

- I didn't try,
but I would have tried

had I not been drunk, yeah.

And by the way,
your mama never could drive.

She had to tickle
the DMV guy's balls

just to get
her driver's license.

- Ooh.
- [chuckles]

- If you smell
the palm of her hand

when she start sweatin'...
[sniffs]

Still smell like balls
to this very day.

To this very day.

Watch the next time
her palm sweatin'

in the middle of the night.
[sniffs]

Balls.
[chuckling]

[sniffs]
Government man balls.

Federal employee balls
at the DMV.

- Damn.
[laughter]

- All the balls.

- You seem really, really
familiar

with the different balls
in the world.

But that's beside the point...
all: Ooh!

- I'm about to make right now.

- I will say,
you got me on that one.

[laughter]

Congratulations.
You got me.

- Came for the jugular.

- Let's--let's--let's turn
our attention

on the man of the house.
- Get him, Daddy.

- Shel--Shel--now, how come

you mama and daddy ain't
take you to Acapulco, huh?

I mean, sound to me
like you didn't get the invite.

- Ooh.
[laughter]

- I mean, and then
they named him Sheldon,

so you know they like to clown.

- Listen, I would join in,

if I knew
some of the family secrets.

- Mm, you will tonight.

- I'm comin' for you,
big fella.

I'm comin' for you.
- Mm.

- I'm gonna go get those rolls.
- All right, then.

- [belches]
- We'll allow that.

- Ugh. Goddamn.
- Ooh. Dad.

- Daddy, your burps still smell

like that part of the E-way
that smell like shit.

[laughter]
- Come on, girl, stop it.

- You used to burp
in your sleep

and the smell was so strong

it would creep down the hallway
and wake me up.

- Okay.
- I remember that.

I remember that.

- That was then, this is now.

That was all because
of my carnivore diet.

But now my body
done adjusted, okay?

I hit a homeostasis.
- Uh-huh.

- I don't belch in my sleep
no more.

- Right. Okay, yeah.
- Yes, you do.

- Mama, no.

- Oh.

- Yvonne...

- Y'all doin' it?

Ugh. How could y'all?

- Y'all doing it?
- Shit, I can't believe y'all.

- Dad! You believe that?

- Mama.
- You slut-shamin' me?

Come on.
- How did this even start?

How does it even start?
Seriously?

And why you tell
big-mouth-ass Ashanti?

- Don't be mad at me
'cause she ain't tell you.

- Goddamn.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It ain't that big a deal,
baby girl.

- Yes, it is.
- It is not.

Now, hand this to your mama.

You left it at my house.

- What is this?
- Give me.

- It's her diaphragm.

- Aw, I touched it.
Goddamn, my fingers.

Shit.
- It's in a plastic bag.

- You are unclean.
- It's nasty.

- Shh.
- It's in a plastic bag.

- Can we just keep it down?

Sheldon is in the other room.

- Are you getting
back together?

Are we gonna live
in a two-parent household?

Do we get a second chance?

I feel like we get
a second chance.

And look,
this calls for more meat.

- Shaka, they just fucking.

They're not together.
Grow up. God damn it.

- Can we just change
the subject, please?

- Yeah, let's change
the subject.

- [gasps]
- Let's change the subject.

- What?

- What? You choking?
You okay?

- Oh, shit.
[gasps]

- Mm-mm.

- Oh, okay.
- Okay.

- Oh.
- Just be normal.

- Recording us
without our permission.

- Just be easy.

- Just, you heard--you heard
what your sister said.

Be normal.
- All right, everybody be...

[chuckles]
Be cool.

- Nice work--right? Right?
- Hey.

- Uh-huh, right?
- Ohh, lovin' it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Right?

- Yeah, this is good.
Whoo, lovin' this birthday.

- Bill Laimbeer.
[laughter]

- He got you.

- These are some good rolls.
- Delicious.

- These are good rolls.
These are good rolls.

- Yeah.
- But...

y'all want to know
where I've had

the best rolls in my life?

- Go ahead.
- Of course we do.

- Yeah.
- Tell us.

- Santa Fe, New Mexico.

- Oh, really?
- No!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Hmm.

- Uh, and a lot of people
don't know

that it is 8,000 feet
above the ground.

Oh, yeah.
- Sea level.

You mean it's 8,000 feet
about sea level?

- I ain't go to the ocean.

- Okay.
- Oh.

- All right, player, I got you.

- Uh-huh, right?
You don't want that.

- Soggy rolls.
- Mm-hmm.

[phone buzzes]
- That's for sure.

- Oh! Oh, oh.
Time for the birthday call.

- Oh.
- Okay.

- Mama. Mama!

- Baby, I need to talk to you
right now.

- I--I--I can't hear you.
It's--it's too loud, Ma.

Mom, it's too loud.

Just text me, Ma.
Just text me.

- Mm.
- [clears throat]

- She's, uh...
[chuckles]

It's all-inclusive
where they at

so it's like a fiesta--
three fiestas a night,

four fiestas a night, you know?

So she ain't gonna pass
that up, so--

- And if she don't call,
that's okay too.

- No, she gonna call.
- I know she--

- She gonna call. Man.
- I know, you know.

- I wouldn't,
having a good time like that.

- We should all take our phones
to another room

and just shut them
in that room.

- Turn 'em off.
- No-phone dinner.

- A no phone zone, right?
- Yeah.

- Right.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Y'all gotta come--
[notification chimes]

You got--y'all gotta come
together, that's all.

We a family, baby.
- Yep.

- We a family.
- Yes.

- Family. Hey.
- Yes, sir.

- Yeah, that's family
right there.

- It is--
it is hot in here.

- Yeah.

Uh-oh.

- It's an ancient game
we've played for generations.

Actually, it's just an excuse
to keep drinking,

but what isn't?

And now it's time
to choose your prey.

[all chanting]
Choose your prey!

Choose your prey!

Choose your prey.

Choose your prey.
- Girl.

- I choose Reggie.
Reggie is my prey.

Reggie, now he must somehow
guess who from what we say.

- Okay, all right.
- [squeals]

- Now, wrap him up.

- Wrap me up!
- Wrap him up!

- Wrap me up!
- Wrap him up!

- Damn,
they got Reggie Columbus.

- I think they got him
a long time ago, brah.

- Wrap him up!
Wrap him up!

- [squealing]
- Patricia.

- Wrong!

Venom shot!
- Aww. Okay.

- Feel the sting.

all: Feel the sting!
Feel the sting!

- [grimaces]
all: Feel the sting!

- [laughs]

- What's in that venom?

- Absinthe, sweet cream,
and a splash of Capri Sun.

Connor created it.

- [mouths words]

- Ooh.
- Shh.

- [chuckles]

- Bitch ass nigga.

- Lydia?
- Oh!

- Feel the sting!

all: Feel the sting!
Feel the sting!

Feel the sting!
- Aah!

[dreamy music]

♪ ♪

- You know, it's nice
to live this way

even if it's just
for one night.

- You would trade your life
for this one?

All this dysfunction?
- Are you serious?

My life is filled
with a bunch of shit

I never want to do.

This man does whatever he wants
whenever he wants.

And he answers to no one.

♪ ♪

- Something just tripped
a sensor in sector seven.

- Connor.

[acoustic guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Step outside, motherfucker.
Step outside.

Step outside, motherfucker.

Oh, did you know? Did you know?

Why, Waterwalls?
[camera shutter clicking]

Why, Waterwalls?

Why? Huh?
- Excuse me?

Sir?
- Why?

- Sir.
- You want to fight?

You want to fight, huh?
- Excuse me, sir.

- Come on. Come on, now.

I'm selling these cookies
for my daughter.

Can I interest you in any?

- Who's selling cookies
at night?

What flavors you got?

- Be right back.
[camera shutter clicking]

- Come on out here, man.

♪ 'Cause I've been
working out ♪

♪ I've been working out ♪

- Whoo.
- ♪ I've been working out ♪

- Okay, so what y'all gonna do

about this, because right now

it's getting very
"Steve Wilkos Show."

- All right. All right.

One of y'all kids get over here

and lace up my shoes.
[grunts]

I'm going out there to give
that fool what he wants.

- Daddy, you are too old
to be out there tusslin'.

Please, sit down.

And you wearing loafers.

- I can do better.
- Oh. Oh, yeah.

Huh.

- This is so embarrassing.

- Yes. Yes,
this is embarrassing, okay?

You got us up
in this man's mom's house

knowing you in a whole
complicated situation.

[scoffs]
I just don't get y'all.

- You wouldn't understand.
Nobody ever married you.

I was faithful, okay?

My eyes might've wandered
from time to time,

but I never tipped off.

- Really?
- Really.

- What about that time
you went to Indianapolis

and then came back
smelling like a man's cologne?

- I use Irish Spring.

- Oh, well, that's right. Damn.

My bad. Now I feel stupid.

- For months,
I just wanted to be bad.

Plus, you know me
and your daddy

got some unresolved issues.

- Well, shit.
We resolved them now.

Twice.

- Happy birthday!

Or is it? Because...

- There's been a murder.
- [laughs]

- Ooh, and I brought
the nine player version.

- About to have some fizz-none.

Also, there's a guy out front
scream-crying

and eating
knockoff Girl Scout cookies.

- Mm, I thought they were
Thin Mints,

but he said they were
Thick Mints.

- Go figure.
Hi, you must be Shananti.

- Uh-uh.
- [scoffs]

Let me go talk to this man.

- Hey, hey. How you doing?
- Excuse me.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Excuse me.
Let me...

- Okay, that's...
- Nice to meet you.

- Connor.

Connor.

- Question.
Why do you have a gun?

- 'Cause we're outside.
- Guns aside,

whoever comes upon Connor,
be firm and ask for an apology.

Don't take any guff.

There's no excuse for
calling his mother a bitch.

- It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have opened
his yogurt for him.

I know he hates that.

- Wait. How old is Connor?
- He's 13.

- Thir-fucking-teen?
- But he's got my blood in him,

so he's a bit of a beast,
if you know what I mean.

- He wanted a snack,
I was rushing,

I grabbed the yogurt,
and muscle memory kicked in,

and like a total bitch,
I opened the yogurt.

- You are a bitch.

- You two, that way.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I'm trying to calm
this situation down.

I accidentally made love
to your woman.

- [groans]
- Wow.

- It could happen.

- Damn, they are
really fighting.

Dad--Daddy.

Damn, I'm sorry, Nobi.

Daddy.

- I understand the man's anger.
Infidelity is a big tomato.

- Absolutely.
I would never cheat.

- Good.

- In fact, the closest
I ever came was,

uh, at a music teacher's
conference.

- Uh, point of order:
you said that Hamburg was,

"Super boring,
nothing happened."

- Yeah, it was.
Nothing happened, you know?

I met this librettist
from Barcelona.

- [gasps] Ooh.

- Uh, Antonio...
[chuckles]

He got all my jokes.
Even, he wrote me a poem.

- Which you immediately
destroyed.

- So romantic.

- [smacks lips]
What's going on outside?

- I appreciate that, but--

- Kitty, you...

Kitty, it's a lot of silence
right now in the house,

and I'm gonna fill that
with this question.

Kittandra Saloan,
when was the last time

you read that poem?
- [scoffs]

I don't need to read it.
- Good.

- Because I know it by corazón.

- I'd love to hear some.

- I don't think
you should even know it.

- [speaks Spanish]

- So you do know it.

Kitty, do you know--hmm.

- Why are you so mad?
I didn't do anything?

- Because knowing that poem
is basically cheating.

Imagine if the shoe
was on the other foot.

I mean, you get mad
when I know Rihanna lyrics.

- You know
"Bitch Better Have My Money."

That's not romantic at all.
- I know.

- It's a revenge song.
- Kitty, knowing that...

[humming]
- Don't. Don't.

When you do scales, I worry.

- ♪ And then the water
was cool ♪

Okay, my love, I think knowing
that poem is a little--

like a--like 12-18% cheating.

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- It is not okay.

- It's the furthest thing
from...

- Do you hear the vehemence
in your voice?

The denial?
You basically let the man

E.E. Cummings
all over your brain.

- Oh, my God.

I never let
his "Emily dick in, son."

- I'm not gonna go pun for pun
with you right now.

- 'Cause you'd lose.

- I don't care.
I don't care.

- Baby, he's gone.

- I don't care.
Look, look, look.

I'm gonna be cool for the kids,
but I want answers.

- We all want answers.
- Mom!

- Hey, man, uh, it's
a bunch of bald-headed dudes

with beards coming
through the back door.

Just kind of randomly sized.

- ♪ Love, love, love, love ♪
- No, fellas, fellas, fellas.

Fellas, fellas, hold up.
- Happy birthday.

- Fellas, hold up.

This was set up before
all of this--Bustdown Boys.

You know the guys.
It was for you.

- It's fine. Thank you.

- Keep going, guys.

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ Love, love, love, love ♪

- I'm gonna go to my room.

- It's your special day.

Did you have
cake and ice cream?

- ♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To the one I love ♪

- Or was it ice cream and cake?

- ♪ Happy birthday
to the one I love ♪

- Did you blow out
all the candles?

- I think he's snapping
on the one and the three.

Who--did--can Black people--

- I didn't know we could.

- I don't know
if that's the right pitch.

- It's two and four.
[coughs]

- This is getting real weird
and I'm stressing.

It's all--I'm going next door.

Happy birthday, Nobi.

- Did you blow out
all the candles?

- ♪ Happy birthday to the one ♪

- Our parents couldn't stand
each other

when they were married

and now they're divorced
and humping?

- Mm-hmm.
- [sighs] I just don't get it.

- Me neither.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪

- So what you want to do?
- Until next year.

- ♪ Happy birthday
to the one I love ♪

- You might be replaced.

- I know I'm gonna be
singing this for a week.

- Oh, that's the worst part.
This is forever.

- It's in my head.
- Never leaving.

♪ ♪

- Lucien.

- He was expecting you.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Connor.

You want some
candy corn pumpkins?

They're still squishy.

You know, you really upset
your mom,

and it sure would mean
a lot to her

if you came back to the party.

- "Mom"? You mean Maggie,
the cuntiest cunt

who ever cunted her way
to Cunt Town, population: cunt,

just over the Cunt River
and through the Cunt Woods?

- Listen to me, okay?

You got to stop saying cunt,
man.

No, stop it.
No, wait.

Not another blade of grass.
I'm serious.

Not one more--
not one more blade.

Okay, that's the last blade.

Hey, I'm not fucking around
here, Connor.

That's it.

- K, I think we're
in the wrong place, man.

- Fucking South Suburbs.
- Not one more blade.

- Lucien, you think
we can get a ride home?

- I don't know you.
- Copy that.

- No, wait. Stop.
No. Stop, stop. No.

Not another blade of grass.
That's it. That's it.

All right, that's the last one.
That is the last one.

♪ ♪

- See? See? Titty in the rope.
- That was even...

- Titty in the rope.
Titty in the rope.

All right.
There you go, there you go.

Yeah, that was--
- You know what? Hold on.

- I done said that was--
- Got her.

- ♪ Or you couldn't miss ♪
- Okay.

Slow down. Not my speed.

- Come on, Grandma.
- Shut up.

Okay, now, speed up.

- Mambo, mambo, mambo.

- Oh, you quiet now.
You quiet not.

You quiet. Speed up. Speed up.

I'm older than you,
but I'm better than you.

- Never, okay.
- Okay, but who jumpin'?

Who jumpin'?
Who jumpin'? Who jumpin'?

[D'zaire's "Chicagoan"]

- ♪ This my two
honey bun mystic flow ♪

♪ One dollar white tee
at corner store ♪

♪ Swishers across from
the four for four ♪

♪ Blisters from rockin'
the court ♪

♪ To the point
where the floor was sore ♪

♪ 40-foot fortresses
door to door ♪

♪ One prolly Benny the bulls ♪

♪ I been through
plenty of bull ♪

♪ Your city definitely envy
my city for sure ♪

♪ Rawness and grit
at the core ♪

♪ So of course I would wanna
do my dance at the Dan Ryan ♪

♪ Meet me midway
I ain't damn flyin' ♪

♪ I come from a place
where niggas ♪

♪ In some plane everyday ♪

♪ Like they ass
was a damn pilot ♪

♪ One the ave 2:00 a.m.
and they been wylin ♪

♪ Chi gave me the drip
ain't no say about it ♪

♪ This my two
honey bun mystic flow ♪

♪ One dollar white tee
at corner store ♪

♪ Swishers across from
the four for four ♪

♪ Blisters from rockin'
the court ♪

♪ To the point
where the floor was sore ♪

♪ 40-foot fortresses
door to door ♪

♪ One prolly Benny the bulls ♪

♪ I been through
plenty of bull ♪

♪ Your city definitely envy
my city for sure ♪

♪ Rawness and grit
at the core, so of course ♪

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