Original subtitles

- I'm sorry that I asked for the divorce.

I wanted more, and I didn't realize

that it was right in front of me.

- CALVIN: Well, we're through.

- Bam! - You know Curtis cheats.

- So I win. - We be watching him.

- No, you don't. - Dropping cards

on the floor and whatnot.

- We all saw you. - Right.

- I said a lot of things to Laura that I shouldn't have.

- You just gotta deal with it. - MIRANDA: He won't talk to me.

- You a hater. - You're a cheater.

- Get your son. - He's telling the truth.

- ELLA: You're a grown woman. He's a grown man.

Go talk to him, and tell him how you really feel.

- I--um...

- Aw, look at the little-- - [knocking at door]

- Who is it?! - MIRANDA: It's Miranda!

- Oh, Lord! Where you going? Baby?

- What? - Don't open the door.

- Curtis. - Baby, you really gonna

let her in here? - Yes.

- Ella, this is our time, okay?

- Cur-- - We watchin' the movie.

And you gon' love it. - You know what?

You know what, Curtis? Coming! Curtis, you know what? Baby--

- What? Ella! - You are really getting bad.

- Getting? - Yes.

You've always been grouchy. Now, that, you've always been.

- Ella-- - But something is going on

with you, baby, it really is.

- Ain't nothing going on with me, I am not grouchy.

I'm offended.

- Alright, maybe you should just start working out.

- What? - Yes. Now move.

- But--baby, I can't move.

- Curtis. - I can't--I can move my arm.

- Curtis. - I can move my arm.

- [sarcastic laugh] Curtis, please?

- Baby. What are you talking about?

- ELLA: You know what? - I don't need to work out.

I work out in the bedroom.

- ELLA: You know, Curtis-- You work out in the--

That is so lame.

- [door rattling] - Don't you come in here, girl!

Yeah, she gone.

- Curtis, I am opening that door.

- Baby, I don't want you to open the door.

- [groans] - Okay?

- You know what?

I really want you to move out of my way.

- But-- - Curtis!

- Look at me, baby. - I'm looking.

- No, I need you to look at all of it.

- I'm looking at all of it.

- Do you see the sexy, Ella?

- Is that what you call it?

- Don't hate on it. - No, I'm looking at it.

- Okay? - Now, move. And I mean it.

- [sighs] E--Ella. - Move.

- Go away! - I'm coming!

- Ella, if you open that door,

you'll never be with this sexy again.

- [laughs] Well, let me hurry, hurry up.

- Oh, she running. She running. - Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,

and open this door. - You running to the door?

That hurt, Ella. That hurts.

- Hello. - Hi. [coughs]

- Um, did I catch you guys at a bad time?

- Yes.

- No, come on in.

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- You feel it? 'Cause you are.

- [laughs] Don't mind him.

- I just--I just didn't know where else to go.

- Baby, you know that's not true.

- Curtis. - Don't you look at me

like that, that's not true.

She always find her way over here.

- Okay, you are getting out of here.

- I will gladly go to the bedroom, Ella.

Gladly. - Thank you.

- And I'm gonna lock the door when I get back there.

- Go on, Curtis, lock it.

- And that means you gon' be sleeping out here,

how about that?

You stay out here, Ella. - You do that.

You stay on the couch this time. - You do that.

- I will. - And when I get in there,

I'm gon' choke the holes on your CPAP.

[imitates choking]

- Don't you dare threaten my breathing, Ella.

You don't threaten my breathing, Ella.

- ELLA: Then get out of here, Curtis.

- CURTIS: I will.

- How are you? - [sighs] I'm okay.

- What is it? - I saw Calvin kissing Laura.

- You did? Ooh. - MIRANDA: I know, I know.

Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that.

But it's okay! [broken sigh]

I just--I just-- I finally get it.

I just--I just have to move on. - Really?

- Yes. Yes. - Okay, well if--

if that works for you, ooh.

- Oh, it did. - ELLA: Okay.

- I am going on a date tonight.

- Good. Oh, that's good, uh... - MIRANDA: Yes.

- Okay, so do you need me to...watch the baby?

- No. No, no, no, no, he is at my aunt's house--

- But, uh, you know I would, I wouldn't mind.

- And thank you, however, I did ask him

to pick me up from here, because I don't--

I don't want him to know where I live.

- I don't think that's the best idea.

- Well-- - No, no, no, no, can't you

just meet him there? - Well, he insisted

on picking me up, so--

- You're trying to make Calvin jealous.

- What? No! - Oh, yes.

Inviting him here so that I can see him,

and so that Curtis can see him, and then...we'll tell Calvin.

- You know, I didn't even think about that.

- Who you think you talking to?

- I'm talking to you, Ms. Ella.

But okay, if you don't want him to meet me here, that's fine.

- ELLA: I don't. - I will call him back

and tell him that I will meet him at the restaurant.

- I think that's what you should do.

- I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. - Sure you were.

- Ms. Ella, come on now, I really--I wasn't.

- Okay. Baby, listen. I am a woman, okay?

So, I see what you're up to.

But no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.

You just meet him there.

- Okay. - Hmm. Okay.

- But, um...okay. What if he's, um...

but what if he's crazy?

- Well--[grunts]-- then you certainly should not

let him come over here.

We don't want him to know where we live.

- Ms. Ella, listen, you really have to be careful nowadays.

- Okay, stop right there. - MIRANDA: What?

- What are you talking about? - I mean, because dating

isn't like it was back in your day.

- [chuckles] Oh, and how was it in my day?

- They came to the door and asked your father

if they could take you to the social.

- What are you talking about? - You know how it is, come on.

- How long ago do you think I was dating? In the 1800s?

- Ms. Ella. - ELLA: [scoffs]

- I didn't mean to offend you. - Good. But you did.

- Sorry. - ELLA: No, no, no. You did.

- I'm sorry. - Okay.

Alright, I'm just saying. - Okay, listen.

Here, take this, this is his name right here.

This is his phone number, okay? - Okay.

- Okay, make sure everyone knows that I'm safe,

and this is where I am, just--just in case,

but if something does happen, you need to know

where to start looking. - Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- Hmm? - Are you worried about that?

- No, no, no, no. - You're not worried about that?

- No, no, no.

- What are you talking about? - It'll be fine.

I just wanna make sure that someone knows where I am, okay?

- Alright, so, call me when it's over.

- Yes, ma'am! - You got my number.

- Yes. - [laughs] And I got yours.

- Right. [laughs] - ELLA: I got your number.

- I'll send you a picture too. - Ooh. You do that.

No, Ms. Missy. Now, who is this?

Lawson Rex. Mm-mm. [laughs] No, ma'am.

Just call me when you're home.

No, no, no, no, no. [chuckles]

- Is she gone? - Yes.

And I'm locking this door.

- You never should've unlocked it.

We didn't have to go back and forth.

- You know what, baby? - CURTIS: Oh, you wanna argue.

- That was strange. - That's 'cause she's strange.

- Miranda is supposed to be going out

on a date with somebody. - Hmm.

- And she wanted him to pick her up from here.

- What? - Yes.

- We ain't doing that! - I told her that.

- Ain't nobody doing that, Ella. - I told her--

- And I mean that, Ella! I mean it.

- Okay, did you hear me? I said I told her that.

- You let anybody come in here, Ella.

- Well, Curtis, yeah, but I-- - If he needs to pick her up,

he is going to her house to pick her up.

- I told her that, but she didn't want him to know

where she lives, so that's why she wanted him to pick her up

from over here.

- What the hell wrong with him? He a crackhead?

- She gave me his number. Lawson Rex.

But, baby, you should've heard her.

"Ms. Ella, my shoulder needs love too."

Lawson Rex gonna give her shoulder some love too,

so she had her hair off of her shoulder--

- Lawson Rex?! - Right, Lawson Rex.

- [yells] Wooh. Wooh.

This Lawson Rex!

- Okay, you know him?

- Yes, baby, I know him. Where's she going?

Where--where did--baby, where did that sweet little angel go?

Miranda! - Sweet little a--

- Ran-Ran? Ran-Ran?

- Curtis. She is gone.

Who is he?

- He Lawson Rex, Ella. - That's what I said. I just--

- He the quarterback for the Washington Sharks!

How do you not know who Lawson Rex is?!

- Really? - Call her up, tell her

to come on back here with him.

I don't know why you ain't let her bring him in here.

It's Lawson Rex.

Just call her back and tell her--

let her come on in. Tell her to bring him.

- I'm not calling. - You make him something to eat,

make him some pot roast or something.

- You call her. - I don't have her number, baby.

- Well, then she ain't coming.

- You're lowdown, Ella.

- CJ!

CJ! - Uncle Curtis!

- What?

- Lisa. She's upstairs sleeping.

- Who the hell is Lisa?

- My girlfriend. - Nobody care about her.

CJ! - Uncle Curtis, please!

Wha--what--what's going on?

- I need to talk to your daddy, okay?

- Okay, that's fine, but can you just use your inside voice?

Lower it down a little bit.

- Well, how else is he gon' hear me?

- You got a cell phone in your hand, why don't you use it?

- I'm not wasting my data on that, I'm here.

What's better than being there?

CJ! - Uncle Curtis, please.

- You don't get out here, you dead!

- Yeah? - CURTIS: Hey, nephew.

- What's the matter? - How you feeling?

I need to talk to you. - Well, what's going on?

- You got Randa's number? - No, Janine does.

- Janine got it. Where's Janine? Janine!

- Uncle Curtis, she's not here.

- Why is she never here? - Uncle, what's going on?

- Guess who she out with. Lawson Rex!

- The quarterback? - You heard me say it.

Yeah, and I need to welcome him to the family.

- No. No, you are not doing that.

- Why? - You don't remember

when the kids was little and Janine

was going out with that football player?

- Yeah, I remember, she should've married him.

- Really, Uncle? - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Mom was seeing somebody else while you two were married?

- We were divorced. - Wait.

Y'all have never been divorced.

- Malik, son, you shouldn't pay so close attention

to everything.

- Hey, am I not a part of this family?

- Well... - You're part of something.

- Times two. - [laughing]

- Right. - That's what we're doing?

- Oh, that's what we doing. - Anyway.

I need to call Miranda, okay?

- Why do you need to call her?

- Because I need to invite her boyfriend back--

back to cook--Ella gonna cook for him, we gon' throw

a whole hurrah, we gon' do a whole thing for him.

- No, no. That is the exact same thing you did to me.

- Well...

- No, that's gonna make Calvin mad.

He's not gonna like that.

- Don't nobody care about Calvin?!

- You should. - Why should I?

- That's your son. - Hmm.

That's not gonna make him care.

Look how the man treats his wife.

- I treat my wife like a queen.

- [scoffs] Yeah, the queen of cooking and cleaning.

- And she gets to come home to all this.

- You know, you really are a caveman.

- Don't you dare. - Yeah, don't do that.

'Cause caveman ain't ever been that bad.

- Yeah. You know, you right.

That'd be insulting to them, huh?

- Right, don't you know it.

- Are y'all just--okay, look, I need to find Miranda.

- Hey, hey, look, that's not a good idea.

If she wants you to meet him, she'll have him come over.

- But I'm gonna help her out. - Oh, yeah,

and how you plan on doing that?

- By offering my extensive knowledge of football.

- Man, please, you just want tickets to the big games.

- I want tickets to all of 'em. You heard me? All the games.

- Look, go home, let her have a good time.

- What if she screw it up? CJ-- - Goodbye, Unc, come on.

- You can't call Janine and just get the number, man?

- Come on, Unc, let's go home.

- [groans] Boy, y'all so lowdown,

I don't know where you and your auntie get that at.

When did y'all become like that?

Y'all just don't want a brother to come up at all.

- At the expense of your son? - "At the"--

Don't act like you wouldn't sacrifice Malik.

- I would never.

- You never told him? - CJ: Huh?

- Boy, y'all need--y'all got a lot of conversations

y'all need to have. Do you know how close you were--

- Ah! Goodbye, Uncle. - --to being flushed--

- Goodbye! - Okay. Alright. Okay.

- Goodbye.

[scoffs] - What was he talking about?

- You know your uncle crazy. - Yeah, but--but dad, uh...

- He ain't talkin' bout nothing. - You sure?

You ain't got nothing to tell me?

- Love you, son.

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- Now give me the doggone number, Calvin.

- Curtis. - Yeah, okay, fine.

- What are you doing? - Calling Calvin.

- About what?

- Baby, I'm trying to get Miranda's number.

- Curtis! - Well, I was just going--

- Uh-uh, uh-uh, no, no, no. Did you tell him

that Miranda was out on a date? - Why would I do that, Ella?

- ELLA: Good. - No, I didn't.

- Good, good, good, 'cause that's what she wants us to do.

- CURTIS: I know that, baby. - [laughs]

Okay, Curtis. Curtis.

Did he get suspicious as to why you were asking?

- Baby, I don't know.

- Look, leave this alone. Just leave it alone.

- I could get free jerseys, Ella. Free. And free tickets.

- Curtis, that is not your business.

- Okay, fine. - Curtis, it just ain't right

at all. - I said okay, okay!

- Okay, well, I want you to hear me.

I gotta keep telling you, it ain't right.

- Well, I know one thing: I hope she don't blow it.

- Go to bed, baby. - I'm not going to bed,

I'mma wait up, since her auntie brought the baby over here,

I'm just gonna wait 'til she get here.

- Alright, well, then, just be quiet, how about that?

- [knocking on door] - I don't even wanna watch TV.

- That's her. Curtis, that's her.

- Oh, let's go! Oh, is--is that Ran-Ran? Is that Ran-Ran?

- Curtis, don't do that? - What?

- ELLA: Ain't no Ran-Ran-- - Just open the door.

Act natural. - You act natural.

- Hi. - Hi, come on in, come on in.

Back so soon? - Yeah.

- Is that Ran-Ran? Hey, Ran-Ran.

Ran-Ran, Ran-Ran.

Ran-Ran, Ran-Ran, Ran-Ran.

- ELLA: Curtis. - Come on, sit down, girl.

Sit down, rest your feet, girl?

Girl, them some pretty shoes.

Everybody can't wear shoes like that.

These some pretty shoes. Gotta have lotion on your feet

when you wear shoes like that. [chuckles] Pretty.

So, what do you mean, it didn't work out?

- He was just really mean. - And what's wrong with that?

- Mr. Curtis. - Hmm?

- What are you talking about? - Baby, he's rich.

- Mr. Curtis. - And he's a football player.

- Curtis! - Ella, she's blowing it.

- Would you stop it? - [stammers]

- Leave the room, leave the room.

Yap-yap-yap-yap. - Fine.

[scoffs] Fine. What's his number?

- What?! - What's his number?

- Curtis! - Well, you know what?

You're always ruining my dream, Ella.

I'm about tired of that.

- [chuckles] Baby, you always ruin my dreams.

- Yeah, okay, Ella.

- Oh, the way that he chews and all he wanted to talk about

was football: oh, he's so amazing,

and talked about himself-- - What else he supposed

to talk about?!

- Curtis! - Whatever, Ella.

- Are you sure that was it? - [exhales] What do you mean?

- Are you sure you weren't thinking about Calvin?

- [whines] I was. - ELLA: [chuckles]

- Oh, Ms. Ella. - Yeah, yeah, got her.

- I'm just--I'm just so used to Calvin.

- I understand that. - [exhales]

I just--I want him back, Ms. Ella, I want him back.

I want him back, I want him back, I want him back!

- Oh, finally the truth.

- [blows air] Okay.

So where's--is--Christian, he's here?

- He's here, he's fine and he's sleeping.

And you can get him, come on. - MIRANDA: Okay.

- We can go and get him, but-- I wanna say something first.

- [groans] - Miranda, all of this wanting

and all of the talking to him and not telling him

what you really feel, all of that, that's not good.

- Ms. Ella-- - No, you are gonna have to...

speak your piece. You will. - I told him.

- Well, tell him again. - [sighs]

- And then tell him again.

And tell him until he hears you.

Now, come on.

Let's get this baby.

- Okay. - ELLA: Yeah.

And, Miranda, if you love him, tell him.

- Look at this--Look at-- - Nah-uh, no, no, no.

- I can't believe this. - Curtis, what are you doing?

What are you doing? - Ran-Ran--I'm just gonna

show Ran-Ran his stats. - I--

- Look at this. - No, I don't wanna see

his stats. - No, I just need you

to see you--your cat is the man!

- Ella, am I ever gonna have my dreams come true? Huh? Ever?

- You know-- - Ella, is it ever gonna be

about me?! Ella?

Just look at this--

everybody got a rainbow but me.

This man threw for 400 yards in the last game, Ella.

Do you know how much money that equate to?!

- Curtis-- - And he ran for 150 yards.

150 yards! - Curtis!

- I can't dream. - Okay, baby--Okay, Curtis.

- I got dreams too, Ella! - What dream is that?

- To be a--a football adoptee.

You know that.

Just give me his phone number, Ella.

- I tore his number up. - What you tear it up--

- Lawson Rex is no more. - CURTIS: What you tearing up

numbers for, Ella?!

Ain't there some-- [unintelligible mumbling]--

you ain't supposed to tear up numbers, ain't that

in the Old Testament, or something?

- Curtis. - You know,

we got one last hope: Jazzy.

She'll get it right.

- [whooshing]

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