All language subtitles for The Ms Pat Show s05e02 Wild Goose Chase.eng

[cheers and applause]

- Y'all ever find yourself

missing something
you never had?

all: Yes!

- And it's usually shit
that you don't even need.

all: Right?

- You know, kind of when
you pull up in the drive-thru

and you know
you're a big bag nigga

when you know you got a fridge
full of food at the house?

[cheers and laughter]

Be thankful for what you got,

'cause it can be gone
in a minute.

It can be here one minute
and gone the next.

It's a lot like wet pussy
after menopause.

Let's get this
fucking show started.

[cheers and applause]

- OK, Pat-Pat.

Now, I know you just
got out the hospital,

but I'ma need you
to pick up the pace.

- You blow that bullhorn in
my face one more fucking time,

I'm gonna stick it in your ass.

- Now, please don't threaten me
with a good time.

Hey, T, I need you to put that
box over there on table four.

- Yep, right there.
Table four.

Four, four, four.
Table four.

Table four.
I said table four.

And that is exactly why I need
a motherfucking bullhorn.

- Who is Terry yakking with
on that phone?

- Auntie, where do you want
my old clothes?

- Please put your Fox News
lesbian fashion

in the box marked "free."

- Nah, take that shit
in the house.

We ain't got no DEI box.

- Hey, Brandon, help me
pack up some of this stuff.

- OK, but why is Ashley here?

- Hey, don't start
that shit today.

Keep your mouth shut.

- Wait, hold up now.

Why is my Rubik's cube
out here?

I told y'all I'm moving out.
Why y'all selling my stuff?

- Solve it and you can keep it.

Exactly.

- So you can give away
a kidney

but not a Rubik's cube?

- Why are you even talking?

- 'Cause I'm a grown-ass woman.

And what you gon' do?
- Uh, hey.

Do y'all want your mama
to pass out again?

- That was her fault.
- How the hell was it my fault?

- It was.
- Enough!

Before I send y'all
to live with your daddy.

- Ain't daddy dead?

- Exactly.

- Junebug, put those VHSes
on table two.

- You should call this table
the 1900s.

What kind of lame, sad loser
even owns a VCR anymore?

- ? Me, me, me,
me, me, me, me ?

I kept mine because I still use
all my old workout videos.

What can I say?
I just love that whole

1980s "booty squeezed
into a leotard" look.

- You and me both, sister.

- Wait, this is "The Wiz."
[gasps]

You guys, can you believe
I have never seen this movie?

- No shit.

- Is it any good?

Did she just ask,
is it any good?

- I mean, it's cool.

You know, I never liked how
the white Dorothy got rainbows

and the Black one got chased
by crackheads on motorcycles.

- I'm sold.

Here.

Ooh, looks like I got a date
with "The Wiz" tonight.

? The Wiz and I ?

- She is not gonna like
that movie.

- Hey, Ma, you think
I can use your car later?

- Hell no.

You can catch a ride with
them monkeys from "The Wiz."

- Auntie, here's my stuff.

Might as well make
a few extra dollars

before I go to college
tomorrow, right?

- Oh, yeah, y'all,
that reminds me.

We need to be done out here
by 5:00 so we can get ready

for Janelle goodbye dinner.

- Man, I got stuff to do.

- Well, do it
in your room at night

when everybody else is asleep.

- Ha-ha.
I'll be there.

- You better be.

'Cause I'm gonna miss making
fun of you when I'm gone,

and I need one last crack
at you.

- You're not gonna sell
any of that junk, Janelle.

I mean, you think these white
folks are gonna want to buy

a Harriet Tubman bobblehead?

You should just bury this crap
underground with the railroad.

- Don't listen to him.

I can sell anything.

I once sold a picture
of my big toe for $100 cash.

And I had me a nasty bunion
at the time.

- Well, it's no way
you're selling any of that.

- All right, put your money
where your mouth is, Bug.

- Fine.

If she sells even one item,
I'll buy the whole dang box.

- [scoffs] You sure about that?

'Cause that's gonna cost you
about a hundy.

- You're on.
- Oh, OK, then.

Well, at least you know you're
splitting that hundy with me

or I ain't selling
your slave shit to nobody.

- Fine.

Triple way shake?
- Yeah.

[geese honking]

- Oh, shit.
Is that another geese?

Damn, this a epidemic.

Is that what the bird flu is?

- You got them
goose, geese, ducks.

They're just terrorizing
our fucking community.

- It's every September, Pat.

It's like they just swoop down

and start shitting on lawns
and chasing children,

and then fighting with a bitch
about her Amazon packages.

It's madness
with these honkies.

Did you see what I did there?

'Cause they honk.
Honkies.

- Yeah, and them honkies are
more protected than you are.

You touch one and your
Black ass is going to jail.

- Mm-hmm, back in the day,

you used to could fuck
a duck up.

[goose shrieks]

- Ooh, that goose
almost got your package.

Mine too.

Uh, Brandon and Ashley James?

- Yo, yo.

- What is that?

- How am I supposed to know?
I haven't even opened it yet.

- Well,
it's addressed to both of us.

So before you go ripping it-
- It's from Shatoya.

- Who the fuck is Shatoya?
- She was Lloyd's ex-wife.

- Damn, they sent y'all
some cocaine?

- I think it's his ashes
and a letter.

- Now, what I'ma do
with a ashy nigga's ashes?

- Well, I'm gonna let y'all
spend some time

with y'all little daddy.

- ? Come on, it's time to go ?

? It's the Ms. Pat Show ?

- It's our father's remains,
Ashley.

You remember him, right?
The man that gave you life?

- Hold, hold, hold.

That loud lady back there
gave me life.

- You didn't even go
to his funeral.

- And?
- And what?

- Those remains have been here
a total of five minutes.

That's the most time that man
has ever spent with us.

- Oh, my God, Ashley.

Give me a break with this shit, man.

- I don't care-
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Brandon, come help me.

You know the doctor said

I can't be lifting
nothing heavy.

Come on.

- Gonna take these?

OK.
[squeals]

Ash.
- Mm?

- I need you to help me
and box these up for him.

OK, who would like
a Huey P. Newton mug set

for the dishware set?

Huh, any takers?
Sir, you in the red hat?

Take that hat off
before you get your ass beat.

- Ash.

Yo, where's the package?

- I don't know.
Didn't you take it?

- No, it was sitting right here
next to you.

My father was sitting
right next to you, Ash.

- Oh, shit, I must have boxed
it up with that guy's stuff.

- You-you what?

Ash, that letter was
our father's last words to us.

- I did not do it
on purpose, Brandon.

- Yeah, right, man.

You been sitting around here
cracking jokes all day.

- I'm telling you
I did not do it on purpose.

- "What am I supposed to do
with a ashy nigga's ashes?"

Wasn't that not just you?
Man, you so evil.

- I don't need you sitting up
here questioning my character.

- Ain't nobody questioning it.
I know you're evil.

- How am I evil when I told you
it was an accident?

- Because you're selfish, Ash!
You only think about yourself!

- Please, stop!

Please.
And come back together.

Don't let Lloyd
come between y'all.

Damn.

You ain't gon' never get
another uncircumsized brother.

And you never gonna get
another coochie-eating sister.

- Yeah, none of that. No.

- I'ma go find my dad.

- That boy don't know his head
from his ass, I swear.

- That's all you got to say,
Ash?

Come on.
You need to fix this.

Even if you didn't do it
on purpose, just make it right.

- Yeah, so go help him
find Lloyd.

- Help him?

'Cause that's how I want
to spend my afternoon off,

helping Brandon find a dad
in a bag?

- [laughs]

I mean, a daddy in a baggie
is wild, y'all.

- You do love Brandon,
don't you?

- How is that relevant?

- It's relevant
because you not showing it.

- OK.

- Well, see, this one is in

what we like to call
"mint condish."

And I'm willing
to sell it to you

for the measly price of $1.

And I'll even throw in

that "Get Out" tea set
y'all were admiring.

Mm-hmm, have your guests
in the Sunken Place in no time.

[laughter]

- And what is this book about?

- Well, that's about
a man named Jim

who owned crows
and lived in a castle.

- No, it is not.

- Well, she didn't read it,
so she should not be speaking.

- It's about how
our criminal justice department

uses fake crusades
like the war on drugs

to target Black men and destroy
Black communities.

- OK, Janelle!

Baby, how about you just
shut the fuck up?

- Father Almighty in heaven.

Come on, Marge.
- Uh, wait.

- We are leaving!
- Uh, no. [sighs]

- [laughs]

[sighs]

Martin Luther Queen,
I'd like my hundred

in singles, please.

- Don't even.

- I mean, damn, Sojourner,
stop telling the truth.

- But the truth
will set you free.

- Terry,
who you been yapping to

all day on that damn phone?

If you got a bitch
with some new pussy,

you need to tell her
to come out here

and clean this damn house.

- Uh-[chuckles]

Hey, hey, let me-
let me call you back.

Look, I didn't want to jinx it,
Pat, but, uh...

I finally found
some information on my dad.

- Major?

- No, my real dad.
My father.

- Oh. That's good, baby.
- Yeah.

I called the number
that my mom gave me.

And it was his wrong number,

but they were able to point me
into the right direction.

I think this might be it.

- I'm happy for you, sweetheart.

- Oh, my goodness.

Pat, do you remember
how obsessed the kids was

over these old Disney cartoons?
[chuckles]

Look, Janelle watched
"The Little Mermaid"

a thousand times.

- All them shows
are fucking weird.

15-year-old girl trying
to get a 30-year-old prince

to marry her.

Too Mormon for me.

- [laughs]
Man.

I swear it was
just like yesterday

Janelle was our little girl
watching all of these.

I can't believe she's off
to college tomorrow, Pat.

Fully grown.

- And we only got Junebug left.

- [groans]

Well, we gon' watch us
some "Lion King" tonight, huh?

[laughs]

Uh, wait.

Where's, uh...

hey, Patricia, where's
"The Lion King," girl?

- It's over in there.
It was for sale.

- No, baby.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Where is it?

- What's wrong with you?

- Hey, listen to me
very, very carefully.

You cannot sell that movie,
Patricia.

- Why not, Terricia?

- Don't you remember
back in the day, huh?

When we got the DVD version
of "The Lion King"

for the kids, we recorded over
the VHS version

to make our own, you know,

special little
husband and wife film.

- Holy shit.
- Ya.

- Our porno is
on "The Lion King"?

- Yes, yes.
- We gotta get that shit back.

- That's what I'm saying now.

Denise, have you seen
"The Lion King"?

- Yeah.
I saw the new one too.

Uh, but, uh...

they didn't show me
Aaron Pierre or his Mufasa.

- No, I mean, have you seen
our copy of the movie?

- Oh, yeah, that little girl
just bought it.

- Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.

We got to get that tape back
before that little girl

watches us do
some very unsavory things.

- Child, she gonna press play

thinking she 'bout
to see the King

and she gonna see
a big, ol' ass ding-a-ling.

- We've been out here
for three hours.

[doorbell chimes]
This shit is crazy.

- Hey, you can blame yourself.

You the one out here
selling off our daddy.

- The man in that Ziploc bag
is not our daddy.

Terry is.

Lloyd is the guy who shot
and raped Ma, remember?

- Yes, Ash.
I remember.

Look, I didn't ask you to come,

so you can bounce
if you gonna act like this.

[doorbell rings]
- I came to help.

I need to prove to you
I didn't do this on purpose.

- Yeah, right.

You stopped me
from giving him my kidney.

Why wouldn't you stop me
from having his ashes?

- Excuse me
for trying to stop you

from giving your vital organs
away to a stranger.

- [scoffs]

- Look, that guy over there

looks like he might need
a new liver.

You feel up to that?
Oh, no, wait.

He don't seem to be
a deadbeat dad,

so maybe you not as into it.

- You know what?
You're such a grade-A-

[dog barking]

- Tater Tot, knock it off.

Good girl.

- Tater Tot?

- Yeah.

On account of
she bit off a mailman's balls

when she was just
a little puppy.

Got him right
in the tater tots.

Can I help you folks?

- It's you.
This-this is him.

- OK, don't push-I don't want
my tater tot missing.

OK.

You got my dead daddy,
and I need him back.

- Uh, come again, son?

- Mm, not son.

Listen, you bought some books

from our yard sale
earlier today,

and I accidentally put a bag
of someone's remains

and a letter in your box.

- Yeah, I saw all that.

Put it in the garbage out back.

Y'all welcome to go look
if you like.

Come through the house.

[both sniffing]

- Oh.

- We-we gon'
go around the back.

- Mm-hmm.

Oh!

- Damn.

- Oh, God,
I can taste the smell.

- Why does this look
like the beginning

of a "Law & Order" episode?

- Look, Ash,
you can go on home.

You ain't got to-
- Shut up.

Just come on.

[sighs]

[screams]
- What? What?

What? What's going on?
- Brandon! Brandon!

- What?
- Oh, sh-it's fake.

It's fake.
I'm s-we-we good.

We good.
I'm sorry.

- So you can have this beauty
for $26.

Oh, yeah, all right.

Take the head too.

Who doesn't love free head?

[goose honking]

[yells]
Oh, my God.

Get out this damn yard,
you old long neck fucker, you.

- Hey, sweet little girl.

So this movie means
a lot to our family,

and it's not for sale.

- Yeah, we sure would love
to have it back.

Hey, we'll give you
a full refund, of course.

- Hmm.

I fail to see how
any of this is my problem.

In fact, the only thing
around here that is mine

is this tape, so bye-bye.

- Hey, I'm trying to be nice,
Amber.

- My name ain't Amber.

- It will be
when your ass come up missing!

- Hold up, Pat.

N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now listen.
Yeah?

We're all fair people, right?
[laughs]

Look around at this yard sale.

You know, you can have
any item you want

if you just give us
our tape back.

Huh? Anything at all.

- Golly gee, any item?

I get to pick whatever I want?

- That's right.

- OK, then I choose the...

not a damn thing
you got sitting over there!

Sorry, gramps.
I don't want your garbage.

Hard pass.

- What do you even want
a VHS for, anyway?

You wasn't even in
your daddy balls

when a VHS was popping.

- Oh, my gosh.

I think I know you
from somewhere.

- Oh, really?
TikTok?

[chuckles]
Facebook? Instagram?

- No, that's not it.

Oh, you're the lady

who's gonna stop wasting
my time and pay me cash money

if you want this tape back.

- My word.
She is shaking us down.

That girl is
a mean little capitalist.

- Capitalist?

That wasn't the C-word
I was thinking.

- Mm.
- Aflac.

Get out of this goddamn yard,
OK?

I'm tired of your ass.

Don't you go in my house.

Get your ass up out of here.

Long neck,
overprotective fucker.

Quack, quack-ass bitch.

- Get her, Denise!

- Damn.

- God, this sucks.

I have seen
way too many porno mags

with the pages stuck together
back here.

Like, it's 2025.
Get on the internet, my guy.

- I said you can go, didn't I?

- How long you gon' to stay mad

when I keep telling you
it was an accident?

I didn't see
where you set them things down.

Besides, is this letter
really that important?

- The hell you mean?
Of course it is.

I want to know
what my dad had to say.

- Well, he ended up
in the right place,

'cause he a trash-ass nigga.

Sorry, that one
was out of pocket.

- Nah, that's what
you meant, though.

Look, you don't care about him,
which is cool.

But it's clear you don't care
about me, either.

- Brandon-
- No, shut up.

- Boy, don't tell me
to shut up.

- No, no, wait, look,
I found it.

Yes.
Daddy!

- Thank the Lord.
Let's get up out of here.

- No, no, no.
You go ahead.

I'ma read this
right here, right now.

All right, Daddy.
[goose shrieks]

Let's see what you got to say.

What the fuck?
- Oh, shit.

Did that-
- Yeah, that goosey bastard

done stole my daddy last words.

- Look, Brandon,
I know you don't believe me,

but I did not sell
Lloyd's stuff on purpose.

And to prove it to you,

I'm gon' kick that goose's
motherfucking ass.

- Oh, shit! Oh, yeah, it's on!

Drop that goose motherfucker,
yeah!

Come on!

- Shit, they about to go home

and see us fuck all the way
to the 2000s.

- Denise, Denise,
come over here.

We need you to keep
that little girl's daddy busy.

- Oh, I'm on that.
[chuckles]

- So you just gonna go

straight for the lymph nodes, huh?

What about Kareem?
- Oh, Pat, don't start now.

She's helping us.

- It's OK.
Kareem and I are just friends.

And even he would know

it ain't cheating
if it's for family.

Hey, there.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I see you looking
at the garden tools.

[chuckles]
- Yeah.

- See any hoes you like?

- Well, that one's
kind of nice.

How much is it?

- Well, I kind of meant me.
[chuckles]

I'm the ho.

And you the secret garden.

- Oh. Oh.

- Psst, Bride of Chucky.

- I assume we're ready
to make an offer?

- Yeah, how about
I swing you by them pigtail

like that bitch in "Matilda"?

- Pat.
- That's right, gramps.

Control your old-ass woman.

- Yo, what?
- What?

- This is business, guys.

So do you have a number
or what?

Or are you just threatening

a poor, innocent little
second-grader?

- One moment, please.

The demon spawn is right.
We are out of time.

We ain't got no leverage.
We gotta come correct.

Besides, you get more flies
out of honey than vinegar.

[chuckling]
You know what I'm saying?

- We ain't trying to catch
no damn flies, Terry.

We trying to get
our porno back.

- Oh, girl.

OK, you a smart, kind girl
with a bright future.

So why don't you say we throw

a little donation
your way, huh?

- 5 bucks?

Do you have dementia, geezer?
It's 2025.

This isn't even worth
the paper it's printed on.

Google inflation, my guy.

- [scoffs] Way to catch flies.
[chuckles]

Hey, how about $20

and anything you want
in this civil rights box?

Look.

Harriet Tubman.
She free.

- Pass.

- Wow, Janelle.
[chuckles]

We can't even pay these folks
to take your stuff.

- What do you even want
that movie for?

Can't you stream it on Disney+
or Disney minus?

- Disney minus?

- Yeah, the shit
with commercials.

- This is an original run

first edition Disney VHS
in mint condition.

These are extremely rare
and worth a fortune online.

Y'all don't even know
what you got here.

- No, little girl,
you don't know what you got.

[goose honks]
- All right, goose.

We done got you cornered.
- Yeah.

- Now give me back
my daddy's letter.

- Damn, bro, you OK?

I thought you be working out
and stuff.

- Nah, I only do weights.

I don't be fucking
with that cardio.

- I'm about to turn this goose
every which way but loose.

Come here, motherfucker!
[screams]

- Oh, get him!
[goose honking]

Block! Block!
Sis, you gotta block!

Hey, listen!
You gotta bite him!

Bite him.
Bite his ear like Tyson.

Get him on the ground.
Get him on the ground, sis!

Damn! Yo, he fast.

Rope-a-dope, rope-a-dope!
Bite him.

Come on! Get him, sis!
Get him!

Did this fool turn
the sprinkler on?

[Tater Tot barks]

Don't worry, sis.
Little bro is coming.

[barking and honking]

Coming, sis!

I got the letter.
- Oh, you got it?

- Yeah, I got the letter.

I got it.
- OK, OK.

Get the fuck up off!

Hey.

If anyone asks,
Tater Tot did it.

- Yeah, Tater Tot.
- Tater Tot did it.

- Tater Tot. Yeah.

- I paid good money
for this hair.

- I know. It's fine.

This way, this way, this way.
- Oh, shit.

- I ain't trying to smell
that shit up in there.

Come on, this way.

- ? Hey, big spender ?

? Spend a little time with me ?

- You all right?

- Yeah, baby, this Ashley
and Brandon stuff about Lloyd

got me really wanting
to talk to my father.

You know, if he's still
out there someplace,

I just gotta see him
face-to-face

at least once before he dies.

- Well, that's all nice
and stuff,

and I would love
to talk to you about it.

- Yeah.
- But right now,

we need to get our tape back

from this little
half white girl

before she gon' see us
make the damn circle of life.

- Well, we ain't got much time.
She's losing him.

- Psst.

- [screaming]

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

- Sorry, Pat.
He gay.

- You should be
ashamed of yourself.

And your dancing.
Come on, Shirley.

- Now, I'm sorry about
your "Lion King" tape, Pat.

But all ain't lost.

We made 528 big ones today.

[tense musical spike]
- 528!

- What kind of demonic-

- Well, now, that sounds like
a very fair price

for this here beloved VHS tape.

- What?
Ain't no way in hell we gon'-

- Give her the money!

- Pat, you crazy, OK?

Wish I would just give her
this money, girl.

- Denise, give her
the money, sis.

All of it.
- No.

Why?
[chuckles]

No. Why?

- It's my yard sale
and I like "Lion King."

- Pleasure doing business
with you, suckers!

- That little girl just played
the shit out of us.

- Come on, y'all,
let's start packing up.

I've had enough
of this yard sale.

- Oh, look, Janelle,
you sold your bobblehead doll.

- Wait, what?
I did?

Oh, snap.

That must have happened
when I went inside.

Ah!
[laughs]

Hey, Junebug.

Cough it up.
Your girl made a sale.

- Oh.
Yeah.

Uh...

guess some loser
was desperate enough

to buy your crap.

- Mm-hmm.

Next time, always bet on Black.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

You know, mad I lost 100 bucks,
that's all.

- You know,
it's all right to be sad

that your big sister's leaving.

It don't make you soft.

It's actually kind of nice.

- [sighs]
Come on, Ma.

You crazy.
[chuckles]

- Boy, I've been out here
all damn day!

Ain't no cross-eyed-ass
neighbor

bought no damn Harriet Tubman
bobblehead doll.

You did.

- Look, Ma, I don't care
about that bobblehead.

And I definitely don't care
that Janelle is leaving, OK?

So...

I got to go inside
and hose off my shoes.

That goose poop
is out of control.

Are you sure
I can't use your car later?

- Hell yeah, I'm sure
you can't use my car later.

And don't take
your Black ass in my house

with that goose shit on it.

- Yo, I'm not entirely sure

whose blood this is
I'm washing off.

- And I'm pretty sure
if I farted right now,

a feather would fly out my ass.

[both chuckle]

- Yo, you really squabbled up
with a dog and a goose, huh?

- Damn right I did.
Shoot, I'd do anything for you.

You do know that, right?

- Yeah.

I do now.

Look, thank you for everything
that you've done for me today.

I really mean it.

And I'm sorry for the way
I've been acting.

You don't deserve any of that.

- Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry too.

I'm not sure
if I'll ever understand

why you went so hard at me
over not helping Lloyd,

but, B, I do respect
your feelings.

Let me just leave it at that.

- Honestly, Ash,

it wasn't even really
about you not helping Lloyd.

It's just that, you know,
when I wanted to help him,

you were just so unsupportive
and mean.

It just-

I don't know, it just felt like
you didn't really love me.

- Brandon.

You are my brother.

There's never been a moment,

a second
that I haven't loved you.

And there never will be.

Hey.

Whatever I did, whatever I said

to make you think
I don't love you...

I really am sorry, B.

You hear me?

I really am sorry.

- [sniffles]

I'm sorry too.

- I love you.
- [sniffles] I love you too.

- Let's, uh,
read Lloyd's letter together.

- All right.

All right.

"D-d-dear Brandon and Ashley.

I you-I you love"?

Oh, oh, I love you.
- I love you.

- Yeah, because you know
he really couldn't read, right?

- Yeah, he really couldn't do
a lot of things.

Read the rest of it.
- All right.

- "My bad.

Dad."

- That's it?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- You OK?
- Yeah, it's just, um-

- It's OK to not be OK.
I know you wanted more.

- [scoffs]
Yeah, I just feel like a fool.

- You're not a fool.

You just got a heart
the size of a gallon.

You wanted Lloyd
to fill it with love, but...

a gallon ain't never
gonna be satisfied

with somebody
pouring from a pint.

- [clicks tongue] Yeah, um...

[chuckling] He was
a real piece of shit, huh?

But, uh,
he was our piece of shit.

So I think we should take turns

dumping his ashes
down the toilet.

- What?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Matter of fact, you go first.

- OK.

Now, I don't really know
what to say.

- Um, just say the truth.

- To Lloyd,
the man who gave me...

absolutely nothing.

Except the best brother ever.

- All right,
my turn, my turn, my turn.

- Mm-hmm.

- All right, uh...

to Lloyd,

the man who taught us
to be strong,

independent people...
- Mm.

- By giving us no choice
but to be those things.

- Mm.

Ooh, I got one.
I got one.

[sighs]
To Lloyd,

the man who showed us
what love is

by showing us
what it damn sure ain't.

Mm.

- All right.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

After all we went through
to get them ashes back,

you sure you don't want
to keep some of the man?

- Nah.

You the only Ash I need.

both: Bye, nigga.

[both laugh]

My bad!

- [laughs]

[keys jingle]

[laughter]

- Janelle, we're gonna miss you
when you go off to school,

but we know you gon' do fine.

- That's right.

And you let us know
if you need anything, OK?

- Except money.

- And kidneys.
- And your room back.

- Well, dang,
make a girl feel special.

Where's Junebug?

Junebug?

Bug?

- Hey, Pat.

We went to a lot of trouble
and paid a lot of money

to get a copy of that
"Lion King" tape back.

It'd be a shame if we didn't
at least take a peek at it,

don't you think?

- I agree,
'cause I do want to see

how I used to fuck
when I was small.

- [chuckles]

Remember I used to roll you
around like a pancake?

[chuckles]
- No grapefruit now.

- Mm-hmm.

"The Wiz"?

Why is "The Wiz"
in the "Lion King" box?

- [spits]

- ? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? And she don't
take no stuff ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? And you can't get enough ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? With a husband and kids ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? And it's
"The Ms. Pat Show" ?

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