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Previously on "The Ms. Pat Show"...

I'm gonna go see my Dad, Lloyd.

Found out that I'm a match, so I'ma give him a kidney.

Come on, Brandon. Wait up.

I can't believe he's trying to sneak out.

Y'all been trying to stop me all day.

I'm going to save my father's life,

so just drop it. That's it!

Brandon...

Lloyd is dead.

Wow.

That's all you gonna say, Ashley?

That's all you gonna fucking say?

I never once told you how to feel about Lloyd.

I could've saved him,

but you wouldn't get out my way.

You ain't even give a shit about how I felt.

You're so fucking selfish. I hate you!

- Be fucking for real, Brandon! - No, you be fucking for real!

You fucked up, you know that?

Fuck you. - Fuck this.

- No. No, Ashley-- - Ashley!

Ashley, don't! Now, come on, now.

- Nah, Pop, let her go! - Ashley!

- Let her go! - Shut the fuck up!

You shut the fuck up and get up outta here, Ash!

You get the fuck up outta here, Ash!

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

Brandon, please, son, come on now!

I could've give him a chance, Mom!

- Brandon! - Get off me!

No, I'm out, I'm out, I'm out!

Did you know that the word "family" in French

means "people I don't fuck with?"

Yeah, and in Italy, the word "love"

mean "kiss my Black ass."

'Cause sometimes, baby, when shit goes down

like it's about to go down tonight in this episode,

I can't help but to really love my damn family.

And for all you English speakers out there, that means

these people I don't fuck with can kiss my Black ass!

Let's start the show.

Oh, that was a great show, babe.

But, uh, I don't need to go to Cleveland again.

Ever.

I know that right.

I'm more exhausted than

that braid on the back of Stevie Wonder head.

You know the one that been there since 1978?

Well, you better grab a nap

before them kids come down

trying to ask you for something.

Uh-oh, too late.

Ooh, Mama, I'm so glad you're back!

Oh!

The fuck you want? I'm broke.

I need you to help settle a fight I'm having with Auntie.

Uh, ah, ah, ah, ah. Leave her be.

Your mama ain't settling anything but down.

She's tired.

Have you watched the news lately?

We all tired.

Uh-uh. Don't listen to her lying ass.

Now, what had happened was--

She trying to steal my bedroom.

How is it stealing when you off to college

to be in a whole new bedroom to never catch a dick in?

- That's not even true. - I been waiting on that.

Damn, this family is always arguing.

- Brandon, what the hell? - Where you been, son?

We ain't seen you in two months.

Oh, you can't answer the phone

for your damn mama no more?

Hey, bro, I thought you said nobody would be home.

Well, technically, your home is in the basement

and nobody was in there.

And why you avoiding your family, Brandon?

You don't like me no more? I ain't do shit to you.

Look, I just came to get the rest of my stuff, all right?

I'm moving in with my woman.

Oh, you got a woman now?

Is she inflatable?

Now, do not play Brandon like that.

You know it's at least gonna be a bitch he could plug in.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

I'm just a joke to this family.

Come on, Brandon. Where the fuck you going?

I'm not talking to people who don't listen to me, Ma.

Oh, shit.

Now that's some bad fuckin' timing.

What the hell, Auntie?

You knew I was comin' to get my hair done.

Well, I didn't know he was gonna be here.

Hey, Junebug. Text me when it leaves.

Did you just call me an it?

Text me when this bitch leaves.

Boy!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! - And I will.

You shut the fuck up!

Don't you call your sister no bitch!

And you leave him the fuck alone!

You trying to get him to leave?

That's exactly what I want. For his bitch ass to leave.

Fine, fuck it, I'm out!

Hey! Stop all of that goddamn cussin' in my house!

There he go runnin' just like his daddy did.

Brandon! Stop running from us like that!

We don't do that shit round here!

Oh, Mama, are you all right?

She don't look like it.

- Mom! - Baby, baby!

Can somebody call 911? Call 911!

♪ Come on, it's time to go

♪ It's "The Ms. Pat Show" ♪

Hey, baby.

Didn't mean to wake you up.

What's going on?

Please tell me I didn't have no baby,

'cause my pussy's tapped out.

Your kids were fighting again,

and you just fainted, baby. You fell right on the floor.

Shit. Is the floor okay?

Because you know I got these big titties

and they'll crack some wood here.

I'm glad you feeling good enough to make jokes.

Shit, that was the warm-up. Wait for tonight.

Whoa! Hey, hey, hey now.

That doctor wants you in bed for a week.

You ain't going nowhere, baby.

Oh, man, Lady Tyra's in town.

She looking for the new Giggle Girl.

Uh-uh. Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. What's a Giggle Girl, baby?

It's a big tour Lady Tyra's doing with all female comics.

And I got to get this spot.

Well, baby, if it started already,

what they need you for?

Because the fat one got on Ozempic

and the bitch ain't funny no more,

so I'm here to take her place.

Come on, this is big for me.

Okay, baby, but Lady Tyra can see you some other night, okay?

Man, how often do you think one

of the biggest female comedians come to Plainfield, Indiana?

Man, I could get this. This is a opportunity.

You scared your family to death today, Pat.

All right?

You are not doing no stand-up tonight. Yeah?

Thug bitches fall out all the time, Terry.

You act like I had a goddamn heart attack.

Oh, is that what we have to look forward to, huh?

Is it gonna take a heart attack to make you slow down, baby?

Huh?

Knock, knock.

Hey, Pat-Pat, how you feeling?

Just fine.

Can you tell him to let me do Lady Tyra tonight?

Were you trying to fuck Lady Tyra?

Hell, no.

She in town looking for the new Giggle Girl.

Oh, my God. Here in Plainfield?

- Yes. - Oh, my God, no.

She can't turn that down, Terry.

No, you got to let this dirty bird fly.

Caw-caw, caw.

Who the fuck you calling a dirty bird, Reba McEntire?

Look, I'm concerned about Pat's health too.

But if she get on this Giggle Girl train,

that's big money, T.

Ah, and as her manager, you get 10% of that money, right?

Yeah, that's why you want her at that show tonight, Denise.

Man, thug bitches faint all the time.

I'm trying to tell you we faint all the fuckin' time.

All right, what you gonna do if she faint again?

I'm just-- oh, hey, Doc, do me a favor.

Tell this man that thug bitches faint all the time.

Thug bitches--what?

No.

You're not supposed to be in here.

I know. I'm leaving.

Mrs. Carson, your labs were concerning, mm-kay?

You're heading down a dangerous path

if you don't change your ways.

Your levels are elevated.

Stress response is way off.

Your body is always in a high-alert state, mm-kay?

You need at least a full week of quality rest.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

What about dos?

I do what the fuck I want to, mm-kay?

Baby. Baby, why you gotta be like that?

Hey, how's she doing?

Uh, he's not supposed to be back here.

What--oh.

I'm so glad you're alive, Mom.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you, my sweetie.

Yeah, 'cause I need you and Dad

to sign something for school.

And you know what?

I wouldn't be mad at 10 bucks for the vending machine.

You're not to look at, speak to,

or think about your mama for the next seven days.

You understand me?

Well, I could understand a lot better

with 10 bucks in my pocket.

I ain't got no 10 bucks for you, boy.

Okay, give me 5.

2.50. - I'll give you a dollar.

Hey, Mama. You all right?

No. How many of you Blacks are there?

- Blacks? - Blacks?

You're not the Blacks.

The Blacks are next door and they're actually white, mm-kay?

If you don't get your Ted Lasso-looking ass out of here.

They said Mom's awake?

Oh.

He not supposed to be back here.

all: Neither are you.

None of y'all need to be back here.

Shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna fall out again!

Can y'all please stop talking?

The collection of y'all breaths is making me nauseous.

Look, we're just worried about you, Ma.

Hey, please do not speak for me.

Fine. I'm worried about you, Ma.

Oh, so you the only one worried now?

I'ma hit you again.

Brandon, go get me some Aleve.

And a-leave your damn sister alone.

How long y'all gonna keep this up?

Y'all running up my blood pressure.

You need to practice some self-care.

Self-care? Really, Ashley?

Everybody ain't got time to sit around

and play in they vagina.

When's the last time you took a vacation?

What you mean? I just got back from vacation.

You were working the whole time.

And ordering takeout while staying in a two-star hotel

is not a vacation.

Yo, it's kind of crazy seeing you give a shit about a parent.

Boy, if you don't grow the hell up and let this shit go.

Ashley, please shut up and get up out my face.

No, I'm not gonna shut up.

Hey, I know y'all two ain't messing up your mama peace.

- Tell them, Terry! - Hey, come on now.

I appreciate you here, all right?

But y'all need to go on back to your lives.

Let your mama rest, yeah?

Self-care, okay, Ma?

I'ma go home and make you some chicken noodle soup.

Yeah, everything's fine now

that Saint Ashley all up in the house.

Boy, fuck you.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no.

That way, brother.

Oh, come on, baby.

Let's go on upstairs, get you in the bed, huh?

I am gonna take Janelle shopping

to get some school supplies, new threads.

Aww, your last daddy-daughter outing

before she go off to college.

Your ass gonna cry like Viola Davis, ain't you?

Mm.

Chance of snot, 100%.

Janelle, let's go!

You ain't Janelle.

Man, Janelle can never look this good.

Listen.

I need you to keep an eye on your mom, okay?

Now she tryin' to go out to that comedy show tonight,

but it's too dangerous.

I need you to make sure that she stay up in the bed, yeah?

- Sure. - All right.

I could do that.

But it does raise the question.

What you gonna do for me?

Nothing. It's a favor.

Does your generation not know about favors?

Oh, no. We know all about those.

- Ah. - Just too much work.

There she is, finally.

You know you're gonna miss waiting on me.

Where are you two going?

Dad's taking me to get clothes and stuff for college.

Oh, clothes?

And stuff?

In this economy?

Can you choke on that apple?

Given Janelle's expensive taste,

I'm sure that wallet is gonna get a workout today.

Huh, Terry?

Where you going with this?

Just let go and follow.

Now, as I said before, I'm happy to look over Mom.

But see, whatever you spend on the girl today,

you're gonna need to match the total with old Junebug.

Wait, what?

Yeah.

As long as my needs can be accommodated,

then I will watch over your wife

as if she was my own mother.

What the hell?

I just was making sure you were asleep.

I was.

A matter of fact, I was in Hawaii on the beach

butt-ass naked, gettin' freaky with Lee Daniels.

And where was Dad in all of this?

On the other side of the bed fuckin' Precious.

Control, alt, delete.

But, uh, I just came up here to check on you, Ma.

You know I worry about you.

Thank you, baby.

All right.

Wait a damn minute.

Why you acting concerned?

I can't care about my mother?

Not without financial compensation.

Your daddy paying you?

Whatever would make you believe that?

Boy, I can read your ass like a book.

And when's the last time you read a book?

When the last time you had your ass beat with a book?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Oh! Hey! Help me!

- Let it go. - Help me!

Ma!

Please let me do this one show.

It's down the block.

I'll be back before Terry and Janelle get here.

I'd love to help you out.

Really, I would.

But see...

The thing is...

Your husband's already funding this little operation.

I knew it, boy. Stop playing with me.

Hey, then don't play with me, woman.

How much you want me to pay?

Whatever Dad winds up spending on Janelle today,

times two.

Now, look, you're gonna get over here and pretend to be me.

Wait, so all you want me to do is get in bed

and you'll pay double Dad?

You in or out, numb nut?

Oh, shoot.

Yeah.

Here, use this pillow for your titties.

Okay.

Well, we're gonna need about three or four more of them.

- Fuck you. - All right.

Well, could you be a lamb and, uh, fluff my pillow?

I want to be as snug as a Junebug in a rug.

Oh, sure.

- All right. - Motherfucker.

Hey, Auntie. What you reading?

Um, don't tell your mama,

but I'm doing the long distance thing with Kareem.

So lately, I've been getting my sex

from these slutty romance novels.

"Waiting to Inhale."

Uh-uh. What she inhaling?

That is some shit you don't know nothin' about.

So what's in the bowl?

I made some chicken noodle soup for Ma.

- Ah. - Oh.

I made chicken noodle soup for Ma.

Why the hell would you make chicken noodle soup for Ma,

when I stood here this afternoon,

looked you in your stupid face,

and told you I was making chicken noodle soup?

'Cause I made mine with soda on the side.

Okay, well, can't all the soups just get along?

No. He know what he doing.

He tryin' to start shit.

Oh, it's a crime to be a good son now?

Oh, so he's a gaslighter now too.

Did you learn that from your daddy, Lloyd?

Oh, hey. She always hitting below the belt.

Okay, okay, all right. Calm down.

Damn, I'll just take the soups up to her my damn self.

Now, why is that?

Why? I'll tell you why.

Because Pat-Pat is sick and tired,

and y'all two's energy is more toxic

than Kanye West at a bar mitzvah.

Ooh! Oh-oh!

No. I know you, Auntie.

You just trying to take credit for my cooking.

Boy, don't nobody want to take credit

for your nasty-ass soup.

Ha!

Pat, I made you some chicken noodle soup.

Two different recipes. That's how much I love you.

Soup, there it is!

Pat, you awake?

What you want?

Damn, girl, you sound like shit.

Listen, I've been thinking as your manager,

I can't let you miss out on being a Giggle Girl.

Uh, yeah, you can, it's fine.

No, no, no.

Okay, with your blessing, I'ma go on up to this club

and speak to Lady Tyra on your behalf.

Wait. Don't do that, dummy.

Well, I ain't gonna do nothing crazy, Pat.

I'm just gonna go up there, give her your card,

tell her to peep the website and check out your shit.

I'm gonna be in and out.

No.

You can't go down there looking like that.

She's a big star.

Uh, do your makeup, wear that zebra wig you got,

and uh, really take your time to get ready.

Pat, you acting strange as hell.

But you're right, my zebra wig is the shit.

BRB.

Shut my goddamn door!

Ma, don't be mad.

But, uh, Denise is on her way to talk to Lady Tyra.

What? Boy, you can't do shit right.

What am I supposed to do now?

Hey, hey, don't yell at me.

Look, I told you not to go, okay?

Now, I bought you some time. I made her change her clothes.

But if she sees you out, we are screwed.

So I'm gonna need you to wrap up your little

Chitlin' Circuit chuckles and get home now.

She's headed your way and she is wearing a zebra wig.

I repeat, a zebra wig.

Boy, when I get home, I'ma bust your--

Oh, God.

God damn.

Things I do for money.

Yo, Ms. Pat, when I say you killed that shit.

Did Lady Tyra see my set?

Come on now, you know that nigga too rich to be on time.

God damn.

But stick around, though, don't trip.

I'm gonna make sure y'all meet each other. Cool?

I can't.

- What you mean? - God damn it.

After a set like that, you got to stay around here.

I can't. My fuckin' family care about me.

Well, take mine. They don't give a fuck about me.

Get your ass out my bed.

What the fuck are you doing with my wig on?

Well, I can't be you without hair and titties.

Hey, I'm not done with you yet.

I gotta go back down to the club.

What? No, Ma, it's too risky.

Boy, I didn't get to meet fuckin' Lady Tyra.

Okay, well, uh,

I'm gonna need you to record yourself talking,

'cause I think Auntie is suspicious

of my impression of you.

You doing impressions of me?

Well, I've been trying to.

Let me hear.

Shut my goddamn door!

I would never say no shit like that.

Then here, say a few sentences into this

so I can play it just in case somebody comes to check on you.

Okay, you smart. Here we go.

It's recording? - Yeah.

Go ahead. - Okay.

Bitch, what the hell you want?

Go away.

Leave me alone, I'm sick.

Perfect. Just the basics.

- Just the basics? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay.

Yes.

Hell no.

Shut the fuck up.

Great. That should be all I need.

All right.

All right, bring me up to speed.

What's been going on around here?

Okay, Janelle just posted an Instagram story.

Her and Dad just sat down for dinner.

Mm-hmm.

Now, I made Denise change her clothes again,

so she'll be by for your approval shortly.

Make sure she sees your face, okay?

It'll help me sell the lie. - I got it.

Anything else? - Yeah, actually.

Uh, when I touched base with Dad

on this little shopping trip,

I'll have a better grasp on what you owe me.

Boy, get the hell out my goddamn room.

And shut my goddamn door.

I'm not gonna keep changing clothes like this.

Okay, Pat, is this better?

Better than what?

Pat, you had me change clothes five times.

Do you like this outfit or not?

Girl, you look like you dipped that wig in a ashtray.

Pat, I look good, okay?

And I'm gonna take my good looks down to that club

and talk to Lady Tyra

about my hilarious sister with the big talent.

No, don't do that.

Okay, so you really don't want to meet her?

I do, Denise,

but Terry told me to sit this one out.

And you know he don't ask for much.

Plus, can you just please stay home with me?

I don't feel good. Can you take care of me?

Aw, Pat-Pat.

You want me to take care of you like I did when we was kids?

You want me to cuddle you?

Get the fuck away from me!

I thought you was just exhausted.

That shit is contagious, and you already lazy.

Whatever. Fine, Pat.

I'll stay.

Damn.

I really don't know why you had me changing clothes.

I mean, if you wanted to see all the shit

I bought from Temu, all you had to do was ask me.

Oh, my God, girl.

Why is you suckin' on Damian dick

when Marcus dick come with a house?

Hey, Auntie. What you reading?

Who, me? Uh, nothing. What you got going on?

Oh, nothing. I was wondering, though.

Do you have Instagram?

Nah, they kicked me off.

I kept sending Kirk Franklin titty pics and he reported me.

I guess he wasn't ready for the revolution.

Well, um, what's the name

of that white man you used to date? Uh...

- Lee. - Lee.

Lee done got married.

- Oh. - Yeah, yeah.

To another Black woman.

Get the fuck out of here.

And I think--

I think her name is Therese,

'cause she been advertising something

called Therese Grease.

I know you fuckin' lying.

Yeah, yeah.

- Therese Grease? - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Okay, so I guess Therese walk so slow.

Okay.

Okay, let me see a picture of that bitch.

Oh, well, hang on, I gotta find it.

Hold on. - Okay, well, come on.

Come on, get it going. - Okay.

Lee, I can't believe you did this to me.

I was supposed to be your Black woman.

We were supposed get married. Come on, Junebug.

Find the picture now.

You taking too long,

'cause I'ma have to send a cease and desist.

And why would anybody trust a bitch with the grease

with an old-ass name like Therese?

Bitch.

Ooh.

Hey, Mom.

What you doing under there?

Perfect. A few more.

Just the basics, Ma.

The hell is going on?

Damn, Junebug. You look Indigenous as fuck.

Weird. How did I get under here?

Hey, Ma.

What in the Sacagawea?

Why are you wearing a wig? And where's Ma?

I was making a TikTok.

Do you know why Auntie Denise just tried

to sneak out of the house wearing a damn zebra wig?

She snuck out?

Man, I told this heifer not to go.

Okay, look. What are you talking about? Where is Ma?

She's, uh--

What are you being weird about?

Answer the question.

She's--

Come on!

Spit it out.

S-s-s-he's in the bathroom.

Okay? Yeah.

She ate them two soups you two made her,

and she has had explosive diarrhea all day.

Y'all want to ask her? It smell bad in there, but hey.

Hey, Ma--oh, God.

- No, no, no, no, no. - I never--no.

Courtesy flush, Ma. Jeez.

Hey, yo.

Hey, y'all!

You know what?

It's still not lit enough in here for me.

How about this? Pérignon poppin' on me.

Huh? Yeah.

All right, all right.

When I say on me, that means complimentary, right?

I'm sorry?

What I'm asking is, is the shit free?

- No. - What?

What?

Ain't no Perignon in the building, y'all!

I'm so sorry.

It's her fault.

This is my chance. I gotta go say hi.

Relax. Let her come over to you.

Play it cool.

Man, I ain't got time to play it cool.

Oh!

Chuck!

Chuck! You are the bodyguard.

How you just gonna let them push me like that, bro?

Everybody, back off now!

Now.

What the fuck was that, Chuck?

Lady Tyra, can I talk to you?

Oh, shoot.

Would you like a drink, sexy?

I can't drink on the job.

Oh, no, you can take sips.

I can't.

I said you can take a little sip.

- I said-- - Oh, oh! I'm sorry.

Damn!

My bad.

Lady Tyra! Hi.

- Hi! - How are you?

Hey. How are you? - Hey!

Look at you coming over here, scootin' like a little animal.

I got a little something for you too.

Let me see.

Ooh, a card. - Mm-hmm.

I'd like to talk to you about my sister.

Oh, girl, now why you sucking on Damian

when you know Marcus dick come with a house?

Crazy. That's crazy.

Hey, you guys have fun?

Yeah.

Except Daddy was crying at dinner.

College is hard on dads.

Tell me about it.

He had four margaritas and made me drive home.

It was only three.

How's Mom?

She ate Brandon's soup and got the runs.

Oh.

But she stayed in this house, right?

Yeah, she didn't even leave her room.

Mm, God is good.

I'm gonna go on upstairs and kiss my girl good night.

both: Ew.

How you doing, baby?

Bitch, what the hell you want?

What'd you call me?

Go away.

I most certainly will not.

Come on, baby, I'm tipsy for the first time in a long time.

You know how I get when I get on that drink.

Uh, uh, uh.

Go away.

Hey, baby, hey.

I know the doctor told you to take it easy a bit,

but, uh, I've always found making love

to be extremely restful.

Don't you? - Hell, no.

Come on, baby.

Bring that fine ass over here to me, girl.

Come on now!

Hell no. Hell no. Hell no.

What? What? All--all right, all right, all right!

Hell no. Hell no.

All right, all right, girl, I can take a hint.

Junebug, the coast clear?

He in the bathroom?

Hurry. Come on. He's in there.

He tried to hook up with me, but I turned him down.

- What the fuck? - Yeah.

I didn't even get the chance to meet Lady Tyra.

Dang, Ma.

After all of that?

God.

What--what?

What you doing in here?

Uh, nothing.

Just checking on Mom like you asked me to.

Good man.

Yeah.

I accept Venmo or Zelle.

You still don't want me, baby?

Hell no.

I'm real proud of you for taking care of yourself, Ma.

I'll be proud of you, too,

when you stop fighting with your damn brother.

Hmm. She's right.

When stuff goes sideways, your family's all you got.

Yep, and that's in the Bible, the book of Dyslexicus.

Brandon, Ashley, what do you think? Huh?

Can we put all this mess in the past?

Oh, yeah, Pop, it's already in the past.

Oh, thank God. It is about time, y'all.

No, it's in the past 'cause I'm done with her ass.

Ugh. Wow.

You know what? I finally agree with you on something,

'cause I'm done with your dumb ass too.

- That's fine by me. - Yeah, I bet it is.

I'm coming in.

You got your titties put up?

They ain't up, but they covered.

Okay, well, I got a surprise for you.

Now, Terry, your first instinct is gonna be to get mad.

But j--j--j-- let me just show you.

Come on.

Hey!

- What? - What's up?

Yo!

Lady Tyra in my house.

How y'all doing?

Lady, this Pat. Pat, this Lady.

Oh, I know who the fuck that is, Denise.

Denise, what's going on here?

What you mean?

Well, you told me that your sister was a Make-A-Wish kid.

That--yeah, that's her.

Oh, no, that ain't no damn Make-A-Wish kid.

That's a outta-wishes adult, honey.

No, girl.

That ain't no damn adult. That's a kid.

It's her illness that make her look old and raggedy like this.

She got that Benjamin Button.

Denise, be for real.

Well, if she's a dying kid,

then why did I see her at the club tonight?

- What? - What?

You saw my wife out tonight?

Oh, no.

I been in the house all night, Terry.

I ain't seen that ugly jacket-ass lady.

Yeah, Ma's telling the truth.

And I've been watching her. This lady's crazy.

Okay, excuse me, not crazy.

You, couture.

Small batch, boo. Okay?

Thank you.

I saw her set on my boy Ray's phone tonight.

I was laughing my ass off. She was hilarious.

Oh, my God! Lady Tyra think I'm funny!

Oh, my God! Yeah!

Ma!

Oh.

You really went to the club tonight, Pat?

After literally collapsing on the floor

in front of your family? - Mm.

I am beyond disappointed in you, Pat.

Ooh, ooh, not disappointed.

You promised us, Ma.

Unbelievable.

You're really gonna make yourself sick, you know that?

If you really do get sick, don't ask Ashley for no kidney.

Oh, my God.

You really want me to beat your ass, don't you?

Ooh, beat his ass!

Why do you need a kidney? Who needs a kidney?

Why are you mad at him? What's going on?

Huh? What is happening?

This family is crazy. Tell me more.

Excuse me.

Do not say anything until I take this call

because this is too juicy. I can't miss it.

Hello?

Yes, it's Tyra.

Oh, perfect. Thank you so much.

All right, talk to you soon.

All right, I'll see her on tour.

Well, now, who was that on the phone

and who you gonna see on tour?

Oh, we just found our new Giggle Girl.

Oh, hell no! I'm your new Giggle Girl!

Now, Pat, how you gonna make people giggle

when you dying?

Ain't nobody dying. Where you get that shit from?

It's a miracle.

Yeah, God had told me that my sister was healed.

♪ 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 ♪

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