Original subtitles

- Previously on "Bigger..."

- Wait a minute. Are those balls?

- Mm-mm. Let me see.

- No.

- Are you still fucking with dude like that?

- Okay, like, maybe a little teeny tiny bit.

- Tracey was one of the original stars

of the reality show "Basketball Exes."

When Tracey's man cheated on her,

it was with Keisha.

- I'm ready to fake it till I make it.

Show me the social media hustle.

- I do.

Oh, wait, no, is that, like, something

you say at the actual wedding?

- You're saying yes? - Yes.

♪ I know what you like ♪

♪ I can see you ain't all right ♪

♪ I just want to change your life ♪

♪ Baby, I can make it right, yeah ♪

♪ I just need one night ♪

♪ Life is like a whirlwind ♪

♪ We just caught in the middle ♪

♪ We watch the world spin ♪

- I'm keeping it cool with Tracey

because I know she's crazy.

Aaron used to tell me all about her,

how she's always thinking everybody's after her man.

I mean, he saw other women even when he was with me.

Because that's what basketball players do.

I wasn't even trippin'.

And that's why I'm able

to still see him from time to time.

I let him be him.

But with Tracey,

the T stands for thirsty.

She wants too much.

I mean, she signed up to be a baller's girl

just to get mad about what that comes with.

Dumb bitch.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- This ho stupid.

Uh-huh.

Ooh, girl, that could not be me.

[laughs]

I know that's right.

Thirst-- - She wants too much.

I mean, she signed up to be a baller's girl

just to get mad about

what that comes with.

- Hello.

Hello.

- Hey, Deon.

- [mumbling]

One, two. Okay.

3,000 this time?

- [laughs] Yep, yep.

Thank you. - Thank you.

You keep my Instagram lit.

Yeah.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Oh.

Jeez.

Why is it always men that are good at sex

have a line of these...

But not one of these?

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

- Guess whose vagina I get to see today.

- The crazy lady who thinks your speculum is a duck?

- No, sweetheart, not the duck lady's vagina.

Sweetheart, I get to see yours. Whoo!

Only if you want me to, of course.

Consent is real.

Sweetheart, this is just a long way of me saying

that I have the day off.

[laughs]

In fact, I'll come and pick you up.

We can go get breakfast before you go to work,

and, oh, I know this great brunch spot--

- No, I actually slept at Veronica's,

and she's just gonna give me a ride to work,

so don't even worry about it.

- Oh. Okay.

- But I want to see you, too, okay?

Just after I close.

- Yeah-- - Promise.

Okay, I love you. Bye.

- I love you. Bye.

- Ugh.

Oh, my God, you play too much.

- And you're a horrible liar.

He's probably hacking your phone

and tracking your ass right now.

- No, he's not.

Okay, help me find my panties.

- Let me put my pants on first

'cause he might be at that door.

I'm gonna put these paws on him.

[barks] - Yeah, he's not coming.

Greg doesn't do the hood.

- Why you always gotta talk

about how I live in the hood?

- I'm just joking.

- [scoffs]

Your bougie ass.

- You know what, I don't even know why I'm looking in these.

It's not like I'm gonna put on panties

that were inside of high tops.

That's how you get a yeast infection.

Call me?

- Not after you said yeast infection.

That's a dirty clothes pile. - That's how you like it.

I'll talk to you later.

- Okay. - Okay.

[laughs]

[dramatic music]

The key to surviving a walk of shame,

move quickly, don't make eye contact.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- I found your drawers!

- Keep 'em!

- Okay.

- Walking the hands out into downward-facing dog.

Lift the hips up.

Press the heels down.

Deep breath in.

Exhale.

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

Sorry, ladies.

Breathe in.

And arch into cat.

Tucking the hips.

Up into full cobra.

Oh, God.

Um...

down into low cobra.

Um...

and, uh, full cobra.

♪ ♪

- Will I be wearing a thong?

Actually, that depends on

which restaurant you take me to.

Where we going? - [clears throat]

You really just gonna do that shit in front of me?

- You can't be in my bed and in your feelings.

Pick one.

Uh-huh. No, I heard you.

[laughs]

You are too silly.

Oh, I love that restaurant.

With the view?

- Oh, man.

- Good morning.

- Hey, how you doing, Layne?

- Good. I got something for you.

- For real? - It's vegan.

- And even better.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

- Enjoy.

- You know what, Layne?

You all right.

- Aw, thanks.

- Layne. Look, I am trying.

I really, really, really am.

But my customers are complaining,

and I run a safe space for women, and...

- And use your words.

- This doesn't make them feel safe.

- Because he doesn't have a home?

Okay, these women are working out at 10 a.m.

If their husbands lost their jobs,

they wouldn't have a home, either.

- Look, everything was just fine

before you decided that you--

- Before what, Kristi?

Is everything okay, boss lady?

- I'm good. So good.

- Um...

- Is that--is that a razor?

- No. - Okay.

- Be safe, girl. - Run away, ho.

- Okay, but that mouth knife away.

Let's go in the store.

- That's why you need to go to that little

"Basketball Exes" reunion show.

You gotta represent, Tracey.

And by represent, I mean put that broad in her place.

- I don't want to go up there and embarrass myself.

Yo, fuck her. - You know what, you right.

Fuck her.

That's why we should beat her ass.

- We? - Yes.

- We need to go have your back,

and you need to show her you see her.

And, you know, you gotta do like I do with Shelley.

- Okay?

Do just enough to let that bitch know

I see you, bitch. - Shelley don't see you.

She ain't even looking at your ass.

- Boy, you wish you knew

all the people that was looking at my ass.

- Hey.

Hate to interrupt y'all,

but what are y'all doing here?

- 85 is shut down.

- I was sitting on Monroe Drive for two hours.

Then I just said, fuck it. Called out of work.

- Tracey probably crashed the big rig.

You did it, huh, Tracey?

Just 'cause she don't want to go to the reunion show.

[laughter]

- The reunion isn't until later tonight,

and I still ain't going.

On that show, they control my image,

but as an influencer, I'm in control.

- Tracey found out

Keisha been clowning her on "Basketball Exes."

- Fake ponytail Keisha? - Yes.

- What? We should go.

- We? What is all this we?

Why are we talking in plurals?

Look, I'm the one they want to put up there

so I can act a damn fool.

Like, I'm not about to give them what they want.

- You don't have to be ratchet.

Just tell your side of the story.

- Right. And if you do it right,

then you can become the influencer you want to be.

You know?

And then you know we gonna be there

just in case somebody wants some smoke.

- Oh. - We got it.

what, what. - Bam.

- Bang, bang, bang.

[both imitating gunfire]

[laughter]

- We got you.

- I hate y'all.

[laughter]

- Ooh, we could totally make a day out of it.

We'll get cute outfits.

Liberty will watch the store.

Mm-hmm. - I got you, boss lady.

- Who--wait, hold up.

No, see, y'all trying to make this--

- Don't be a punk, Tracey.

Woman up. - Don't be a punk.

Just face it.

Face...

face the broad.

Don't be a punk.

[overlapping chatter]

- Okay, okay, I'll go!

I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go.

Okay, I'm going.

I'll go.

- What was that? - I'll go.

- Layne, what's going on with you?

I see you inhaling that damn food.

What is the deal?

You didn't get that text I sent you earlier?

- Oh.

If Greg asks, I spent the night with you.

Yes, I fucked dude again. Don't judge.

- You still fucking Reggie?

- You out here trying to be a player, sis?

- No.

I mean...

Okay, you don't have to be sexist about it.

- I knew that dick was gonna have you caught up.

- I am not caught up.

You are just jealous that there

is another lady pimp out here.

- Oh, you a lady pimp now?

- Please, change the subject.

Can we change this conversation, please?

- So y'all don't like it when we play your little game?

- What games?

All men want is sex,

and our egos stroked.

What games have those simple-ass rules?

- Yeah. Mario Kart.

[phone buzzes]

- Women want to be men

until somebody break in,

or there's a bug to kill.

- Please. I got a gun for that.

- For the bugs?

- You wonder why there are no good men out there.

Because you act like you don't need them.

- Exactly. Next thing you know,

y'all gonna have us sitting while we pissing

while y'all out raping and pillaging and shit.

- Okay, cut it out.

- Hello, hello. Hi.

Or, what's up, what's up?

[laughs]

Okay, hello, sweetheart.

- Hey, baby. - Hi.

- Hi. - Good to see you.

- Yeah.

- So how was the sleepover?

- Oh, boring, boring. You know, we just pillaged.

- Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

Um, I got you this.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- A burrit--yay. A burrito.

- Look at you. Look at you.

Reading your girl's mind and shit.

Layne was just telling us how she

really loves big, big, big burritos.

- Girthy. - Godspeed.

[laughs] Yeah.

- So what are you getting into today, Greg?

- Well, I got the rare day off,

and I decided to try to spend it

with my wonderful fiancée.

- Aww, baby, that's really sweet.

- Well-- - Though, the thing is,

Tracey, you know, my girl here, she needs me.

She's going through something right now,

and I have to give her my full support today.

Yes. - Okay, well, maybe we can--

- You know what, thank you for being supportive.

The sweetest man in the world.

- Hey, can I have a looksie at some of your accessories?

[overlapping chatter]

I want to see what you got going?

- Let me know if there's something I should be doing.

- Damn. Okay.

That's that.

Actually, guys, what are you guys doing?

Huh?

I could really use

your help with a few things,

in fact, with you being there,

I could probably get it done in a jiff.

Huh? What do you say? Go take a ride?

- You still got that Benz?

- No. The AMG? Got rid of it.

I actually upgraded to a Bentley.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, we in.

- Yeah? - Deon just called out of work.

- What? - Called out of work to get--

- What the...

- This is great.

Okay, let's go.

[laughs] Let's go.

Come on, man. - Come on, man.

- Oh, have fun on your man day.

- It's gonna be so much fun.

- Enjoy man day!

- Shotgun!

- Enjoy man day.

- Man day.

- Enjoy man day?

Look, how long is this gonna take?

And who proposes without a diamond?

- Okay, the way she's been acting,

maybe it's best that

I haven't gotten her one yet.

- Oh, my God.

- Guys, I don't know, all right?

But something's off.

I mean, come on.

You haven't noticed anything?

- Look, she has had a lot on her plate lately.

- Yes, she does.

I remember her rushing out to work

when you were here before.

I'm sure she'll settle on something,

or someone, soon.

- Can y'all make these in earrings?

- This not the swap meet.

- My cousin trippin' if she loses this over a big dick

Big dicks don't pay bills.

If they did, I wouldn't be in debt right now.

- Vince, if the next words out of your mouth

ain't "Greg, take us home,"

I'm telling him about your cousin and her horse dick.

- Nah, you wouldn't blow her spot up like that.

- He said in a jiff. Man, I'm about to call an Uber.

- Who is this bitch blowing up your phone,

got you acting grumpy?

It's our man day, and this nigga got some bitch

blowing up his phone, and shit.

[laughs]

Oh, shit, my bad. It's your mom.

You should probably get that.

- Exactly. - My bad.

- Hey, Deon, didn't she call twice already since we left?

Is everything good?

- Yeah, man, she needs a lot of attention.

- Oh.

Hey, you know what worked for my mom?

I got her into some classes.

Yeah.

In fact, first it was Zumba.

- And then we went on to the wine club,

which led to her second hobby, A.A. meetings.

Ugh.

- Damn. I'm sorry.

- Ah, I'm just kidding.

You know what? No, no, I'm not.

Why do I feel like I need to lie

if we're already gonna be family, huh?

Point is, guys, moms are tough.

They really are, and I have been there.

So, Deon, I'm here to let you know

if you need my help, I am here, my brotha.

- Man, I might actually take you up on that.

- Yeah?

Put it there, man.

Oh.

[laughs]

- My mom's an alcoholic, too.

- No, she's not.

- [scoffs]

- Oh, you know what?

There's something else that I want to show you two.

You think I could use your help?

You know, right quick in a jiff?

- Jif, Skippy, Peter Pan, whatever you need, bro.

- Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

But I'd appreciate it if you take off my fiancée's ring

that I just purchased.

- Oh, shit. My bad.

- Yeah, it's a little weird. - It's very nice.

- Mm-hmm. Ooh, gotta get the gas.

Excuse me.

- So you just gonna wear the ring the whole time?

- Absolutely.

- Can we please just play up my eyes?

That way, they won't be so focused on my cleavage

in that outfit.

- Right, I've seen that outfit.

Those hoes won't be able

to call you boring today, honey.

- Boring? Who called me boring?

- I mean, I'm just saying.

They didn't cut you from the show

for being so entertaining.

- Wow.

Maybe I could be more like you, V.

You know, just run through the reunion

like I'm all loose in the cooch.

- Oh, okay. Maybe you could.

Maybe you should.

- You know, never mind about the eyes.

Just, you know, write

"dicks, dicks, dicks" all on my face.

- Okay, Tracey, calm down.

Seriously.

Why are you so mad at me,

and not the ho that stole your man, though?

- You know what? Fine.

I will not try to help.

- Thank you.

- Never mind my little help. But you know what?

Just go on TV. Cry over your little man.

Whoo!

Y'all let these damn men control you.

Really tired.

- Is she talking about me right now?

- Yes.

Your whole "look me at, V,

I'm handling two guys just like you."

No, you're not.

Those men are still controlling you because if they weren't,

you wouldn't be sneaking around

and putting me on the spot to lie.

If you were really in control,

you would be like, "Hey, Greg, your dick is trash.

Let's get that together."

- Wow, that's the last time I share with you.

- I'm just being honest. I'm keeping it 100.

That's what friends do.

- [laughs] You funny.

- How am I funny?

- Because you never keep it 100.

I mean, if you was just keeping it 100,

you would go ahead and tell Layne you smashing her cousin.

- Wait, what?

Vince? Like, my cousin?

- Now you see that's some bullshit.

- It's true bullshit. Are you denying it?

- So you're sleeping with Vince?

- Yep. When I took him shopping,

she was sending him all types of freaky texts.

- Eww, Veronica.

- Anyway, like I said...

you can take up these eyes, please.

Thank you.

- And unlike the other ones, this one has a solar panel.

- Nah, I can't swim in no solar panel.

You should get the one with the pool.

- Not that I'm not bored out of my fucking mind,

but how many more houses we gonna look at?

- I was thinking three more real quick in a jiff.

- Nothing real quick in a jiff about three more.

Look, man, you don't have to impress us, only Layne.

- Okay, my bad, man. My bad.

I just to make sure that everything's right.

You know, Layne's not giving me any feedback.

She not gonna like none of these houses.

You know she don't like trees,

and she don't like two-story houses.

- Yeah, this got both.

- You've never heard the squirrel story?

- The squirrel story? What...

- Yeah, man.

When she was little, she had a second-floor bedroom.

Nice, big tree outside her bedroom.

Well, nice until that squirrel scurried the fuck in.

Layne was so scared,

her dad was in the room for days

with a hammer and a pillowcase, but he couldn't find it.

- Then she had a birthday sleepover,

and her best friend

tried to reach for one of Layne's stuffed animals.

- It was the damn squirrel. - Wait, what?

- Squirrel bit the shit out of that little girl.

Stole a cupcake, jumped out the window, party over.

- They all had to get rabies shots.

The whole school made fun of Layne.

Called her squirrel girl. - Squirrel girl.

- Squirrel girl?

both: Squirrel girl.

- So no...no trees, huh?

- Yeah.

- Well, off with that look.

I guess the only ones that are left are...

None.

You know what, guys? How about this?

Why don't we take a break?

Let's go have a drink, yeah?

- Oh, yeah, I'm with that. - Thank you.

- Okay, great. - Thank you.

- I get to drive it yet? - You cannot drive.

Sorry.

- What up, y'all? It's your boy Vince,

coming to you from man day.

We got $17 beers, truffle fries, and best of all,

no women telling us we ain't shit.

Men, recognize your worth.

Hey, yo, Deon, what you ordering?

- You acting like a real thot right now.

- It's the thot that counts.

- [clears throat]

Time to refill.

Am I right?

Or pour up as I say.

Here we are. Ooh.

[laughs]

How about a cheers, huh?

- To baby beers? - No.

How about cheers to drinking beer

instead of visiting homes Layne would hate?

Cheers.

[laughs]

Ooh. Man.

Guys, I gotta tell you this whole...

preparing to get married thing, it is a lot of pressure.

- You're doing fine.

- Real talk, you're the first dude Layne's ever said

soulmate shit about.

Layne's crazy as hell, but you get her.

If she didn't like you, she'd drop you real quick.

- Yo, remember that debate club guy?

The one she told that her uncle died?

[laughter]

she kept lying to that dude.

[laughter]

- She had an uncle,

but he died like ten years before she told dude.

[both laughing]

- But I'm her dude. - Look.

You're good, Greg. Y'all gonna be fine.

- All right.

You know, I really do appreciate you all, you know,

riding around with me today. Seriously.

I look at you guys like my brothers.

- Same.

- You're pretty much family now.

- Thanks, man.

And you know, as my brothers...

well, I want your word.

I mean, if you guys know anything,

anything at all,

promise me that you'll let me know.

- We got you. - Thanks, Vince.

- Yeah, I mean, yeah, Greg.

I mean, the only thing you probably should know...

- All right.

Just don't move Layne to this boring-ass city

you got us house-hunting in.

- What, Alpharetta?

My whole family lives here.

- Yeah, but we don't.

And...

we're Layne's family,

so she's happier when we're together.

- Bitch, don't touch my fries.

- ♪ I thought we ♪

♪ I thought we were better than that ♪

- Let it out, Deon. Let it out.

The hands are the most used body part.

And men-- boom, boom, boom, boom--

We do not take enough care.

Push his cuticles back so he looks

like he handles money for a living.

Audible sigh. [sighs]

Mm, mm, mm.

♪ ♪

Hey, Deon, why do you think Layne never told me

about her squirrel story?

- No idea.

- But she told you.

- I don't know, man.

I mean, it's just a stupid story.

- Yeah, but...

She didn't tell me about the debate club guy either.

You know, I can't help but ask,

if there's something I need to know, what is it?

I mean--I mean, is there something I need to know?

- Man, stop trippin'. I only know all this stuff

because I've known Layne, what, 20 years?

I'm pretty sure there's stuff that you know

that I don't know.

- Yeah, you're right.

You're right, I'm worrying. I'm worrying.

I said I wasn't gonna worry, and I'm worrying.

I'm also marrying Layne.

She's the last woman I'm going to ever take on a date.

Last woman I'm going to have sex with.

And, you know, one minute, it's smooth,

and then the next minute, she's confusing the hell out of me.

- [laughs] That's just Layne.

She confuses all of us.

Man, this ring, this car--

- Hell, if she don't marry you, I will.

You really know how to make people feel special, Greg.

Salud.

- Salud. Yeah.

Thanks.

- Oh, wow.

[upbeat music]

- Hi, good evening. Hi. Hello.

- Uh, you know what, guys? Hold on one second.

There's an art form to running in these.

Wouldn't want you guys to get hurt--excuse me.

- He did that effortlessly.

- Hey, that nigga is mad controlling.

- Because he went to go grab the car?

- No, he ordered our drinks,

he told the lady to cut my cuticles,

and, uh, he kidnapped us for the whole damn day.

- When you put it like that.

[horn honks] - Hey, Vince, you wanna drive?

- Yes! I thought you'd never ask.

Okay, here I come.

- Take it easy. - Okay.

- How do you-- What's the move?

- Hips, hips, hips.

Yeah, it's all about the lower core.

You got it. - Oh.

- Hey, Deon, I am not gonna leave without you.

- Let's see, let's see. - Come on, Deon.

- Oh, you are a pro. [laughs]

This is the best day of my life.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Hey! [laughs]

Hey!

Um, which one is mine?

- Those three right there.

- It's fine.

- Don't touch me, white boy.

- Well, enjoy.

- Um, that's what you call instant karma.

Never tell your friends' business.

- Oh, shut up!

- Okay, let's just get this over with.

- This is so embarrassing.

- Oh, it's amazing what embarrasses you.

- Seriously, that is exactly why

I didn't tell you about Vince.

Layne it's not that deep, okay?

You act like I was getting married to him or something

and didn't tell you about it.

- Can we not be loud please?

- I am at a fucking reality show reunion.

I will be loud if I want to be loud!

- Quit it, okay. Cut it out, both of y'all.

And me. Okay, let's just remember why we're here.

Tracey, what are you gonna say to Keisha?

- Nothing to get them ratings.

[chatter and applause]

- I'm just gonna be calm.

- Hey, you guys. Hey. - And clear.

- Hey.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

[crowd ohhs]

- Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

[crowd ohhs]

[overlapping chatter]

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

- ♪ You see me now ♪

- All right, bitch, I'm coming!

- ♪ You see me now, Yeah, you're lookin', yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, you're lookin' through your eyes ♪

[crowd ohhs]

- Now talk shit, bitch! Now talk--

[crowd ohhs]

- Bitch, I will kill you!

I will kill you!

[crowd chanting]

- I will fuck you up, bitch!

[crowd chanting]

I'm not afraid, motherfucker!

- Ooh.

- Yo, forget jewelry.

This high gloss catching that sunshine like pow!

Bus stop bitches gettin' whiplash.

- [laughs] Not sure that works

if you're not in the Bentley.

- [laughing] Oh, man, did you see Tracey?

- Girl. - She kicked that girl

across the stage.

How did you even learn how to do that?

- Three more shots over here, please.

- You remember that creepy dorm guy, the janitor?

Guess who ass he didn't try to grab.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Hey, sweetie. - Hey, mwah!

- Y'all, we knocked some bitches out.

[laughter]

- The bitch Keisha went down.

- Eww. Oh, my good-- Eww.

- Sweetheart, who are you?

- Wait till you watch Layne whoopin' ass on TV.

- You fought on TV? Why?

- Because, we had to have our girl's back.

And it felt really good. - It did.

- Wait, what did y'all do? - Our nails.

- To self-care.

[laughter]

- To three baddies who busted some ass

without breaking a nail.

- To the Ride or Die Five.

all: Ohh!

- Plus one. I'm here too.

- We see you, baby.

- I'm gonna keep my glass up

till somebody compliments my cuticles.

[laughter]

I'm serious.

I'm proud.

- So, Vince? - Mm-hmm?

How long have you been fucking Veronica?

- What?

- Layne, I couldn't be happier.

I always wanted a daughter.

- I'm not posting, tagging, liking, or retweeting

none of the memes of you on social media right now.

- Wait, what?

- How come you never told me about you two?

- I just don't want to put her business

out there like that, you know?

- So the women get to cook, serve, and clean.

What kind of "Leave it to Beaver," Stone Age,

barefoot and pregnant mess is this?

- I'm a friend, and friends speak up.

We don't just sit here and watch this go on.

- Maybe at the end of the day, you just want somebody

to grow old with.

- ♪ Ice out ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ They gotta get down ♪ - ♪ Ice out ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm smooth ♪

- ♪ Get down ♪ - ♪ So smooth ♪

- ♪ Like that ♪ - ♪ Ice, yeah ♪

♪ Got it on lock now ♪

- ♪ Like that ♪ - ♪ Yeah, lock ♪

♪ Got it on lock ♪

♪ You see me now ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You see me now ♪

♪ Yeah, you're looking, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, you're looking through your eyes ♪

♪ You see me now ♪

♪ You see me now, You don't gotta hide ♪

♪ You see me now ♪