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-You think I like this sh*t?

-You don't need to curse at me, James.

-I'm just asking.

-No, no. No, you're not just asking.

All right? Nobody's "just asking."

I hate when people say that.

When I got laid off,

the economy was already jacked up.

I mean, how was I to know that

the terrorists would drop the bomb

on us, right here in New York.

-Hey, baby.

-Hey, baby.

I see you found your breakfast okay.

-What?

-Got to go.

-What?

-Listen, I'm late for work.

I'll be home from work around 7:00,

all right?

-Already?

-One sec.

-Wait.

-Love you.

Wait, baby, wait.

I wanted to surprise you, but...

I made reservations for us tonight

at the Jazz Lounge.

Jazz Lounge?

I want to celebrate my baby

getting his promotion.

Damn. You know, I tell you, I must have

done something really special

in my past life to get loved up

with someone as fine as you.

Nubian queen. I'll tell you.

Look, I got to go.

Hey, have fun on your day off.

First of all, your mother plays Xbox.

My mother has a job.

What took you so long?

I thought you wasn't coming

to see me no more.

Is that what you thought?

James, you've been supported

every month, all right?

I'm sorry that I don't

pat you on the back daily

just because you tried

to get a job today,

which is something you're supposed

to be doing every single day.

You know... Yo, check this.

I tell you what. Yo, I'm not here

to be a burden on no one.

Okay? So how about

I do my thing, you do your thing.

I'll move out, so that way you don't

have to stress out why I'm tripping.

All right. I mean, if that's how you feel...

If that's what you wanna do,

I'm not gonna stop you.

Yeah, well...

I'll start packing this afternoon.

By the time you return from work,

I'll be handing over your keys to you.

That'll be it.

Okay. That's fine.

That's no problem. I gotta go.

So I guess

I'll just see you when I get back.

Whatever.

Yo, dawg. You want a cut?

I'm free. Come on.

Yeah. You're gonna stay free

if you're waiting for me, nigga.

Yeah. You're gonna stay free

if you're waiting for me, nigga.

It's like that, Ty?

Oh, all right, all right. You know,

dude trying to eat,

trying to do the right thing,

and you want to play me.

Cool. Cool, because I'm on my grind, B.

I drop my CD this summer.

You know, I mean, the majors gonna be

throwing mad dough at the kid.

You gonna be the groupie nigga like,

"Hey, yo, L, remember me

from the barbershop, son?

"What's up with them concert tickets?"

"Security! F*** out of here, nigga."

Take it easy, man. Peace.

Don't be harassing my customers.

You can't help that man 'cause

he doesn't want his head bleeding.

Hey, yo, that was a condition, yo.

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