Diary of a Mad Black Woman Page #2

I have to be at in a few hours.

So there's got to be

someplace I can take you.

Take me where?

He has alienated me

from my entire family.

He made me put my mother

in a home bec--

Because she didn't fit

into his "American dream."

I don't have anyplace to go.

Lady, I'm really sorry

to hear about that...

but it's the middle

of the night--

-Just stop the truck!

-I'm trying to help you out.

-Just stop the truck!

-I'm not stopping the truck.

All you men are just alike!

You just think about yourselves!

You don't think about

anybody else but yourself!

Just stop the truck,

and I will drive myself...

where I have to!

Pull the truck over!

Hey! Don't grab the wheel!

Hey. Don't touch the wheel.

I'm stopping. I'm stopping.

-Then get out!

-We're in the middle of nowhere.

I don't care!

Get out of the car!

I'll drive myself!

You know what? Now I see

why you're going through...

what you're going through.

Oh, you go to hell!

Have a nice life.

Yeah, you're welcome!

Don't shoot! It's Helen...

your granddaughter!

Don't shoot!

What the hell? Girl!

I always open the door

this time of night shooting...

'cause there ain't nothing

but a crackhead...

or the police knocking

on your door this time of night.

What you doing here this late?

I was in the neighborhood and--

You were in the neighborhood?

I thought I'd come by

and say hi.

You live in a mansion

on the other side of town.

What the hell you doing

in the ghetto?

You ain't on that stuff, is you?

Is you over here trying

to buy some stuff?

I missed you.

Come by in the daylight here.

Don't come by--

Madea, please.

Come on in here.

Who that is at the door?

Shut up, Joe. I got this.

...I'm gonna have

to put my foot down.

Kunta Kinte put his foot down,

and it got chopped off.

Now shut the hell up

and go back to sleep.

I know I had some

cigarettes in this--

Harpo.

Harpo, who this woman?

Joe, go in that room

and take your medicine.

You know you crazy as hell

when you don't take it.

I say hell...no.

What the hell?

Look what you

done made me do!

Oh, hell!

Get the hell up.

You didn't come by yesterday.

You got to eat something

out there on them streets.

You got to be careful,

you hear?

Look at you. Lord help me.

You ain't got

no regular clothes, do you?

What?

Helen...hey.

Debrah?

Yeah, girl.

You gonna hug me?

Yeah.

So, how are you doing?

You look good. You look good.

Marrying that rich lawyer.

When we were kids, we both said

we'd get a rich man, right?

We both got lawyers.

Deb, what--

what's going on?

Don't. Don't do that.

Don't judge me.

Thank you. I got to go.

You take care of yourself

out there.

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