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Just leave it.

Oh, I'm leaving it, all right.

Oh. Andrea.

Uh...

This is not what it looks like.

Is that right?

Do I look blind to you?

Because it looks to me

that you're in a hotel...

waitin' on your ho

to come out and do your business.

Where is she?

Where is the little ho at?

Where is the no-good b*tch at?

I am not a ho,

and I ain't nobody's b*tch.

Ohh!

I told you you were the only woman.

No. No, no, no. You gotta be

kidding me. OK. This is just a dream.

Somebody needs to come

and wake me up!

Robert...

now, it is bad enough

that your girlfriend...

has turned out to be a boyfriend...

but he's even wearing my robe!

Missy, this is not your robe.

It is not even close.

That's my man, and that's my robe.

I know my robe when I see it.

OK, I want you to call me Crystal...

'cause I want you to be

crystal clear on this...

I designed this robe,

so don't even go there!

Oh, I'm gonna take you there, all right...

Aaaah! Aah!

Mm! Ah!

Andrea Collins! Andrea Collins!

Robert, you did not tell me

you were doing Miss Andrea Collins!

Andrea Collins, I am so sorry.

I did not mean to be doing your man.

Let me just tell you,

I have seen all of your films...

and you are

one of my favorite actresses.

Thank you. Ha ha.

Andrea Collins,

you're even more beautiful in person...

th-th-than you are on TV.

I loved your TV show.

- Loose Ends?

- Yes!

Ooh, girl, you were nasty in that one.

- Wasn't I?

- Ooh!

And I watched every episode.

I even saw the reruns.

Well, that's great. Heh. Great.

So, you really designed these robes?

Oh, yes, girl. I designed this robe.

I found the fabric, the Chinese satin...

I even found a Chinaman.

He had two colors... black and cherry.

I put 'em together

and made black cherry!

Oh, no, child. Put that up.

Oh, I'm so sorry, baby.

Oh! Ooh!

I love your coat!

Oh, this old thing?

Excuse me! Andrea...

- Whatever.

- Whatever.

- Now, back to me...

- Yes?

So, whatever happened to Robert?

Heh. Robert?

Heh.

I kicked his cheatin' butt to the curb.

Oh, well, props to you, girlfriend.

All right.

- He deserved it.

- Yes, he did.

Whoo, he was bad news, huh?

Mm. What about that other guy?

- Who, Dennis?

- Yeah.

- I hired him.

- What? You're kidding.

He became my designer,

and we went into business together.

Sure did.

Whoo! I love that. Ha ha ha!

The moral of that story is...

another boyfriend

will always come around.

But a hot stylist?

Child, hard to find.

Ooh, you go, girl!

Ooh.

Lydia?

Why don't you let me drive you home?

Oh, honey, no. I didn't drive my car.

Mm-mm. Didn't you peep my ride?

That is not your limo.

It is my limo.

Cost me a lot of cheddar, but it's mine.

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