Girls Trip Page #8

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I don't want to be judged right now.

I'm the last person to judge you, but...

Guys. Okay, listen.

I really meant what I said earlier.

This weekend is about us.

We haven't hung in five years,

and by the grace of God,

we are here, together.

Come on, let's take advantage of that.

'Cause if we don't... if we waste

this precious time... then shame on us.

Because today is the last day

that we will ever be this young.

She f***ed me up with that one.

All right. Now, the Flossy Posse

is back in New Orleans, so let's go.

Let's go. Let's go, b*tches.

She's right, let's go.

But I will sh*t in that nigga's shoe.

Ryan.

You know it's just a matter of time

before the photographer

shops this picture.

Sash, don't worry. I'm-a handle it.

Come on, y'all!

I love this place so much.

Wow. So, listen, I'm gonna go check us in,

get our credentials. You guys should go

check out the Carousel

Bar and have a drink,

and I'll be back in, like, five minutes.

It's really cute.

- All right.

- To the bar.

- I'm ready to rock.

- Looks nice.

Let's see.

Oh, look at that!

Yeah, your kids would like this.

Man, damn. This is the sh*t, man.

Oh, it's so cool. It's moving around.

Yeah, it's super cute.

Ooh! There goes Stewart.

Oh. A**hole.

- Dina, look at me.

- Don't.

Look at me. Okay, come on, now.

You heard what Ryan

said. Just-just be cool.

I'm gonna be cool, I'm gonna be cool.

I just want to say hi, that's all.

- Why you taking... - Wait...

- I'm-a just say hello.

- No. No, no, don't you say hello.

- No, no, don't...

No, Dina, don't do that. Remember,

- Ryan said this is her life.

- Yes.

- We shouldn't get involved.

- Hold this.

- Dina!

- Dina, no!

No!

- Oh!

- B*tch!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Don't play me, nigga. I will end you.

You and your little

thirsty-ass wannabe MILF...

but not really a MILF.

Nigga, you getting old b*tches

from the resting home?

Is that what you're doing to my home girl?

You f***in' with Gladys Knight, nigga?

Do you got kneepads under

them slacks, Slurpee?

- What?

- Dina, this is my Aunt Marion.

How do you do?

Oh, I'm doing just fine, but you know what?

Your nephew is nasty.

He a nasty nigga.

Oh, yeah, your bloodline is nasty.

Okay, all right, okay,

all right. I'm sorry.

- She-she off her meds today.

- He do people wrong.

- Forgive her.

- You're going to hell!

You so nasty!

In that ugly, tight-ass suit!

- It's ugly!

- It is so very nice to meet you, Miss Auntie.

And that is a lovely blouse

- you have on.

- Why, thank you.

And as for you, Stewart...

I am very disappointed in you... very.

You guys have a lovely afternoon.

Thank you for your time.

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