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around the canyon.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.

- I can't believe this. After all I've done.

Trying to put together a nice vacation.

This is the way you act?

You call this a nice vacation?

And now we're spending the rest

of our time driving back to Chicago...

...to look for a house

that we suddenly can't afford.

- That money was for a house?

- Yes. Can you believe him?

And he bought this stupid

piece-of-sh*t Batmobile.

You know, I'm out of here. That's it.

Rae- It's not a Batmobile, bro.

Rae, where are you going?

Away from you.

- Don't make me call you out your name.

- Oh, I wish you would.

I'll call you out your name.

I'm gonna call you out your name.

I'll cuss you!

- Give me this bag.

- Give me. You better-

Give me this. You know what,

you are getting-

You're getting strong.

You ain't gotta take it out on the car,

either. Damn.

Don't disrespect me, woman.

Honour thine boyfriend,

like it says in the Bible.

There's a flight to Chicago leaving

Vegas airport tonight at 6.

I thought you said

you weren't taking sides.

I didn't know it would be so easy.

Come on, Michael, spending

that money violated a trust, a bond.

I'm gonna snatch them wires

out your ass.

We're headed that way, ma'am.

You're sure welcome to ride with us...

...as long as you don't mind

riding in the back with the boys.

- The boys?

- The boys?

- pay that much again.

Oh, man. I can't even get with this.

- Howdy.

- Hi.

They don't want you, Rae.

They got spurs that jingle-jangle-jingle.

- They got ropes and no steers.

- That's what you think.

Look, look, look. Rae, listen.

Now, black people don't do

this kind of stuff.

Mountain climbing,

getting lost in the forest...

...taking rides with people

we don't know, we don't do that.

So let's just chill, okay?

Goodbye, Michael. I'm leaving.

What you mean-?

- I can't do this.

- You can't do what?

I can't be with you anymore, Michael.

You really tripping.

Oh, now you're gonna

give the ring back.

Okay, come on.

Well, I spent a lot of money on the ring.

No, I didn't mean it like that, Rae.

I may not be an expert, Michael,

but women like to feel important.

The little things, like, well,

sending them flowers for no reason...

...or leaving little notes

in their sock drawers.

Uncle Fester, if you don't get

out of here- Okay, look, Rae.

You done had your fun,

you and the Beverly Hill-buddies.

I'm gonna count to three, and I want you

to get your narrow tail off of this truck.

One.

Two.

I'm at two, Rae. This is two.

Okay, well, go on, then.

I don't need you.

I'm just playing, Rae.

Rae, I'm playing.

What about my ring?

I'll FedEx it to you!

- Damn.

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