How Stella Got Her Groove Back Page #2

Dellah's not home rght now.

so leave her a message.

Forget that last message.

That was a stupid one-minute fantasy.

l don't have time to go anywhere.

l've got too much on my plate.

Sorry, girl. Call me.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

IK:
Bertha. l'm totally gnorng

your second message.

-Start packng your sht.

-D!

DELILAH :

We are going to Jamaica.

l don't want to hear you tell me

why you can't go.

STELLA:

l don't thnk l can take the tme.

What? You ain't been nowhere or

done nothing since l was a natural blond.

lt's only a week. Just ask them.

l've got a deadlne

wth these shareholder reps.

Let them share without you for once.

Quincy's home babysitting his dad.

You got nothing else to do.

Easy for you to say. They've got tons

of package trips from New York.

Since it's so last-minute,

l've got to pay full fare.

Don't even go there. Don't even go there.

You're being cheap, Stella.

That's not like you.

It's not even attractive, honey.

Don't be cheap, because

you make enough money to do this.

And you're worth it.

And even if you ain't, l am,

so we're going to Jamaica.

l feel really prvleged

to have ths opportunty.. .

...to be in your presence.

l have to tell you.

Don't get jealous

because l lost a couple of pounds.

A couple?

Yeah. Them Jamaican dudes

will be chasing me all over the island.

You'll be picking up my sloppy seconds.

l gotta go. Goodbye.

Oh, this isn't working.

Can you get me some more

penis material, baby?

Because these boys are just....

It's painful.

Come on.

Share with your friend.

WOMAN:
The captan has turned on

the fasten seat belt sgn.. .

...for our arrval n Montego Bay...

.. .where. as you know.

the weather s always perfect.

MAN:
Welcome to Jamaica.

-Thank you.

-Welcome to Jamaica.

-Thank you.

-Hello.

STELLA:
Hi. Stella Payne.

Sign here.

Could you tell me which room

Delilah Abraham is in?

Ah!

Girl, l've been waiting for you in the bar

for an hour and a half.

-Then where's my rum punch?

-Come on, girl.

-You look so fly!

STELLA:
Don't l?

You think you're cute

with your braids.

-You like them?

-l love them.

They make you look entirely

too damn young.

Wave to Jack and Buddy.

STELLA:

l'm not waving to men l don't know.

DELILAH :

You will.

They're from Chicago.

Got three Super Bowl rings between them.

l get Jack and you get Buddy.

STELLA:
Oh, no, you didn't.

DELILAH:
Oh, yes, l did.

l did not come all the way down here

to turn into a slut.

l did!

A big ho slut, if l can.

All l want to do is run,

read, relax and roll over. Oh, Lord...

...not pick up old, soft football players.

When was your last wide receiver?

Okay? Okay? Come on.

Bertha, l'm gonna get you.

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