I Can Do Bad All By Myself Page #2

I love you.

I can't give you another drink.

Okay. All right. Okay.

I'm gone. I'm gone.

-Have it your way.

-Hurry up.

-Hey.

-Be careful.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Oh, hey, April.

-Hey.

You got some money?

Man, didn't I just give you

some money?

Yes, I did.

Don't lie. Don't lie.

Hey, hey! Hold it! Hold it!

Man, superstar coming through.

Should I get this? Wifey's calling.

Sh*t, I wish you would.

I dare you. Put it down.

You need to fix

the floor in the bathroom.

Everything in this damn house

is broken.

Well, when I get some money to fix it,

I'll fix it.

But until then,

what you get is raggedy.

Who's snapping?

Hello?

Hey, baby.

No. No, I ain't off--

-You did? Stop.

-Stop.

You what?

Janice, I told you....

No, I know that. Look, I'm happy.

Look, I said I'm happy.

Yeah, okay. I'll call you later.

-Yeah, you sound real happy.

-She's pregnant.

Congratulations.

April, you know good and damn well

I don't want no more kids.

I can barely pay

the damn bills in my house.

And yours.

What the hell am I gonna do

with some more kids, huh?

I got four already. I can't even handle

this damn child support.

-Killing my ass.

-Whose fault is that?

What did you say?

Nothing.

-You said something.

-Nothing. Baby, nothing.

It's nothing.

Nothing.

-Nothing?

-No.

What, you gonna tell me

you pregnant now?

You know I don't want kids.

All I want is you.

Well, good. Come on.

-I gotta go.

-Okay.

You know I love you, right?

Me too.

Now, go tell wifey I said hi.

Kiss the kids for me.

-That's funny.

-I'm serious. Tell wifey I said hi.

I'm going to sleep.

This better be the right address.

If I go one more place, and y'all

done sent me to the wrong place...

...I'm gonna hurt somebody.

Get on out of the car, little boy.

Come on, girl, with that attitude.

You call that a knock?

Bang on the door and step down here.

Somebody gonna open this door,

I don't care.

-Okay!

-Kick the door, kick it.

What the hell y'all banging my door

for at this time of the morning?

It's 7 a.m.

I don't know who you think

you talking to...

...but it is 12:
30 in the afternoon.

-Do you know these children, hooker?

-No.

Aunt April.

Snitch.

All right, that's my niece

and my nephews. What did y'all do?

They broke into my house...

...and broke my VCR

trying to steal something.

I want my money.

That's why I brought them.

These are not my kids.

You know what?

-Take them to my mama.

-Hold the hell on.

They ain't seen your mama

in four days.

-That's not like her. Where is she?

-They don't know.

Hell, why I'm supposed to know?

I don't know. I don't know her.

Okay, my sister is dead.

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