Madea's Family Reunion Page #2

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You don't know how to lie.

What kind of lawyer|don't know how to lie?

Lie and lawyer go together.

Lie-awyer, lie-awyer.

Do you take care|of his father?

Yes, I have to though...

'cause ain't nobody else|gonna take care of him.

That's my only brother,|and I take care...

of his kids|when he has court...

and I take care|of my great-niece...

and her children.

They at my house too...

'cause I open my house|up to anybody in need.

They can|come to my house...

get a good meal, everything.

That's why|I can't be tied down.

I have to be going|to the store and stuff.

I feed the homeless|and help the hungry.

I'm going out in|the highways and by-ways

and doing what|the lord told me to do.

Praise him.|Thank you, Jesus.

Does she watch your kids?

She's actually really good.

She's a big|disciplinarian though...

but they have a lot|of respect for her.

Really?

Stand up, Nikki.

Mabel Simmons...

since you can't seem to act|like you have any sense...

except if you're|caring for somebody...

meet Nikki Grady.

You're her new foster mother.

The hell I am.

Hell, no!

It's a reason why God put|a woman through menopause.

I'm past 60, honey.|You know what that mean?

Madea, calm down.

Ain't supposed to be|bothered with no bad kids.

I will kill|that little girl.

I don't know her.

She might be one of them|Sandinistas or something.

She might be...

So? You ugly anyway, old lady.

She trying to get me the|electric chair already.

Either you're|her foster mother...

or you're a prison mother.

I'll take the prison|for 200, Alex.

Lock me up. I'd rather be...

in Martha Stewart's|old cell...

fighting for my virginity...

than to be sitting there|dealing with this.

She'll be a great|foster mother, your honor.

This a Benz.|What kind of drugs you sell?

I don't sell drugs.

I'm a lawyer.

You get the drug dealers off.

That ain't no way to|talk to no grown person...

and stop poppin' that gum.

Don't tell me what to do.

Madea.

You better get her.

She don't know who|she's talking to.

You better|ask somebody, honey.

You know, the kids|are doing well.

Yeah, and Deborah...|how's she doing?

She's doing good,|15 months clean.

Good. I thought I was|gonna have to hide my purse...

at the family reunion,|'cause she used to steal.

No, you won't|have to do that.

So, where's it|gonna be this year?

Gonna be|at Aunt Ruby's.

Little girl, I'm gonna|ask you one more time...

to stop popping that gum.

Whatever.

You going|to Lisa's wedding?

Yeah, I'm going.

I tell you, that Vanessa's|been wearing me out...

asking me about I'm going.

Little girl, if you don't|stop popping that gum...

Look! If you touch me...

I'm gonna call 911.

My daughter tried that.|I hit her so hard...

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