The Brothers Page #3

Terry, look, we're your friends.

We just want what's best for you.

Check this out. BeBe is a good woman.

I love this girl.

- I'm sorry, but, man...

- She does her own thing.

She makes good money

at the phone company.

- She's got a job.

- At least, she's got a job.

- She's fine as hell.

- Hey.

Ain't nobody said anything about that.

Thank you. Sh*t!

T, you're my boy. I'm happy for you.

Congratulations.

That's right. Thank you.

Hey, me too.

Best of luck, baby boy.

I appreciate that.

Yo, Terry. You know this is f***ed up,

right? But you're my man.

Congratulations.

Congratulations, man.

I don't know why, but I'll accept that.

Now, I see the champagne has arrived.

We do need to be drinking it.

I got the toast.

To our boy, Terry, here.

And his beautiful girl, wearing

the hell out of that red dress.

And may they have love, happiness,

and all that other sh*t.

All right!

Dr. Smith?

- Dr. Smith?

- Hey.

- How you doing?

- I went down the slide by myself.

Do you want a lollipop?

- Is she better?

- She's much better.

- How've you been?

- I've been all right.

I was just wondering if maybe...

Don't stand there.

Do something.

That's good.

That's perfect.

I like that.

- Jackson Smith. How you doing?

- I'm Denise.

Do I have potential or what?

You know that little girl?

Yeah, she's one of my patients.

I'm a doctor.

Why do you say it like that?

Like, "I'm a doctor."

Like I'm Zeus, king of the gods.

- No, I didn't mean it that way.

- No, I know you didn't.

I'm a freelance photographer,

but I guess you could see that.

An artist?

I like that.

What does your boyfriend think

about that?

That's smooth.

But I don't have a boyfriend,

and I'm not looking for one.

Good. Because I don't

have a girlfriend.

And I'm not looking for one.

Good.

Oh, my God. Girl, you are gonna wear

me out. Don't you ever get tired?

Nope.

I shouldn't even be doing this until

after we're married. I'm a good girl.

Okay, "good girl," that's real cute

and everything but trust me...

...if you weren't,

we might not get married.

- Shut up!

- I'm keeping it real.

- I got needs.

- Yeah, needs.

You know Daddy's just playing with you.

We need to get those

invitations out soon.

And my parents are flying

in a few weeks before.

- And the wedding planner, he's...

- Hey, hey, hey. Will you hush?

Can we stay in the moment?

I know all of that.

Who got this party started?

Girl, I cannot wait

to make you Mrs. Terry White.

Hey, whoa. Okay, now wait a minute.

You promised me that gun

would never be here.

I know. I'm sorry, baby.

I forgot to take it back.

- You know I hate that damn thing.

- I know. Don't be mad.

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