Why Did I Get Married? Page #2

about looking back here.

- Mike, don't say that.

- What?

I've been telling that big ass

to lose weight for months now.

I'm glad somebody

else said something.

Shelia, I'm gonna give up

my seat, OK? I just won't go.

No, no, no.

What good is that gonna do?

Then I'll be uncomfortable,

and the window lady.

Look. Shoot.

I'll tell you what.

Shelia, um,

what are we gonna do?

Take the bus. Oh!

Drive. That's it. Drive.

Yeah. Then you'll get

some alone time.

You can talk to the Lord

and sing and whatever you do.

All right? Uh...

here we go. I got you.

I got you. Here.

There you go.

That'll pay for the gas.

All right? All right,

so I'll just see you up there.

And get the money back

for that ticket.

All right, come on.

All right.

Mike...

What? Please.

The girl is gonna be fine.

She's grown.

Ma'am, I'm gonna ask you

to deplane, please.

Shelia. Shelia,

are you gonna be OK?

The girl's fine, OK?

She's grown.

Let's go. Come on.

Sit back. Sit back.

Stop it.

Ahem.

I'll see you guys up there.

See you when we see you.

It's OK.

Love you.

She'll be fine.

Just relax.

Yes, Molly.

It's hard to believe

that a woman as educated as you are

could have a friend like Angela.

One of the great things

about going to

a historically black college

is that you get to meet

very interesting people,

and Angela... she's

incredibly intelligent.

She studied chemistry, and when she

couldn't get a job in corporate America,

she took another route.

She started her own

hair care line... Lady Angie.

It's a great product.

I use it myself.

But what about

her husband Marcus?

Wasn't he having trouble

staying employed?

Yes, but they seem to have

worked something out.

I'm sick of dealing with

your ghetto baby mama.

Do you mind?

Excuse us.

And what the hell are you talking

about, "do you mind?"

Y'all ain't never seen

black people on a train?

You ain't never heard

of the underground railroad?

It looks like we've got

a ghetto Harriet Tubman.

Ooh, let my people go.

You heard me?

Snap.

- She's drunk.

- Yeah, we can tell.

- Probably a 40.

- Malt liquor.

Do you always have

to embarrass me?

Look at you, Marcus.

You are an embarrassment, OK?

And I was fine till we dropped

your kids off at Keisha's house.

She's their mother.

What do you want me to do?

Be a man and tell her

to stop talking to me like she crazy.

I'm telling you, Marcus, if she

looks at me one more time cross-eyed,

I'm gonna gut her like a fish.

She wasn't even looking at you.

How would you know?

You weren't even on her face.

You too busy staring at her ass.

Could you lay off

of that for a while?

Could you go to hell for a while?

I'm already there.

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