Big Momma's House Page #3

- I'd take a run at you.|- Man, shut up.

Big Momma? We're here.

Lord!

- Look what the wind done blew my...|- Hi.

Damn, you fine...

Sherry, you changed.

Me? Look at you, Big Momma!|I hardly recognise you.

Child, that's only make-up.

Now come on over here|and give your Big Momma a great big hug.

It's so good to see you, Big Momma.

- I thought you'd forgotten all about me.|- Hush your mouth, child.

- Big Momma could never forget that ass.|- What?!

Ma. Asthma.

Remember you had asthma?

I remember it like it was yesterday.

You used to puff and wheeze|somethin' wicked.

I said "Sherry, are you all right?"|You said...

Oh, damn. Big Momma gettin' light-headed.

Wait a second.|Maybe we should take you upstairs.

Bless your little asthmatic heart.

- Who's he?|- Oh, Big Momma. That's Trent, my son.

You haven't seen him since he was a baby.

Oh, yeah. Trent!

Hi, Trent.

- Say hi.|- I should've known just by lookin' at him.

Look at that nappy little grapefruit head.

You know, it runs in the family.|Grapefruit heads.

Your granddaddy had a big-ass head.

The hotel out by the freeway had a pool.

- Sweetheart...|- He's a quick little one, isn't he?

- Yeah.|- They grow up so fast,

what with the colour television an' all.

But he'll come to find Big Momma|pretty quick herself.

- I'm starving.|- Are y'all hungry?

- Actually, we are pretty hungry.|- Come on in. I'm here to take care ofy'all.

Come on, Sherry. Come on in.

- Sherry, let me get this bag for you.|- Oh, no, Big Momma. I got it.

You can take mine.

You are somethin'. Isn't he?

You're gonna love Big Momma's cooking.

Think it's gonna be windy today.|There's a draught.

There we go.

See, Sherry, I like to make sure

that my food is properly lubricated.

It goes down easier that way.

Oh, my God. He's gonna kill her.|This guy can't even make toast.

Let's see what's in there to cook now.

We got some pork chops,

turkey necks...

Child, you like these?

One for me...

Well, I'm probably not gonna eat them,|but you can have mine. All right, Sherry?

Now, Sherry,

sit back, watch andlearn.

Malcolm, I don't know how to tell you this...|but your face is falling off!

Big Momma? Are you OK?

- Where's that pot?|- I'm gonna go and start setting the table.

Yeah, you do that, Sherry. Where's that pot?

Malcolm!

What are you doin' over there?

- What are you doin'?|- Take it easy!

Big Momma,|I think you just had a Peeping Tom.

That's all right, child.|I get them all the time.

You do your housework in the nude|and it tends to attract the wrong element.

Nothin' like a little excitement|to get the bloodgoin'.

While lfix dinner,

tell me what brings you|to Big Momma's house after all these years.

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