Booty Call Page #5

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- Lystie.

Nikki. It is getting late.

Look, since y"all tired,

and we definitely tired...

...y"all go ahead.

We can kick it here.

No, let"s still play cards.

Ain"t nobody going nowhere.

- So, Lystie.

- What?

Can I ask you a hypothetical question?

Have you ever made a brother wait

seven weeks to get up on that thing?

Why are you asking her? She ain"t

never made a man wait 30 minutes.

Do I smell a whore?

No, see, I have full confidence

in my sexuality.

And I don"t toil over it,

unlike some prudes that I know.

- Prude?

- Prude.

Oh, see, I am nobody"s prude.

I just don"t wanna rush into having sex.

And, see, that may be hard

for you to understand.

Oh, really? Well, you might

be able to understand that...

...if you cleared away those cobwebs

from your coochie.

Coochie cobwebs?

- Why don"t we just deal.

- Don"t stop now. I wanna see them box.

Let"s get ready to rumble!

What"s up?

Y"all ready for another one?

L"d rather be shopping.

Well, where is the love in this room?

I got plenty of love,

I just can"t seem to get to it.

Do you ever stop?

No. I don"t ever stop.

- Oh, really?

- Really.

So are we gonna play cards or what?

Oh, girl...

...your feet are kind of strong,

but the softest feet in the world.

Damn, man!

Get those big, jungle-rot,

alligator feet off mine!

You could snatch a salmon

with them eagles" claws!

Big old cheese knots...

Damn, something winked at me.

Feet look like they played

soccer with wolves.

Get your feet off me, man.

Look like monkey hands.

Well...

Suck it. Oh, yes...

Oh, you gonna play

with a brother"s ass.

You the MVP. A little lower.

Hit me on the taint.

It "t"ain"t" the ass

and it "t"ain"t" the lip.

Man, you talk about toe jam.

Let me get my head together.

L"m about to cramp up.

I got a little cramp in my leg.

You got any napkins?

You know, I think I left

my gas on in my stove.

- Bunz, you know how to work a pilot?

- Yeah.

Lystie, your stove"s

not even hooked up yet.

You know what,

and speaking of remodelling...

...l"ve got some paint samples

that I need to mix.

Do you think you can assist me?

I sure the f*** could, girl.

That"s my sh*t. Let"s go.

Hold up. Excuse me.

Where do you guys think you"re going?

- Nikki, we are gonna head on out.

- You ain"t even played the hand yet.

- We just did.

- We just did.

- Ciao.

- Lystie, wait a minute...

- Woman, mind your business.

- No, wait...

Give me that.

Oh, yes.

Oh, baby. All you got to do

is tell me how you like it.

Oh, no, baby, you might think

l"m freaky.

I don"t think you"re freaky.

It really turns me on

when a man can do impressions.

- Imitations.

- Imitations?

Imitations, yeah.

Like, powerful men.

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