Kevin Hart: Let Me Explain

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This is Harry GoodSpeed

and the Plastic Cup Boyz,

here at the Kevin Hart mix

and mingle after-party, baby.

It's going down.

Let's go, baby!

Hey, yo, that little jackass

right there dancing!

Hey, come on, get this!

Craziness, as usual. Crazy.

Yo, I'm about to make a toast.

You trying to roll?

No, no. I got some girls in

the stairway waiting for me.

All right, well... Ew! Nasty ass.

Brian, come on.

And stop leaving me, jackass!

Spank, I'm about to make a toast, yo.

Hey! Hey, yo! Yo! Everybody, real quick.

Let me get your attention.

Welcome to my mix

and mingle event, everybody.

Yeah, that's right, boy!

We're toasting to a great year, man.

It's been a great year for me.

We're gonna have a blast tonight.

Drinks are free, it's all on me.

What up, Big K!/

It's a celebration!

Have fun, everybody!

Kevi-Kev! Baby boy!/

What's up, baby?

How you feeling, baby? Good to see you.

Hey, thank you for inviting

a dapper brother like me.

No problem, man.

They say you ain't been

talking to your dad.

Is that sh*t true?

No. Let me explain something

to you. Listen, that's not...

Get your sh*t together.

No. No, dude. Hey, hey.

I can explain what...

Hey, boo!/

Wow! How you doing?

Is it true you don't f*** with

dark-skinned b*tches no more?

Huh?

You ain't even dark-skinned!

Let me explain something to you.

No, no, no, no/

I said... Wait, now.

I don't wanna hear it. Neither do my girls.

Do your girls? Listen, let me talk to you.

What are you doing, man?/

You got some goddamn nerve!

Get your ass over here, man.

That girl be yelling at me.

I can f***ing yell back.

Nigga, you asked for that!

That's the price of fame.

That's the dumbest sh*t I've ever heard.

I can't deal with you, man.

I need somebody to talk some

sense into your dumb ass.

Harry/

Yo, Spank!

That's stupid for you to get Spank.

Yo!/

Listen, jackass over here mad,

'cause he can't compare to Eddie Murphy.

What was that?/

What?

First, quiet. First of all,

I never said anything like that.

Dude! That's the price of fame/

What the f*** are you... I never said...

Let me explain something to you, Spank.

What I just said...

Ain't nobody trying to hear that sh*t.

Hey, yo, yo. Yo. Hey, Na'im!

F***ing Kev over here getting upset

because Soul Plane bombed.

It bombed. It flopped/

That was yesterday!

That's the price of fame.

You asked for this.

Kev, Kev. Kevin motherfucking Hart/

Who the f*** is this?

No. Hold on, man. Listen, I'm a fan.

Oh, thank you/

But only in America.

What?/

You ain't sh*t until you perform in Paris.

Okay/

Old LAB-ass nigga. Local-ass b*tch.

Come on, y'all.

Hey, Terry! Hey! Get him out of here!

Hey! Hey!

I can't believe this sh*t, man.

Whoo! You got to be kidding me.

I can't even enjoy myself

at my own mix and mingle party.

I put this party together!

Why can't I enjoy myself?

'Cause I'm dealing with a bunch of people

who wanna tell me about my life.

Why you gonna talk to yourself?

You know what?

Be a man and confront somebody.

Want me to explain myself?

That's exactly what I'mma do.

Nate! Nate!

Where's Nate at?

Y'all seen Nate? Nate!

Come here.

I know what I wanna do.

I want you to call the Garden,

tell them I'm coming down there

to get some sh*t off my chest right now.

Kevin, all this food,

and you want Olive Garden, man? For real?

Nate, ain't nobody talking about

no goddamn Olive Garden.

I'm talking about

Madison Square Garden, Nate.

Tell them I'm coming down there right now

to explain some sh*t.

We can't just call the Garden/

God damn it, Nate! What are you doing?

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