Love Don't Cost a Thing Page #4

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-Two weeks! That's my final answer.

-Okay, two weeks. Perfect.

-And you better not even think about sex.

-Yeah, yeah. Got it, got it.

-And don't even look at my booty.

-Right. No booty licking.

l mean, looking.

This is a sworn secret, right?

You can't tell anyone about our deal.

Promise?

This is one thing I can guarantee

I will never admit to anyone.

Pinky swear?

You're not late.

My dad says all women

are 15 minutes late--

You know what? Zip your mouth.

Do you own an iron?

-Come here. Let me fix this.

-All right.

All right.

-Sorry.

-The pressure, the pressure.

Sorry, sorry. l'm really ready to go now.

Hold on.

Put this on.

Whoa! Real Sean John!

All right!

This rocks!

-Okay, Alan, let's do this.

-Actually, Alvin.

Like Al Green, because my sister

is actually named Aretha.

Whatever.

Yo, grinder, go home!

-Why is he in our hallway?

-Just be cool.

-Wrong hall, cornball.

-Come on, boy.

Bozo's lost again.

Girl, you are tripping.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, guys. You guys know Al, right?

Why is Tito Jackson here?

Come here, girl. We gotta talk.

-Why is he rolling with you?

-Look, we're friends, all right?

l'm just hanging with him. Okay?

No, we're friends. Have you lost your mind?

Look at him.

He looks like a buggawuf.

lt's gonna ruin your reputation.

Hello? l'm the one hanging

with him, not you guys.

Okay, but as the old saying goes:

"Tell me who your friends are,

and l'll tell you who you are."

Well, as the new saying goes:

"Tell me who your friends are, Yvonne,

and l'll tell you who you wanna be."

-No, she didn't.

-Oh, yes, l did.

Hurry up.

Alvin, did you twist your ankle

or something?

No. l'm just walking.

Nice job sewing on that Sean John

label, buddy. Let me see that.

Wait a minute. ls this real?

Real Sean John?

-Where did you get this?

-Paris Morgan. She let me borrow it.

Give it back!

Paris Morgan?

You expect us to believe

she lent you a sweatshirt?

Why is that so hard to believe?

Because it would imply that

she would speak to you.

Not only did she speak to me,

we walked together. Lingered.

We even had small conversation.

Paris Morgan had this actual sweatshirt

on her actual body?

-Yeah.

-Let me smell it one more time.

Don't be that way, brother!

That's a nice scent.

Wait, it's on fire!

-Hose it down!

-Put it out!

-Turn the water on.

-What's going on, Mr. Johnson?

Okay, it's out!

-"Sean Jo."

-Could be Asian.

Sean Jo.

-Smell like burnt Paris Morgan now.

-That's how hot she is.

That was a good one.

Okay, okay. Ladies, look and learn.

Keep it gangster!

-Now, what do you call that?

-High maintenance.

Dang, Ted. Didn't realize

you were so talented.

Yo, Paris, you're the one who went

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