Madea's Family Reunion
Good morning, baby girl.
Now, baby, I got|to go to work.
So, I thought|that this salt bath...
would help with|your soreness.
I love you.
Enjoy your bath.
I know, mom.
Yeah.
Soon.
OK.
OK, bye.
- Hey! Hi.|- Hey, guys.
Let's go.
Where are we going?
It's a surprise.
I'm afraid.
Oh, wait, I have to|get my purse.
We got you covered.|Come on, girl.
No, I can't leave|without my phone.
I am so glad you came.
What do you mean?|You guys kidnapped me.
Well, you deserve it...
and so do I.
All that running around|with my 2 kids.
How are my niece|and my nephew anyway?
They are wonderful...
but you know we had|to move in with Madea.
Neither one of these|baby daddies...
Triflin'. You know.
It's OK. I'm doing|what I gotta do.
That's a black|woman's motto.
We don't always do|what we want to do...
but we always do|what we have to do.
You should've let me|bring my purse.
You guys can't|afford all this.
Lisa, we wanted to do|something special for you.
Will you relax?|We got it.
Hi.
Hey.
I'm Frankie Henderson.
You ride my bus|all the time.
The number 9.
Right.
Is this your gym?
No, I just|dropped off a painting.
Well, it was good|to see you again.
Look, I was|just wondering...
would you like to go|out with me sometime?
and I know|this place maybe...
You are bold.
You're gonna ask her out|right in front of us?
You know we're gonna|talk about you, right?
Yeah, well...
now that I'm|officially embarrassed...
Excuse me.|I'm her sister.
She'll be calling you.
Good.
All right, bye.
Bye.
Lisa!
Looks like somebody's|got a secret admirer.
Oh, please. You are|taking this number.
No, you didn't!
Yes, I did.
What did he say?
What could he say?|He had to come clean.
He was married.
I am so sick of dating.
And ya'll want me|to go on a date.
'Cause you need to.
You haven't been|out in two years.
Let's talk about you.
In less than ninety days...
you're gonna be marrying...
one of the most eligible|bachelors in Atlanta.
And he's rich?
What did you say he do again?
He's an investment banker.
Yeah, my mom introduced|me to him last year.
I don't even know what|an investment banker does...
but he must be|doing it very well.
Living here|on the 30th floor.
Just a second.
Who can that be?
I don't know.|You better get it.
Oh.
Are you|Miss Lisa Breaux?
Yes, I am.
May I come in?
Yeah, sure.
What's going on?
You...
are under arrest.
Oh...
No, no, no.|Stop, stop, stop.
No, no. Just stop.
- Just enjoy it.|- Really!
No, really,|you have to go.
No, no, no, no, no,|you have to...
- Girl...|- Please stop that!
I should've cashed my check.
You have to stop|this right now.
OK, OK. Just stop!
Hi, honey.
Hi. I am so sorry.|This was...
this was our idea.
It was all your idea.
Oh, don't be silly.
- Don't be silly.|- I'm Vanessa.
I'm Lisa's sister.|It's really good to meet you.
- This is your sister?|- Yeah.
Come here. So you're|family, family, family.
Come here.
Well, hey, hey.|You guys carry on.
Do your thing, brother.
All right.
Have a good time.
OK. Put the music back on.
No, no, no.|You guys have to go.
Why? He said it was OK.
Donna, look what|she got back there.
She don't need this. Come on!
Whatever.
I paid you|for a full dance...
so we gonna finish|at my house.
It was really good|spending time with you.
Thank you.
Love you. Love you too.
OK, bye. See you guys! Bye!
- Call us!|- I will! OK.
What you doing|bringing him in my house?
And I've been calling you.
I've been|calling you all day.
I left my phone here.
You love making|me angry, don't you?
I think you do this|on purpose.
You see how nice|your life could be...
if you just do what I say?
Fix your hair.
Mrs. Breaux.
Victor.
You look fantastic.
Thank you.
Hello. Hi.
- You look wonderful.|- Thanks.
Sweetie, my darling.
Thank you.
Well, I just came...
from my mother-of-|the-bride dress fitting...
and the gown is gorgeous!
That B. Michael is a genius.
Sit up straight, dear.
What is wrong with you?
You're so mopey when|you should be so excited.
Well, I'm not, Mom.
I know. You just have|cold feet, that's all.
That's normal.
He hits me.
When?
Often.
Well, you must stop|doing what you're doing...
to make him angry.
What?
Women sometimes have|to deal with things...
to be comfortable.
Mom, listen...
You listen.
Now it's time|for you to grow up.
Of course|you're gonna marry him.
What else are you|gonna do...
work in a bridal shop|like your sister?
Now, just be a good wife.
Do what the man says...
and you won't|have any problems.
Waiter!
Yes, ma'am?
I will have the salad|with bleu cheese...
and no bacon, please.
What would you|like, darling?
Now, why were you stealing?
'Cause I was hungry.
What happened to your|other foster parents?
They don't care.
They didn't even know|that I was gone.
Have a seat|until I can get...
a representative|here from child welfare.
Call the next case.
City of Atlanta|versus Mabel Simmons.
Madea!
What are you up to now?
She took off her|house arrest bracelet.
You better have a good|reason for taking it off...
because I have a good mind|to send you to jail right now.
Actually, she does.
She takes care|of my elderly father...
and, he was sick,|and she needed to get...
Oh, I don't|believe that crap.
You don't know how to lie.
What kind of lawyer|don't know how to lie?
Lie and lawyer go together.
Lie-awyer, lie-awyer.
Do you take care|of his father?
Yes, I have to though...
'cause ain't nobody else|gonna take care of him.
That's my only brother,|and I take care...
of his kids|when he has court...
and I take care|of my great-niece...
and her children.
They at my house too...
'cause I open my house|up to anybody in need.
They can|come to my house...
get a good meal, everything.
That's why|I can't be tied down.
I have to be going|to the store and stuff.
I feed the homeless|and help the hungry.
I'm going out in|the highways and by-ways
and doing what|the lord told me to do.
Praise him.|Thank you, Jesus.
Does she watch your kids?
She's a big|disciplinarian though...
but they have a lot|of respect for her.
Really?
Stand up, Nikki.
Mabel Simmons...
since you can't seem to act|like you have any sense...
except if you're|caring for somebody...
meet Nikki Grady.
You're her new foster mother.
The hell I am.
Hell, no!
It's a reason why God put|a woman through menopause.
I'm past 60, honey.|You know what that mean?
Madea, calm down.
Ain't supposed to be|bothered with no bad kids.
I will kill|that little girl.
I don't know her.
She might be one of them|Sandinistas or something.
She might be...
So? You ugly anyway, old lady.
She trying to get me the|electric chair already.
Either you're|her foster mother...
or you're a prison mother.
I'll take the prison|for 200, Alex.
Lock me up. I'd rather be...
in Martha Stewart's|old cell...
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