Madea's Family Reunion Page #4

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is tap that|to get it in line.

See?

I'm 'a tell Mabel|you broke it.

Wait now, Mr. Jones.

I'm tell her you did it.

Hey, Isaac broke|your lawnmower.

- I did not.|- Yeah, you did.

You did. He broke it.

How you doin', Isaac?|Good to see you.

How you doin', Madea?

What's going on, man?|How you doin'?

Hey, Brian.

- How are you?|- Good, good.

I was sure hoping they|would lock you the hell up.

Only thing locked up|'round here is your bowels.

Now shut the hell up.

How you doin', Daddy?

Hey, Brian.|Hey, uh, Tiffany...

How you doin'?

Daddy, this is|not my daughter.

They all look alike to me.

Who it's for?

Madea is her|new foster mother.

You're gonna have|a house guest.

That child ain't|staying here.

You can't stay here.

Go back to where|you came from.

You can't stay|in this house.

Bad enough|you let that gal...

move in here|with them two babies...

making all that|racket...

all day long,|now you brought her.

Every time I send you|somewhere...

you come back|with somethin'.

Take it back.|We don't want it.

Return to sender.

I remember I sent you|somewhere too...

and you came back|with somethin'.

You still itchin'?

Yo' mama.

Hell. That's my|mama too, ain't it?

Don't say that|in front of this child.

Come in the house.

I'll show you where|you're sleeping.

Daddy, you gotta stop|being so mean.

I wish I had been|mean to your mama.

Then I wouldn't be|sitting here...

Iooking at you right now.

That's crazy as hell, all|these people in this house.

I'm gonna call|the fire marshal.

That is against the law!

I'm gonna|need some weed...

to be dealing with|all these people in here.

Babies crying|every five minutes.

Hell!

How you doin'?

Why, thanks, I'm fine.

My heart's all better...

from you shooting me|down the other day.

You still haven't|called a brother.

You still have my number?

Yes? No?

Maybe?

What do you keep|writing in that pad?

Why?

I'm just wondering.

Poetry.

Poetry, wow.

You're a poet?

Will you just drive|this bus, please, man?

You know,|I like poetry too.

Check this out.

Roses are red...

violets are blue.

If you go out with me...

you will like me too.

A smile!

Ladies and gentlemen,|hallelujah, I see a smile.

You are so...

You should|go out with me.

I know this|great spot... poets.

Lady, please say yes|so he can shut up.

What do you say?

I've had a really|long day...

my feet hurt, these|pantyhose are too tight...

and I got two kids at home|waiting for me.

Two?

Yeah, two.

I bet he don't want to|go out now. Two kids?

Dude, she said "two kids."|Think about it.

- You need to shut up.|- Don't start, Tyreka.

I got a son.

Maybe we could make this|a family thing...

if you say yes.

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