Meet the Blacks Page #4

- I don't feel that right now.

- Babe, the kids do trust you.

They hate me, Carl.

The kids don't hate you.

No, they don't.

You guys just need...

to get to know

each other a little bit.

- I'm trying.

- And I know that you're getting upset.

It's irritating you

to see little Carl Jr...

running around here

with a little Batman outfit...

with his little

ass cheeks cut out.

- It's a vampire.

- Okay, a vampire outfit.

And Allie's running around

with Mr. Frosty...

- whoever the f*** he is.

- His name is Freeze.

Yeah, I'ma freeze his ass.

That's what I'ma do.

Please trust me on this.

- I have trusted you.

- Well, keep trusting me, then.

We got

the Wings and Things...

we got the house,

we got the car.

Look, let's enjoy this.

- You living the life.

- Okay.

I'm gonna believe you.

- Believe me.

- Bye-bye.

Carl Black!

And you are

Mexican and black.

- Carl, goodbye.

- I'll be right back, all right?

We interrupt

our program...

to bring you

this important message.

As everyone knows,

tonight is the Purge.

- Oh, my God.

- Ana' you know why we gotta purge.

First of all...

for all of you

who keep thieving...

killing, selling drugs

that we can '2' tax...

for all you who ain't

paying your child support...

but just bought a brand-new Xbox

and some Jordans.

I'm talking to bankers

making a cool million...

each time you sneeze...

while the public can't afford

to pay the mortgages...

that you sold them.

So tonight,

as Americans...

we Purge-

Hey, if you ain't done

nothing wrong...

you got nothing

to worry about.

Purge ain't about you.

It's about the rest of you.

And you know who you are.

Good thing

we're in Beverly Hills.

Yeah.

Knock, knock.

Yeah!

They gonna love this

back in Chicago.

Somebody's got to do it.

Yeah, we're in the money!

We got money!

Where'd you get

all this money from?

- Damn, girl!

- Hold on, hold on, girl.

- Hold on.

- All right.

What?

Who is this?

Hey, girl,

let me call you back.

You better call Freezee.

You know he be tripping.

- All right.

- Love you, girl.

All right, love you, too.

Bye!

Bye!

This is some dumb sh*t.

Big Sean!

Oh, nigga,

I thought you was Big Sean.

Freezee!

What are you doing here?

You scared me half to death.

You know I couldn't be

in Chicago without you, baby.

I'm rich.

If you say you're my friend,

you're my friend!

My dad!

Baby, how did you get here?

- You don't have a car.

- Baby, with love like ours...

I don't need a car.

I took the Greyhound.

- You took the Greyhound?

- Three days and three nights...

just like Jesus Christ did

in the desert with Moses...

Adam and Eve.

"Holy-lujah."

Baby.

Oh, my God.

If Dad catches you here...

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