The Best Man Page #5

How are you?

Sorry I missed your show.

Congratulations again,

big man.

You doing all right?

Yes, sir.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Julian!

Hi, Shel.

Hello, honey.

Well, well, well. The gang's

all here, back in effect.

Break out the '40s.

Hey, Shelby.

It's nice to see

all of you, too.

Ah.

Harper Stewart.

Richard Wrong,

Langston Snooze.

Hi, Shelby.

I heard about your book, and I

don't think it's cute, Harper.

Listen,

the next time you want to

characterize me in one

of your little projects,

do me a favor.

What would that be, Shelby?

Don't.

Julian, honey, drive

me to Saks, would you?

I can't decide on what I

should wear for the wedding.

I thought

you were wearing...

No, no.

I decided against that.

Urn...

I thought I told you

I had plans.

Plans?

What kind of plans?

I told you I'm hanging out

with the guys tonight.

Oh, honey, that can wait.

You have all weekend for that.

This'll only take a few hours.

Come on.

Urn...

Oh. I see.

It's "Gang up on Shelby" day.

Fine.

If you'd rather be with

them than me, that's fine.

Here it comes.

Am I being that unreasonable?

No.

Honey, no.

No, no. I'm sorry.

Murch, we'll catch up

with you later, man.

Yeah,

I'll see you guys later.

Baby, you're the best.

She be giving him drama.

Seven years

of the same old sh*t.

She makes it

hard for sisters.

I know she gotta

have a LoJack on him.

Harper!

I'm watching you.

Damn, Lance.

That contract is fat, huh?

Obese, player.

Hey, now.

Hey!

Hey, mama.

Come here.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

How are you? I'm good. You

look really great, girl.

So do you. Damn, baby,

how can you tell?

You got the boy all

hemmed up and sh*t.

Lance, shut up. Don't pay

him any mind, Harper.

I won't.

I don't see why you

love this fool so much.

He ain't sh*t.

You ain't sh*t, dawg.

Aw, it's because

he's a true friend.

And he dedicated

his first novel to us.

Hmm, so you read my book, too.

No,

but I heard great things.

Oh, that's good.

When's that girlfriend of yours coming?

I can't wait to meet her.

You've been keeping

this one under wraps.

And for good reason.

Bringing her around y'all

might taint her image of me.

She's coming on Sunday.

You're always so secretive,

Harper.

Oh, no! Look at

the size of this rock, girl!

I'm gonna go blind

just looking at it.

She's got to do finger curls

just to hold that mug up.

Stop it, y'all.

Don't be jelly.

Nothing's too good

for my little Mia.

I love you, baby.

I love you, too.

Aw, damn. Would you cut it out

with that Leave It To Beaver sh*t?

What happened, Mia? You called me earlier.

What happened?

Oh, girl,

the caterer's tripping,

the florist screwed up

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