The Best Man Holiday Page #4

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Your pops, always clowning me.

Just like in college.

The old days.

Hey there, gorgeous.

Hey.

So good to see you.

There is nothing more beautiful

than a woman with child.

Is it a boy or a girl?

Breech, actually.

Yeah, we're just hoping for

a healthy baby. This time.

Harper.

We just wanted it

to be a surprise.

Oh. Well, Harp's good for that.

Gingerbread house-making,

black and white dinner,

talent show,

ooh, spa day!

Story-telling, service day,

church, gift-exchange,

and box seats at

the record-breaking game!

Damn!

And both of their

families are coming, too.

Oh, word?

That's perfect.

Why is that perfect?

Oh, you know, it's Christmas

time, family, friends,

lots of stories,

that kind of thing.

And a lot of work for Mia.

Oh, please, are you kidding me?

She lives for

this kind of a thing.

Well, I don't think Lance does.

He was giving you a hard time.

Oh, no, he was just

messing with me.

If you say so.

Yeah.

Have you thought any more

about pursuing his bio?

His bio...

No, no, not really.

I think that's for the best.

You guys should just concentrate

on being friends again.

Yeah, absolutely.

Let me ask you something.

Does Mia look thin to you?

Really?

You're asking

the pregnant fatty

if another woman

that you slept with

looks skinny?

Shh. Shh.

Don't shush me.

I'm not shushing you.

Oh.

More guests.

Please excuse me.

Girls, slow down, please!

Baby.

Mmm.

We wish we had as powerful

a lobby as they do.

Yeah, but they're

organized and we're not.

If they can get

the word "homo" banned,

we should be able to get "nigga" banned.

Seriously.

Harp, my nigga!

What's up, man?

Merry Christmas!

Robyn! Oh, my God!

Girl, you look so good!

And your titties are huge!

Girl, they won't stop growing.

Fellas, fellas, fellas.

Where you been hiding, slim?

I've been around,

you know, writing.

What's up with you

and brand management?

I don't know why

these white folks pay me,

to tell them what black people are

thinking. Man, I'm light-skinned.

These are Julian's people.

I mean, I love him, but we are

definitely outside the bubble.

But whatever, I can live the

lush life for a few days,

get freaky with my man!

And don't worry, I will

definitely drink enough for two.

Hello!

Make that enough for three.

Oh, God, no.

Shelby.

Hi, Lancie!

Where's the kids?

They're running around

here somewhere. Okay.

Kennedy, go play.

Go, go.

Let me take your coat, Shel.

Thank you, of course.

Do you see that coat?

I'm calling PETA.

That b*tch just killed

15 animals this morning.

Julian.

You're looking well.

Hmm.

Prada?

Nada.

Why has she got to be

up in Julian's face?

Harper,

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