Two Can Play That Game

He didn't think you'd fall

for that line.

Girl, I don't believe him.

Oh, he's a dog. Mm-hm.

Tail-having, anything-that-moves-

humping-ass dog.

You need to kick him to the curb.

Oh, no, no. Don't cry, Karen.

Karen. Don't move, sweetie.

I'll be right there.

Men are so full of it.

Give a brother a break,

treat him with trust,

and he'll screw you around.

Sorry I'm pissed off now,

but my best friend is having man trouble.

Miss Smith, Tracye Johnson's

on line 2.

I'm in a meeting,

but I'll be there in an hour.

Tracye. Another one of my

girlfriends. Man trouble too.

Seems like every woman I know

has man trouble.

Have you noticed around spring

men start to act up a bit?

Mm-hm. They do.

They don't act up in the winter.

They want that indoor activity. Mm-hm.

But as soon as the season breaks,

they show their asses.

It's true. It happens every year

around spring, the breakup season.

The time when women wear

miniskirts and skimpy clothes,

letting their stuff hang out,

causing men to lose their mind.

Spring is when I have to counsel

all my girlfriends

on how to keep their no-good,

unable-to-say-no men in line.

Amazing what a little

warm weather can do.

Jason, sweetie,

clear my schedule for today.

Oh, hello, yellow.

That's stunning, girl.

Any emergencies, call my cell.

I always will.

Nice.

Men are so predictable.

Hey, girl.

Jason knows where to find me.

Morning, Miss Smith.

What is it about men

and big booties?

Thanks, Jose.

Like my house? Not bad

for a girl from Compton, huh?

By the way, I'm Shant Smith,

senior ad executive

at Parker and Long.

And if you haven't noticed,

I'm a sister.

An educated, strong sister

who knows where she's from

and where she's going.

Why can't men act right? Hm?

Don't they know that

women would gladly give them

the respect they needed?

But because they show their

asses, we gots to check them.

Take my girlfriend Karen

for instance.

She's been staying with me

for a few days.

Hopeless case.

There's nothing to it if we don't.

Forget about invitations.

Let's get married tonight!

See what I mean?

Are you still in your p.j.'s?

Baby, it's 11:
30.

I know.

You feeling better?

A little.

Good. How about this? Bam!

Oh! Chrysanthemums.

Your favorite.

You know you're my girl.

I got your back.

What's the matter?

Michael used to give me

chrysanthemums.

I miss him.

Oh, no. Now, come here.

Come here.

This really saddens me.

Karen's a top executive

at a big engineering firm.

Michael! Oh, Lord Jesus.

The youngest executive

in the company.

Black, white, male, female,

she's the youngest.

Strong, sharp, very impressive.

One day after lunch,

she meets this

scary-curl, Uncle Tom-looking,

bucktooth brother.

So can you fix my car?

Sh*t, I can fix anything.

She cut his hair,

even straightened out his teeth.

You need anything else fixed up?

She's a down sister.

She'll work with a brother.

Mike.

Big Mike.

Big Mike?

What's your name?

Karen.

Yes.

Damn, you beautiful.

You make a brother wanna

sing to you.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, Karen

I want you

Brother was looking good.

He treated her like a queen.

She gave him everything.

Begging her to...

Marry me.

Really?

Really. Marry me.

Everything was fine.

Peachy-keen.

Then one day, he saw a mirror.

Trouble.

He started thinking, "Hey..."

Looking kind of good.

Come on.

Next thing you know

he's acting up.

Acting like he's running things.

He moved in,

the flowers stopped coming.

He started to show his ass.

Though he's not cheating,

it's been two years,

and he hasn't mentioned marriage.

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