Two Can Play That Game Page #3

that you messing with?

What are you talking about?

I only mess with you.

You's a liar.

I ain't lying.

You's a liar.

Because you smelled some perfume

on me the other day?

I hugged my mother.

Her perfume must've got on me.

I know you're lying, Dwain.

I know because I found these

drawers underneath the couch!

So who do they belong to?

They damn sure ain't mine.

That's right.

Sit down and think up a good lie.

I wanna see how you'll

get out of this one.

If you're not sure your man

is cheating, this is what you do.

Plant underwear at his house.

Too big or too small,

so it's clear they're not yours.

Pull them out in front of him

and see what he has to say.

Tracye, that's your problem.

You're too jealous.

Who do the underwear belong to?!

I'll tell you.

Go ahead and tell me!

Relax, okay?

The underwear belong to

my sister.

Your sister.

Her machine broke.

She came to wash her clothes

and left them over here.

Matter of fact, she called me

about them. Let me see.

With the glitter. That's them.

That's them? You sure?

Yeah.

What?

Liar! I'm sick of your lying ass!

You ain't nothing but a liar!

Damn, they're loud.

Good Lord.

Why must black people cause ruckus

in a white man's building?

I hate that I had to say that.

But admit it, minorities do seem

to get louder than white folks.

- Stupid-ass motherf***er!

- Stop yelling! Sh*t!

People are outside.

I'm so sick of your lying ass!

How you gonna talk about

your sister...

Trace?

Where you been today?

- Tracye?

What's up, Dwain?

Stop. I ain't playing with you.

I ain't playing either!

B*tch. Excuse us.

Get ahold of that. Relax.

Let me ask you.

Why do men let women come over

their house and break sh*t?

That don't make sense.

When you do your dirt,

go over her house

so when she gets mad,

she can bust up all of her sh*t.

That's it. I'm through with you.

It's over. I'm going home.

Let's go.

I'm sick of you anyway.

I'm sick of you!

Just get out.

Don't you tell me what to do.

Where you going? Get back in here.

Son of a b*tch!

Tracye?

My mother bought me that vase.

I'll catch you later. Okay?

I'm coming.

I just got some sh*t I got to handle.

Now we can go.

No, you gonna pay for that.

I ain't paying for sh*t.

I bet you'll pay for that.

I won't.

Lord have mercy.

- You're gonna pay.

I ain't paying.

I'll take the jacket.

Give it back.

You gonna take it? Stop.

Before a man cheats on you,

there are signs.

I was working late.

What's wrong with a brother

buying some new underwear?

I mean, yeah,

I wear Fruit of the Looms,

but I wanna try Calvin Kleins.

I was working late.

My ring?

It's right here.

It was itching my finger.

I was working late.

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