Who Made The Potatoe Salad? Page #5

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I was a high-ranking soldier in the Party.

You understand?

And I didn't raise my daughter

to be with the very motherf***er

that I used to fight with on the streets.

Who murdered and killed

a lot of my comrades in the line of duty.

But I want you to know,

that I will kill you

before I let you be with my daughter.

You understand?

Hey, guys, come and eat.

Come on, let's eat.

I think we're having pork chops. Come on.

I know you like pork chops.

- Did you like it, honey?

- Oh, yeah.

- I told you my mama's cooking was good.

- Good food, baby.

- You want something else to drink?

- No, I'm fine, baby.

I'm licking the plate.

Mom, I'm not gonna lie to you.

This food's off the hinges.

Got my stomach bubbling

and everything. Great.

- Yeah, I missed your cooking, Mama.

- Oh, thank you.

- It was great, baby.

- Thank you.

I gotta hand it you, Mrs. Jenkins,

that was a delicious meal.

Well, I am so glad you enjoyed it, Michael.

You didn't finish your pork chop, Michael.

Well, you know, I don't eat pork.

You don't what?

- I just don't eat pork.

- What kind of nigga don't eat pork?

What type of nigga?

You point one out and show me.

June Bug, why don't you

just leave him alone?

You don't smoke no weed,

you don't eat no pork.

What kind of nigga

don't eat pork? What's wrong?

You one of them Mussolinis

or something?

- Muslim. I'm not. And I'm not, but...

- You trying to correctionalize me?

- You try to correctionalize me?

- June Bug?

- Oh, I get it. I get it.

- I'm sick of this.

A pig that don't eat pig.

Oh, Jake.

Dad, I used to be getting your jokes.

I don't really...

I don't get that one. What do you mean?

Your sister Ashley here,

has brought a pig into our family.

This motherf***er right here, June Bug,

is one-time.

You a police officer? You got me...

You got me riding around with this cop?

Why did you have to tell him that?

Okay, okay, this has gone too far.

- You a one-time?

- This has gone too far.

The point where

the cops go home. Relax, all right?

You relax. You want me to relax?

My father ate pork. Your father ate pork.

Her father ate pork.

- Okay, hold on!

- Daddy, stop!

Wait a minute. Now, stop, Daddy.

Come on, don't be upset.

My father and brother are just like that.

You know?

- What, this is normal for you?

- No.

I just know how they are, you know?

Especially my dad, you know, he's just...

I don't know.

He's just real stuck in his ways.

Yeah, I can see that. Sh*t.

Don't be upset, all right?

- I'll make it up to you.

- I know what that means.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ashley,

now you know goddamn well,

you know better.

Let's go, Shaft. You on the couch tonight.

Thank you.

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