Why Did I Get Married Too

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I'll get you. I'll get you!

You're playing with your ball,|is that what you're doing?

How's my little baby doing? You good?

-Hey!|-Look, Dad, it's Uncle Marcus.

Yeah, I see that.

You guys, you guys are coddled|ever since high school.

-Is that live?|-Yeah.

And if he doesn't get out of there soon,|he's gonna miss our flight.

Which may not be a bad idea, honey.

Angela and him,|all that drama all the way on the plane,

-I'm not for that today.|-Stop.

...before he got hurt,|Marcus Williams was doing his thing.

I'm so proud of him. Look how good he is!

I'm talking about cheerleaders!|I mean, you got to love them!

-Same old Marcus.|-Yeah. Yeah.

Come on, baby, we got to hurry up,|get out of here.

We don't need the food, Mom.|There's food on the plane.

This is not for you. It's for the kids.

-We gotta go.|-Where are you going?

They're going on their annual vacation,|called the marriage retreat.

-I wanna go!|-It's for grown-ups only.

That's right. Remember we went|to Disney World and I told you,

"Not this time. It's gonna be me|and your mom." Remember?

-Okay.|-And what do you know about it, Kenya?

It's you, Aunt Pat and Uncle Gavin,

Aunt Angela and Uncle Marcus

and Aunt Sheila and Uncle Mike.

Yeah, but this time,|it's Aunt Sheila and Uncle Troy.

What happened to Uncle Mike?

-They got divorced.|-What's a divorce?

-Who's taking that one?|-No.

Mom. Mom?

That's something you don't|have to worry about, baby,

because your mother and father|are never gonna get one.

Okay?

-Okay.|-You are so good.

It's when two married people break up|because they hate each other.

They split up their children, house,|and their money.

They fight over everything,|and whoever has the best lawyer wins.

Kenya!

You wanted her in the private school.

That's exactly like you at that age.|Exactly, honey.

See, I got two of them.|Come on, baby. We gotta go.

You guys behave while we're gone, okay?

-We will.|-Be good. Be good. Have a good time.

If you need anything,|you know the numbers are all on the fridge.

I love you, too. Kiss Mama.

-You guys be good.|-We will.

I'll see you later, okay?|Take care of yourself.

-See you later.|-Bye!

Okay, here's your decaf.

-Thanks, baby.|-The flight's a little delayed.

I know, I saw that.

Babe, what is it?

-What?|-Come on, tell me.

-What?|-I have watched you bounce up and down

this hall to go get the coffee|and come back.

You're just so happy.

-What's going on. What am I missing?|-No. I'm just so happy to see everybody.

It's gonna be so nice.

And without Mike, I'm sure it's gonna be|drama-free. It's gonna be great.

Yeah. Yeah, hopefully.

Why couldn't you just get my luggage?

I mean, what are you working out for?

-Is that them?|-That's not them.

That is them.

-Oh, my...|-Oh, please!

You better shut up, okay?

-It's always the same damn thing with you.|-You shut up.

No, you know what?|You really getting on my nerves.

Some rope and some duct tape and three|bags of concrete don't cost all that much.

I will bust a cap in that ass!

$49.95.

-Hi, Di!|-Hi!

Hi, how you doing?

-I'm good.|-What's up, T?

He gets on my nerves.

-Hey!|-Hey!

Hey, Terry! Excuse me.

That hat, man!

This is my vacation hat!

Either that or it'll cut you!

Okay, y'all keep it down.

We're not trying to get|kicked out of the airport, okay?

Tell that to the pirate.

You know what, Marcus?|Say one more thing and we ain't boarding.

The flight's a little delayed, so...

Yes, it's delayed.

Come on, man.|Let's go see what's going on with the flight.

Good to see you, Angela.

Make me sick!|I'm telling you, I could kill him sometimes!

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