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through the newspaper...

and saw the notice

for your sister's wedding.

Congratulations.

You look ravishing.

Thank you.

- Montana...

- Who is he?

I thought about what you said.

You were right.

A woman can lead.

Under the right

circumstances, of course.

One of which is a campaign brunch

next week, with a very

influential senator.

A senator.

This is to beside...

behind...

and to nothing...

coming between us.

Montana...

would you...

Oh, yes, she will!

No, I won't.

- Yes, you will.

- I won't.

- Will.

- Won't.

What's gotten into you?

What's gotten into you?

You don't even know this man.

- Hi.

- Hello. How are you?

Fine, thank you.

You're just going to marry me off

to the first person you see?

Unbelievable.

This is a man...

who I would...

never marry.

I wouldn't even vote for you.

I don't trust black

Republicans, I'm sorry.

I'm actually a Libertarian.

You know, I spent the

last thirty days...

looking for somebody, anybody...

to come here tonight.

So I could... fit in.

Be part of the club.

So all of you would say,

"We love you, Montana."

"You did it. We're so proud of you.

You're a lady."

But...

marriage doesn't

make you a lady...

any more than standing in

a garage makes you a car.

That's a weird analogy.

So, um...

where's my announcement.

I'm not getting married.

I don't even have any prospects.

No, none, zero.

I'm all alone.

But I did meet somebody...

have been really,

really needing to meet.

Me.

And it turns out...

I like me.

A lot.

With or without a husband.

And I say this, from

your older sister...

that...

if you are really in

love with Derrick...

and you can't imagine...

spending another

day without him...

then you two should

absolutely get married.

And I'm so happy for you.

But...

if you're making this

decision for any other reason...

sweetie, you're making the

biggest mistake of your life.

A really good friend once told me...

the magic...

the magic isn't

in getting married.

It's in staying married.

I don't know.

What are you saying?

You don't want to get married?

Do you?

I was just doing

this 'cause your mom said we had to.

Baby, we can wait until

after we graduate.

Maybe get to

know each other a little better.

Are you sure?

Yes. I am.

That's okay. Give me a kiss.

- I'm fine with that. I love you.

- I love you, too.

I feel so much better.

Let's get out of here.

Thank you.

I love you.

Hello. My name is Langston

Jefferson Battle Ill...

and I am running for

the United States Congress.

You met someone? You met yourself?

I had to say I was

introducing someone.

Whatever you need, we are here

for you. Right by your side.

Montana!

From way over there.

Way, way over there.

Wait for me, okay?

Not now, Mom.

Montana, wait.

Listen, Mom. I need a few

days. Weeks. Maybe even a month.

I can't give you that.

I can risk losing another

husband, but not my daughter.

I was proud of you in there.

That woman in there was the

woman I raised you to be.

Confident. Smart.

Independent.

A lady.

I'm sorry.

I was scared.

I put all that pressure

on you and your sister...

'cause I didn't want you to go

through five husbands like I did.

Do you mean that?

Of course I do.

And you know I do.

I don't know if I

ever told you this...

but your father...

was my first...

and only...

true love...

And I loved him...

until the day he died.

You're too young to

remember, Montana.

But every Sunday,

your father would let me sleep.

He'd rush downstairs...

to make pancakes.

He'd rattle his pots and pans

and carry on down there.

And then he'd yell up the stairs,

"Catherine, you come on down

here and eat these pancakes!"

I wouldn't move.

And then he'd come

and kiss me on my cheek.

So sweet.

And he'd say,

"Get up, baby. Come and eat."

That was thirty years ago, Montana.

And some Sundays...

I still close my eyes...

and I can smell those

pancakes like it was yesterday.

So, yeah.

Love does matter.

And when you find love...

and you will, baby...

No, no.

Don't ever let it go.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

Mom.

Come on, let's go.

I just want to make you proud of me.

I don't think I'm

ever going to meet somebody.

Who knows? But you can have

really great sex while you look.

She can.

We get it, Gail. You like to bone.

Montana!

Did you enter the Publisher's

Clearing House Sweepstakes?

Who is that?

Montana!

Montana, I think the King of

Zamunda might be here to see you.

Oh. That's Quinton.

That is Quinton.

That's who you were supposed

to meet at the rehearsal?

That's the one that gave you...

Those diamonds are...

Those diamonds are real?

Montana!

Get ready, go down there.

No. I'm not.

What are you doing?

Gail, move.

Put the bracelet down.

Let her go.

Don't do something

we will all regret!

We can all retire off that bracelet!

Quinton!

I apologize for being late. I had an

event that ran longer than expected.

I hope I didn't ruin

anything for you.

Look. I thought

about what you said in Los Angeles.

I said a lot.

And I listened.

I want more than

extravagant trips and...

expensive gifts.

They're nice. They're really nice.

But...

I want a lifetime.

And as silly as it may sound, I'm not

going to settle for anything less.

And as silly as it sounds...

I don't think you should.

Thanks.

I can't see! I can't see!

That was super brave.

Thanks.

That was super stupid.

Uh, uh, uh!

I just...

I want a commitment. Real love.

He just wanted international

travel booty.

That man could have

intergalactic travel booty.

So who gave you this?

William.

Did William wrap that himself?

He can wrap a gift.

You going to open it?

No.

Okay, I will.

Hey, hey. She said she

doesn't want to open it.

That's why I'm opening it.

- You want it?

- Yes.

I would.

Don't you touch my...!

I'll open it!

God! I have had enough

drama for one night.

- You said you didn't want to open it.

- Stop it!

I'll open it.

Really.

Is William going through a bit

of a financial situation?

When we were seven, he proposed

to me with a toy ring...

and I laughed at him.

And he said, "Someday."

it's a plane ticket.

Is it? Hey, now.

Okay.

This is a plane ticket to France.

He wants you to marry a Frenchman.

Gail.

He was going to take his

girlfriend to Italy

for their one-year

anniversary and I said...

if it was me,

I would have chosen... France.

What date is the ticket for?

Today.

At 11:
45 P.M.

Here we go, looking for a taxi!

That one!

Stop in the name of the law!

We need to get to the airport!

I'm off duty!

What are you doing?

Sir, you must!

Hey, my brother, I'm Calvin.

Let me help you with your bag.

I'm good, bro.

You can't go in there with

liquids and gels. You got any?

Cabbie, cabbie!

Stop!

Brother, you don't have

no lotion or nothing?

No, I don't.

So you out here for the

holidays just ashy?

You already dark-skinned.

Brother, we got a black President.

I am not sitting b*tch!

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