Girls Trip Page #4

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Well, that's not necessary, Dina.

Really, honestly,

I've known about this

for a few months, so...

The f***? You into that sh*t?

No. Dina, come on.

Obviously I was very upset, but...

Stewart and I are in counseling,

and we're working through it.

Well, look at Tha... That is fantastic.

I am so glad to hear that. Good for you.

Thank you, Lis. You know,

Stewart and I are a team, you know?

Yeah, he's made some mistakes,

but that's in the past.

No, it's not.

This picture was taken last night.

Mmm...

Well, I don't believe that, Sasha.

And you know what... I really...

I don't want to be judged right now.

I'm the last person to judge you, but...

Guys. Okay, listen.

I really meant what I said earlier.

This weekend is about us.

We haven't hung in five years,

and by the grace of God,

we are here, together.

Come on, let's take advantage of that.

'Cause if we don't... if we waste

this precious time... then shame on us.

Because today is the last day

that we will ever be this young.

She f***ed me up with that one.

All right. Now, the Flossy Posse

is back in New Orleans, so let's go.

Let's go. Let's go, b*tches.

She's right, let's go.

But I will sh*t in that nigga's shoe.

Ryan.

You know it's just a matter of time

before the photographer

shops this picture.

Sash, don't worry. I'm-a handle it.

Come on, y'all!

I love this place so much.

Wow. So, listen, I'm gonna go check us in,

get our credentials. You guys should go

check out the Carousel

Bar and have a drink,

and I'll be back in, like, five minutes.

It's really cute.

- All right.

- To the bar.

- I'm ready to rock.

- Looks nice.

Let's see.

Oh, look at that!

Yeah, your kids would like this.

Man, damn. This is the sh*t, man.

Oh, it's so cool. It's moving around.

Yeah, it's super cute.

Ooh! There goes Stewart.

Oh. A**hole.

- Dina, look at me.

- Don't.

Look at me. Okay, come on, now.

You heard what Ryan

said. Just-just be cool.

I'm gonna be cool, I'm gonna be cool.

I just want to say hi, that's all.

- Why you taking... - Wait...

- I'm-a just say hello.

- No. No, no, don't you say hello.

- No, no, don't...

No, Dina, don't do that. Remember,

- Ryan said this is her life.

- Yes.

- We shouldn't get involved.

- Hold this.

- Dina!

- Dina, no!

No!

- Oh!

- B*tch!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Don't play me, nigga. I will end you.

You and your little

thirsty-ass wannabe MILF...

but not really a MILF.

Nigga, you getting old b*tches

from the resting home?

Is that what you're doing to my home girl?

You f***in' with Gladys Knight, nigga?

Do you got kneepads under

them slacks, Slurpee?

- What?

- Dina, this is my Aunt Marion.

How do you do?

Oh, I'm doing just fine, but you know what?

Your nephew is nasty.

He a nasty nigga.

Oh, yeah, your bloodline is nasty.

Okay, all right, okay,

all right. I'm sorry.

- She-she off her meds today.

- He do people wrong.

- Forgive her.

- You're going to hell!

You so nasty!

In that ugly, tight-ass suit!

- It's ugly!

- It is so very nice to meet you, Miss Auntie.

And that is a lovely blouse

- you have on.

- Why, thank you.

And as for you, Stewart...

I am very disappointed in you... very.

You guys have a lovely afternoon.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you. You have a good day, too.

- What the hell happened?

- Breathe, just breathe.

- Just calm down.

- I was gone for three minutes.

- This sh*t took one.

- What? Th-The...

Hockey players don't even fight that fast.

Ma'am, I need you to leave

- the premises immediately.

- Oh!

Hello, sir.

Uh, Ryan Pierce, this year's

Essence keynote speaker,

and author of You Can Have It All.

I am sorry.

I'd like to apologize for my friends,

but I can assure you that

everything is fine now.

Ma'am, she's holding a broken

bottle of Chteau Mardaux.

Oh, don't be speaking

French to me, motherf***er!

Dina,

you're lucky my aunt is hard of hearing.

And you lucky TSA took that

straight edge away from me.

- Okay, okay, okay, all right.

- Mr. Pierce,

we're in the process of

removing her right now.

- Thank you. - Dina.

- Oh, Wai-Wai-Wai-Wai-wait.

- Wait. Really, that is not necessary.

- Dina, calm down.

I promise you. We are longtime

friends, since college.

I mean, this is just the

way we greet each other.

Ms. Pierce, I'm sorry,

but that's not the way we do things here.

Okay. Understood.

But we are not pressing charges, okay?

Isn't that right, Stew?

Well... no.

But if that's the hotel's policy,

- then I understand.

- No!

- What? You know what, you're ridiculous.

- Eat a dick.

- I mean that as a sister to a brother.

- You know what?

- You need to stop.

- You know what, it's cool. I'm-a leave.

- Okay, we're leaving. We're gonna leave.

- I'm-a leave.

- Just give me a second.

- It's all gonna be good.

Oh! Dina! Oh, my...

Okay, you know what, Dina, get over here.

Milk Dud head mother...

You look like a ugly, dirty Mr. Clean!

Your girl needs a leash.

Swipe-ass bastard!

Your room. Now.

I don't want to go to my room.

That place is nasty.

It's haunted.

I was there last year... swear to God,

was up in there last year...

a ghost tried to f*** me.

You ever been f***ed by a ghost?

Are you kidding me?

You said you ended this sh*t

and now there's a picture?

Are you not understanding?

And on top of it, the b*tch is here.

I didn't invite her.

Well, neither the f*** did I.

You need to call her and you need to send

that genetically enhanced ass home!

Come on, babe. How am

I supposed to do that?

The same way you tell

her to come get some dick.

You tweet, Snapchat, DM,

smoke signals... whatever you do,

I don't give a sh*t.

You know what? Whatever.

I'm not doing this.

This is stupid.

This isn't a marriage,

but we agreed to at least be a partnership,

and you can't hold up

your end of the bargain,

let alone your pants.

This is against everything

I tell my readers, my followers,

and yet I'm putting up with it?

- No.

- Ry, Ry...

I'm sorry.

- You're always sorry.

- I-I know, but look at...

I won't do it again.

You always ain't gonna do it again.

Baby, I mean it this time.

Okay?

Real talk.

Ryan, baby, listen.

You're right.

You don't deserve this.

But our brand is who we are.

It's... it's who you are.

Giving all that up because I was sloppy

isn't worth all that you have worked

very hard to accomplish.

Why would we give it up?

And for what?

Huh?

To watch it all crumble?

To be alone?

Ryan, baby, I'm not going anywhere.

You know that.

I don't give a damn about her.

Let's just do our dance

and handle our business.

Be that couple who has it all.

No more slipups.

Stick to the plan

and get that ho under control.

And we close this deal.

Done.

Some of us have to find a place to stay.

Damn.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

So where we at?

I called... all the four or

five-star hotels are booked.

You know what? Whatever.

Who needs a fancy suite?

I mean, come on.

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