Jumping the Broom Page #3

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To me, however, it's just country.

Ain't nothing wrong

with a little biscuit and gravy.

Please.

Don't walk away from your future.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Please get me out of here.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

-Be careful with that.

-He know what he doing.

Shonda, I am trying to be nice,

but who are they trying to impress?

A car? A driver?

Why couldn't they send somebody from

the family down here to pick us up?

And where the hell is Jason?

What you looking at?

Girl, what you think I'm looking at?

It's August in the Vineyard.

I'm looking for Barack and Michelle.

Oh, God.

Have you seen Sabrina? Thank you.

No, but, Mrs. Watson,

the calligrapher broke her arm

and she can't finish the guest cards.

So, I was...

Okay. And that's not your problem.

That's my problem. Moving on.

The bedrooms are all ready.

Thank you, Mabel. Have you seen Sabrina?

I'm right here, Mom.

Where's Sebastian?

He missed the ferry, but he'll be here

for the cocktail party.

-You all are working my last nerve.

-Relax.

-Hey! Sweetie!

-Hi, Dad.

So good to see you!

All right, they'll be here any minute.

Go change.

That sounded a little bit like,

"Go fetch."

Dad, Mom is right.

You need to make a good impression

on my future mother-in-law, okay?

Absolutely, sweetie.

Thanks, Dad.

-That's them! They're here!

-Mom, how do I look?

-Do I have anything in my teeth?

-Sabrina.

-What about my nose?

-Sabrina, that is vile.

Now, remember who you are.

You are my angel.

Hello.

Claudine.

-Geneva.

-Auntie! You made it!

Look at you. You're beautiful.

Why didn't you respond

to the wedding invitation?

The mail on the island

is so unpredictable.

Are there no phones on the island?

-Claudie.

-Mom.

Where are you staying?

In Grand-Mre's old room, of course.

-See? Room for me.

-Come on. I have so much to tell you!

I can't wait to show you

what I bought you. It's see-through.

-So, it's really a gift for Jason.

-And where is he?

I need to see the man

who stole my little girl's heart.

Auntie, you are going to love him.

First of all...

Just bring 'em in here and drop 'em.

Drop 'em right here. Put it...

She sure can pack for a two-day wedding.

You know, if you don't mind me asking,

Mrs. Watson, she's like a...

She's like a couple shades lighter

than you.

Is that... Is that the normal kind...

Fair question. She's like a mocha.

You're like a... I don't know,

like a milk chocolate.

Got it.

It's pretty nasty. What is this, Auntie?

Now, now, this is not

for your honeymoon night. No, no, no.

No, this is for when you guys fight

or you want something expensive.

You put this on

-and you cook him some dinner.

-Got it.

I might not know anything

about marriage,

but I do know

how to help you guys stay married.

Auntie, I think you got the perfect one.

-I love it! It's the best.

-Good!

-I love you, chrie.

-I love you so much.

Do everybody out here

got their own boat?

I don't wanna get on

no boats around here.

Make you feel

like they're taking you back to Africa.

This place is amazing.

This is so beautiful.

Look at these houses!

You know, I was thinking

I could represent Jason's father,

say a few kind words over dinner

about love and marriage.

Okay, so now you a pro at marriage?

-Could be.

-All right.

So, how many marriages have you had,

Willie Earl?

-Three.

-Who?

Four, four, four, four times.

But I married one of them twice.

And don't forget about that fiasco

in Mexico last year, remember that?

No, Willie Earl, she was fine.

I would've went to Mexico for that.

What a brother will do for the taco.

And a burrito and rice and beans.

You probably left a baby down there,

Willie Earl.

Come on, Pam.

Come on, Pammy Pam.

So what they didn't come meet us at

the dock, and you haven't met the girl?

But we're here now.

Can we please have a good time?

I don't care what y'all talking about.

This is nice.

Get picked up like this every day.

They got their own lake or something?

Are you serious?

-You guys, look at that! Oh, my God!

-This is nice.

You guys,

it's like the Kennedy Compound!

That's gotta be an apartment complex.

They got workers and everything.

Look at 'em.

They got white people working.

I bet they got, like, five bathrooms.

-Doing good for theyself.

-Come on, y'all. Calm down.

We done seen houses bigger than this.

-Where?

-No, we haven't!

Black folks own this? No.

They're dressing 'em different now.

You look rich.

Well,

does money make you more beautiful?

If you fat and unattractive,

money certainly will help.

-Willie Earl.

-Hey, whassup, Jay?

-How you doing, man? Good to see you.

-My love to you, boy.

Long time no see.

Welcome to the Vineyard, Mom.

-You sent a car to get your mother?

-Only the best for you.

Well, the best would've been

for you to pick me up.

I love you, too, Mom.

Mom, this is Sabrina.

Hello.

Hi! Mrs. Taylor!

It is so nice to finally meet you!

Isn't she great, Mom?

I'm sorry. I just...

I didn't think a handshake

expressed the moment, you know?

No.

I'm a hugger. I like to hug.

I can see that.

Sorry.

I'm Claudine Watson.

Pam Taylor.

Well, may I say that you've certainly

raised a wonderful man.

Thank you. He is wonderful.

I wish I could say the same about you

and your daughter.

I said that the wrong way.

I mean, I wish I had met her earlier,

-before now, and then I could say...

-This is my family.

Shonda. She is my mom's best friend.

-How you doing?

-Hello.

Uncle Willie Earl.

Rich and fine.

Fine as a glass of wine.

And my cousin, Malcolm.

I invited the two of them to stay here.

I hope that's okay.

Mom.

Yes, yes.

I mean, we certainly have enough room.

Why don't we go into the house,

make you more comfortable.

You guys have to be so thirsty.

We have Bellinis.

I hope you like Bellinis.

-Bellinis. What the hell is that?

-Yes, yes.

It is so good.

I want some Coca-Cola...

-Come on in, everyone.

-Thank you.

Bellini for you, Mom.

-No, no, no, no.

-No? You sure?

Everyone, come on into the living room.

William Earl, Michael?

-Malcolm.

-Malcolm. Pardon me, Malcolm.

Please, have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

-Welcome, welcome.

-Is this...

I made Jason a sweet potato pie.

It's his favorite.

Well, what a lovely gift.

Yeah, no, she's famous all over

Brooklyn for her pies.

Really? We'll have to serve it tonight

at the rehearsal dinner.

No, no, no.

This is for Jason and his friends.

It's just that my buddies always fight

over her pies.

She's a really, really good cook.

Well, Mrs. Taylor, you really need

to share your recipes with me.

Hear a way to a man's heart

is through his stomach.

It's a family secret.

Well...

It's a good thing we're all

gonna be family after tomorrow.

Where can I put this?

You can shove it...

-In the kitchen.

-Thank you, Mabel.

Hello! Hello.

-Dad!

-Gregg Watson.

You must be Jason's sister.

No. I'm his mother.

Jason, why have you

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