Madea's Big Happy Family Page #10

like you got some sense.

Shut up, Tammy. Nobody's talking to you.

But I'm talking to you.

You are always in my business.

It is so obvious you're jealous.

Jealous of what?

- Kim, stop...

- Shut up, Calvin.

- Tammy, you...

- Shut up, Harold.

What I got to be jealous of?

Tammy, stop it.

No, no. No, no, Shirley,

you need to let this happen.

You need to let this happen and figure out

what the hell is going on

with these children.

Let it happen. Let it

get all out in the open.

Go on and say what you need to say.

Say what you need to say, Tam.

- I wanna hear this.

- Of me.

That's right. I said it. Me.

My family, my husband...

Oh, girl, please.

I don't want anything you got.

But you get rid of what you don't want,

don't you?

Like us.

- Whatever.

- We're your family.

All Mama wanted us to do

was sit down and have dinner,

but you just can't do that.

Why, Kimberly?

Are we too ghetto for you?

You don't eat greens and cornbread

no more?

- Tammy...

- No, Mama.

I need to say this.

I'm not jealous of you.

I'm not the one who got pregnant at 13

and had Mama to raise my child.

- Tammy!

- Say something now.

Kimberly, what is she talking about?

You are too ghetto for me.

And you make me sick.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Now, Calvin.

I need to talk to... Kimberly!

I'm sorry, Mama.

This had to happen, Shirley.

Don't worry about it.

- It had to happen, Shirley. Let's pray.

- Please.

- Come on, honey.

- Kimberly had a baby...

Call on Jesus

Aunt Bam, you used to watch the baby?

Baby, you...

Yeah, I'm still watching the baby.

- You need a joint, baby. Really.

- No, I'm all right.

Mom! Mom!

Tell the pastor I say...

Come on in the room

Mom, you used to watch that baby?

Yes.

Jesus in my doctor

And he

Writes out all of my scripture

I mean, we're here.

Where he at?

I mean, we're all here as a family, right?

You know...

You should look in the mirror.

So what are y'all trying to say?

Kimberly is my mother?

Yes.

Talk about don't tell lies.

Keeping secrets.

But you kept one from me.

All right.

I'm out.

- Byron!

- I don't wanna hear it, Aunt Bam.

- Wait a minute.

- Byron!

Excuse me, everybody. Madea, carry on.

Byron, let me talk to you, Son.

Not right now. I don't wanna hear it, Mama.

That wasn't the way to do that.

Shut up, Harold.

Stop talking to this man like that.

You're gonna stop

talking to this man like that.

That's why these children don't have

no respect for the either one of y'all.

Y'all sit there talking to each other

like y'all ain't got no sense.

Get up and go upstairs.

Let me talk to your mommy and daddy.

- Go on.

- Yes, ma'am.

Very good.

Now what was I saying?

Harold, the only reason this woman is talking

to you like that is 'cause you let her.

Don't no woman want no weak, whiny,

wimp running behind her like a wet dog.

Put your foot down.

Stand up and be a man in your house.

That's why your damn children

run around here

act like they ain't go no sense,

talking back,

'cause you won't put your foot down.

The children are watching

the two of y'all disrespect each other,

so they're disrespecting you, too.

Set an example.

You used to love this man.

You used to love him to death.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

He ain't playing football.

Y'all were gonna be together forever.

Remember that?

Running up in here talking about

you getting married

and how much you love him.

Now you done hit that patch in life

you don't know what to do.

Honey, everybody go through that patch.

It's rough. I call it

the traffic jam of life.

It happens between the age of 40 and 50.

That is a rough decade for anybody.

Do you hear me?

Now, I'll tell you why. 'Cause during

that 10 years a few things happen.

One, you go through menopause.

Secondly,

your husband having a midlife crisis.

If you got children, they start acting

like they ain't got no sense at all.

At the same time your parents

are getting sick and dying,

his parents are sick and dying.

You try to take care of them,

take care of your household,

that's enough to stress any marriage

apart, honey.

That's enough to stress it out

and make y'all break up.

That's why you're so angry, honey.

You've got to take some time and deal...

But he just makes me so mad, Madea.

Get on up.

Go in the kitchen and have a conversation.

That wasn't the way to tell that boy

that that's his mama.

That wasn't the way to tell him that at all.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Tammy.

Be a man. Be a man.

She's right.

You got to stop being mean to me, Tammy.

Harold, you got to stop acting like we don't

have any problems, because we do.

And if we don't clear this up, we are...

You got to stop telling me what I got to do.

You're going to stop being mean to me.

You got it?

You got it, Tammy, huh?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

That's right you're sorry. And...

Sit down. Sit down.

Now, sit your ass down. You heard me.

You heard us...

I mean, you heard me. Sit down.

S-I-T.

Yeah. That's right.

It's gonna be a new day around here.

H.J., Will, get in here...

I'm glad I'm here. I got all this straight.

Madea, I'm so glad you're here.

You got all this straight.

- Yes, indeed.

- This is wonderful.

Where are you going?

I love you.

But the way you treat me and C.J.

and your family, I can't take it anymore.

I can't believe you've been hiding

all these secrets from me.

You think I need you? I don't need you.

I was fine before you,

and I'll be fine after.

- Go ahead.

- You need help.

I feel sorry for you.

Go to hell.

You're not taking my son.

- You're not taking him.

- You watch me.

Calvin...

Get back here, Calvin. Don't leave me.

What do you care? You already

got one you left at the doorstep.

Don't take my baby, Calvin.

That's my baby. Don't take him from me.

Don't. Please.

So Kimberly is your mother. Are you okay?

Look, baby, I'm fine.

That is crazy.

Look, I don't wanna talk about that.

- You wanna go to my sister's house? - No.

No. I don't wanna be around all of them.

Well, then where are we going, Byron?

Listen, babe, I'm gonna go holla at Roscoe,

a'ight? I'll make this last little drop.

I gotta do what I gotta do.

I'm so proud of you.

- Hey, yo, my man. Just let

me get a 40. And... - Hey, how you doing?

On the next Maury,

deadbeat dads.

You out there selling drugs,

selling on the corner,

working the block, pumping the strip,

and you can't even give me no money

for your baby?

But it's all right,

'cause we gonna be all right, Byron...

I know I sound like a siren...

But you won't take care of this baby...

- Oh, hell no!

- And there ain't gonna be no maybe...

Byron...

Damn! Come on. Come on.

We're talking about your son

and whether his father is in his life.

That Byron baby mama

on The Maury Povich Show,

talkin' about that boy. Lord have mercy.

I don't even understand why that girl

would go on that television show

and do that to that boy.

Poor Byron. Lord have mercy.

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