Madea's Big Happy Family Page #6

I brought you these brownies.

Bam loves these.

Thank you.

And don't be so sad.

I'm going to be fine.

Calvin, I asked you to watch him.

C.J., why would you drop that

when I told you not to?

Don't do that again, okay?

No more. Play with this. Here.

C.J., are you okay? Are you okay?

You gonna be all right.

Don't baby him while I'm talking to him.

He needs to learn.

To learn what? He's 18 months, Kimberly.

- I hate it when you do that,

Calvin, I hate it. - He's a baby.

And he's gonna end up

just like Tammy's kids.

- No, he's not.

- Yes, he is.

You show me no respect,

do you know that? None.

Babe, listen, I do show you respect.

But you're wrong and you shouldn't

be yelling at him like that.

Like the way you yell at your family.

I mean, what is up with that?

What's going on with you and your sister?

I don't wanna talk about her.

No, no. Something goes on every time

you're around your family.

Drop it.

I'm getting really tired of this, Kimberly.

Really tired.

Well, that makes two of us.

I think we need to see a marriage counselor.

I'm not going to any counselor.

So you're not interested

in trying to fix this.

Fix what? Tell me, what's broken?

Well, I guess if you don't know,

then we don't need to see one.

Who left these dishes in the sink?

H.J.

No, I didn't. Daddy left them.

Oh, you wait until he gets home.

You're gonna get it for lying on Daddy.

You better shut up.

I'm not a maid, you know.

You look like one.

Come wash these plates, H.J.,

and I'm not playing.

I don't feel like washing them plates.

Tammy, leave me alone.

- Boy, I could hurt you sometimes.

- Blah, blah, blah.

Daddy's right. You nag too much.

- He said that?

- Yeah.

He said you don't cook right,

it be burnt all the time.

- Hey, man.

- What's up, punk-ass?

Did you bring me something home?

- Did you do your homework?

- No, fool.

Then I didn't bring you nothing home.

- Where's your mom?

- In her skin.

When you jump out, she jump in.

- Move! You shut it.

- Damn.

Tammy, it's our anniversary, baby.

Good God.

Happy anniversary, baby.

You think I want some flowers you just

picked up on the side of the road?

Ain't no thought put into that, Harold.

"Happy anniversary."

Why would I wanna spend

an anniversary with you?

There's nothing happy about the years

we've been together.

Tammy, I'm trying.

Yeah, I'm trying, too.

I'm trying to get the hell away from you.

And why'd you leave those dishes

in the sink there before you left?

What? I didn't leave no plates.

And you told our sons that I nag too much?

- Tammy.

- Shut up, I'm talking.

- But, I...

- I don't know why in the hell

after I go to work all day

I got to come home and clean up after you.

Tammy, you need to have these boys

help you clean up around here.

Didn't I tell you I was talking?

Okay? What is wrong with you?

Am I allowed to answer that?

That is a question, Harold.

Never mind. Just leave me the hell alone.

Will you at least take the flowers?

- Oh, my God, it just cut me.

- Let me see.

See? See? See? See?

That's what it is. That's what it is.

What did I do to you?

Don't start all that whining.

Look, I just want us

to spend some time together.

No, I'm going to bed.

Keep your stuff in your pants. Good night.

I don't wanna hear your voice.

Shut up.

Tammy...

Happy anniversary, Tammy.

Boy, open the door.

People looking out their windows.

"Be quiet."

You always trying to tell me to be quiet.

I swear,

you're getting on my nerves with that.

What? Are you serious?

You really have me sneaking

...through your mother's house again.

- Stop! Stop! Stop!

I don't like this. Let my hand go.

- Girl...

- What?

You better hush your mouth.

Take me to a hotel with your cheap ass.

- I ain't got no money for no hotel.

- Of course you don't.

You don't have money for a hotel,

to buy me shoes

...or anything else for that matter.

- Be quiet!

- You're getting on my damn nerves.

- Stop it.

Why you got to... Pain in the ass.

Shut up.

- It stinks in here.

- Be quiet.

Look, do you love me?

Yes, I guess.

All right then. Stick with me.

You work at a warehouse.

What am I supposed to do with that?

I don't know. How about you get a job?

If I got to get a J-A-B,

you ain't getting N-U-N.

Yes, you heard me.

See, when I first met you,

I told you that I needed to be kept.

You're not keeping me.

- Look, Renee.

- What? It's just one drop. I don't get it.

No. The answer's no.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Look, how about you be quiet

before you wake my mama up.

You're so worried about me

waking your mama up,

look like the police are about to.

What?

Damn!

Oh, this is so ghetto.

- Byron Watkins?

- Yeah.

Put your hands behind your back.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

- For what?

- What is he getting arrested for?

- What is going on?

- What did I do?

- Come with us, sir.

- Mama, I didn't do nothing, okay?

- Ma'am, please, step back inside the house.

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Officers, wait a minute.

- He don't even sell drugs no more.

- Oh, hush up about all them drugs.

What are you doing here?

Hi. I've been calling you.

Mother, what are you doing here this late?

How did you get here?

On the bus.

The bus?

Mama, there are no buses

in this neighborhood.

Well, I rode it as close as I could get,

then I walked the rest of the way.

What's going on?

- Byron was arrested.

- Again?

Yes, and I need bail money for him.

No. Mama, I'm not giving you any money.

If Byron wants to walk around here

selling dope, I can't stop him.

He was not selling dope.

Then what was he arrested for?

I don't know, but it wasn't that.

How do you know, Mama?

I looked into his eyes. A mother knows.

A mother knows.

Mama, I'm sorry,

but I'm not giving you any money.

Just use my house, then, as collateral.

It's already paid for.

Yes, it is, but I just paid it off again.

Do you remember all the debt

from the second mortgage

and getting him the lawyer the last time?

- He is not lying.

- He was before.

- Ms. Shirley.

- Go back to bed, Calvin.

Ms. Shirley, come on inside.

What are you doing outside?

- I was just...

- Money.

Byron got arrested and she wants money.

I'm sorry. How did you get here?

On the bus. Can you help...

Look, Mama,

I told you I'm not giving you any money.

- Kimberly.

- Stay out of this, Calvin.

Let me put some clothes on.

We'll go down there and bail him out.

Oh, really, with what?

Gosh, you are just going to disrespect me

and my wishes again?

That's your mother, girl.

What are you going to do,

let her walk home?

Well, she did find a way to get here.

I'm sure she can find her way back.

You are something else.

I don't know why she treats me that way.

I'm sorry, Ms. Shirley.

All I've ever tried to do was love her,

you know.

Oh, it's okay. Don't

cry, don't cry. It's okay.

I'm just tired, Calvin.

I'm just so tired.

- Cora, I don't wanna go.

- Mr. Brown...

Cora, you can't make me go, no way.

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