Madea's Family Reunion

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Good morning, baby girl.

Now, baby, I got|to go to work.

So, I thought|that this salt bath...

would help with|your soreness.

I love you.

Enjoy your bath.

I know, mom.

Yeah.

Soon.

OK.

OK, bye.

- Hey! Hi.|- Hey, guys.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

I'm afraid.

Oh, wait, I have to|get my purse.

We got you covered.|Come on, girl.

No, I can't leave|without my phone.

I am so glad you came.

What do you mean?|You guys kidnapped me.

Well, you deserve it...

and so do I.

All that running around|with my 2 kids.

How are my niece|and my nephew anyway?

They are wonderful...

but you know we had|to move in with Madea.

Neither one of these|baby daddies...

is paying child support.

Triflin'. You know.

It's OK. I'm doing|what I gotta do.

That's a black|woman's motto.

We don't always do|what we want to do...

but we always do|what we have to do.

You should've let me|bring my purse.

You guys can't|afford all this.

Lisa, we wanted to do|something special for you.

Will you relax?|We got it.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm Frankie Henderson.

You ride my bus|all the time.

The number 9.

Right.

Is this your gym?

No, I just|dropped off a painting.

Well, it was good|to see you again.

Look, I was|just wondering...

would you like to go|out with me sometime?

I wrote my number down...

and I know|this place maybe...

You are bold.

You're gonna ask her out|right in front of us?

You know we're gonna|talk about you, right?

Yeah, well...

now that I'm|officially embarrassed...

Excuse me.|I'm her sister.

She'll be calling you.

Good.

All right, bye.

Bye.

Lisa!

Looks like somebody's|got a secret admirer.

Oh, please. You are|taking this number.

No, you didn't!

Yes, I did.

What did he say?

What could he say?|He had to come clean.

He was married.

I am so sick of dating.

And ya'll want me|to go on a date.

'Cause you need to.

You haven't been|out in two years.

Don't worry about me.

Let's talk about you.

In less than ninety days...

you're gonna be marrying...

one of the most eligible|bachelors in Atlanta.

And he's rich?

What did you say he do again?

He's an investment banker.

Yeah, my mom introduced|me to him last year.

I don't even know what|an investment banker does...

but he must be|doing it very well.

Living here|on the 30th floor.

I gotta check my phone.

Just a second.

Who can that be?

I don't know.|You better get it.

Oh.

Are you|Miss Lisa Breaux?

Yes, I am.

May I come in?

Yeah, sure.

What's going on?

You...

are under arrest.

Oh...

No, no, no.|Stop, stop, stop.

No, no. Just stop.

- Just enjoy it.|- Really!

No, really,|you have to go.

No, no, no, no, no,|you have to...

- Girl...|- Please stop that!

I should've cashed my check.

You have to stop|this right now.

OK, OK. Just stop!

Hi, honey.

Hi. I am so sorry.|This was...

this was our idea.

It was all your idea.

Oh, don't be silly.

- Don't be silly.|- I'm Vanessa.

I'm Lisa's sister.|It's really good to meet you.

- This is your sister?|- Yeah.

Come here. So you're|family, family, family.

Come here.

Well, hey, hey.|You guys carry on.

Do your thing, brother.

All right.

Have a good time.

OK. Put the music back on.

No, no, no.|You guys have to go.

Why? He said it was OK.

Donna, look what|she got back there.

She don't need this. Come on!

Whatever.

I paid you|for a full dance...

so we gonna finish|at my house.

It was really good|spending time with you.

Thank you.

Love you. Love you too.

OK, bye. See you guys! Bye!

- Call us!|- I will! OK.

What you doing|bringing him in my house?

And I've been calling you.

I've been|calling you all day.

I left my phone here.

You love making|me angry, don't you?

I think you do this|on purpose.

You see how nice|your life could be...

if you just do what I say?

Fix your hair.

Mrs. Breaux.

Victor.

You look fantastic.

Thank you.

Hello. Hi.

- You look wonderful.|- Thanks.

Sweetie, my darling.

Thank you.

Well, I just came...

from my mother-of-|the-bride dress fitting...

and the gown is gorgeous!

That B. Michael is a genius.

Sit up straight, dear.

What is wrong with you?

You're so mopey when|you should be so excited.

Well, I'm not, Mom.

I know. You just have|cold feet, that's all.

That's normal.

He hits me.

When?

Often.

Well, you must stop|doing what you're doing...

to make him angry.

What?

Women sometimes have|to deal with things...

to be comfortable.

Mom, listen...

You listen.

Now it's time|for you to grow up.

Of course|you're gonna marry him.

What else are you|gonna do...

work in a bridal shop|like your sister?

Now, just be a good wife.

Do what the man says...

and you won't|have any problems.

Waiter!

Yes, ma'am?

I will have the salad|with bleu cheese...

and no bacon, please.

What would you|like, darling?

Now, why were you stealing?

'Cause I was hungry.

What happened to your|other foster parents?

They don't care.

They didn't even know|that I was gone.

Have a seat|until I can get...

a representative|here from child welfare.

Call the next case.

City of Atlanta|versus Mabel Simmons.

Madea!

What are you up to now?

She took off her|house arrest bracelet.

You better have a good|reason for taking it off...

because I have a good mind|to send you to jail right now.

Actually, she does.

She takes care|of my elderly father...

and, he was sick,|and she needed to get...

Oh, I don't|believe that crap.

You don't know how to lie.

What kind of lawyer|don't know how to lie?

Lie and lawyer go together.

Lie-awyer, lie-awyer.

Do you take care|of his father?

Yes, I have to though...

'cause ain't nobody else|gonna take care of him.

That's my only brother,|and I take care...

of his kids|when he has court...

and I take care|of my great-niece...

and her children.

They at my house too...

'cause I open my house|up to anybody in need.

They can|come to my house...

get a good meal, everything.

That's why|I can't be tied down.

I have to be going|to the store and stuff.

I feed the homeless|and help the hungry.

I'm going out in|the highways and by-ways

and doing what|the lord told me to do.

Praise him.|Thank you, Jesus.

Does she watch your kids?

She's actually really good.

She's a big|disciplinarian though...

but they have a lot|of respect for her.

Really?

Stand up, Nikki.

Mabel Simmons...

since you can't seem to act|like you have any sense...

except if you're|caring for somebody...

meet Nikki Grady.

You're her new foster mother.

The hell I am.

Hell, no!

It's a reason why God put|a woman through menopause.

I'm past 60, honey.|You know what that mean?

Madea, calm down.

Ain't supposed to be|bothered with no bad kids.

I will kill|that little girl.

I don't know her.

She might be one of them|Sandinistas or something.

She might be...

So? You ugly anyway, old lady.

She trying to get me the|electric chair already.

Either you're|her foster mother...

or you're a prison mother.

I'll take the prison|for 200, Alex.

Lock me up. I'd rather be...

in Martha Stewart's|old cell...

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