Madea's Family Reunion Page #3

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You ain't got no choice.

Why you don't want to go?

I don't want to|ride the bus.

Why?

Little girl,|you better answer me.

Kids be mean to me.

They say all kind|of stuff about me.

And what you say to them?

Nothin'.

Honey, folk gonna|talk about you...

'til the day you die.

Ain't nothin' you can do.

Let folks talk.|People talk about me.

Yeah. They used|to call her "wide load."

Wide load. Beep.

That's what|they used to say...

when she be comin'.

Honey, listen to me.

It ain't what|people call you...

it's what you answer to.

You hear me?|You remember that.

Come on.

Where you goin'?

To the bus. Come on.

I'll be right back.|Ya'll sit there and eat.

Only way to deal|with a bully is...

to confront them|face to face.

You understand?

Hold on, bus driver.

I need to talk to some of|these children on the bus.

Come on, little girl.

Get on the bus.

Listen up!

This here is|a friend of mine...

and she been tellin' me|that a few of ya'll...

been saying some|stuff about her.

If I catch any one|of ya'll saying something...

it's gonna be me|and you, you hear me?

Shut up, old lady!

All my life I had to fight.

I loves Harpo...

but I'll kill him dead|'fore I let him beat me.

Who's Harpo?

Go on. Go to school.

Go on, sit down.

I'll be waiting for you|when you get off.

Ain't nobody gonna|mess with you.

Nobody.

I ain't.

I'll be waiting|for you at 3:00.

Let me see|if you can do that.

Oh, not bad.

Let me check.

They're still open.|Hey, what happened?

Just do it!

Chicken.

- Hey.|- Hi, guys. Hi.

What's going on?|Hold on.

This is Nima.

- Hey, Nima.|- And this is Jonathan.

Hi, Jonathan. This is|my son Tre. Say hi.

- Hello, Tre.

Yes, you can.|Let me tie your shoes.

Hold up. Just wait|right here, all right?

Yeah, but you gotta be|careful though, OK?

Go ahead. You can|go with them.

Watch your brother,|OK, Nima? OK.

- All right.|- All right.

Your kids are beautiful.

Thank you.

So is your son.

Yeah. He's funny.

They are a blessing,|aren't they?

Yep.

Definitely.

So where's his mother?

She's married.

Doesn't have|much time for him.

What about their fathers?

One's in jail...

and Nima's dad,|he was...

is married.

He won't even see her.

Tell me about you.|Your mother, father?

Mother and father|are both dead.

I was an only child.

Like my job. Love to paint.

I'm a Christian.

Try to do the right thing.

OK.

So, you seem to be|this great guy...

terrific dad...

and no woman|snatched you?

OK, so what's|the real problem?

Well...

Come on.

I guess|I'm old-fashioned.

You know?

I like to be the chaser.

Oh, really?

Is that you, Penny?

Well, it's about time.

That's a shame.

That is a shame,

Gonna burn|that little girl.

Lord have mercy.

What make people be|so mean to children?

They like to|make up stories.

Sure. OK. Bye-bye.

Didn't I tell you...

to come straight|home from school?

Come here.

Where you been?

I had to go|to my friend's house.

What friend?

You don't know her.

I want you in this house...

before the streetlights|come on.

Do you hear me?

- Yeah.|- Yes, what?

Yes, ma'am.

How was school?

Good.

Got any homework?

I did it already.

In what?

Algebra.

Algebra, huh?

Don't do it.

Don't whup the girl.|Don't do it, Mabel.

I done|told you, you...

Hey, come here!

OK, OK, OK!

Mabel, you jiggling|like jell-o.

Turn around here.

You stop that!|You better...

Girl, look at me!|Look at me.

Why wasn't you|at school today?

I went to the park.

She lyin'.

What was you doin'|in the park?

You supposed to be|at the schoolhouse.

Little girl, I'm not|gonna ask you no more.

I'm not smart|like the other kids.

I can't do that stuff.

Who told you that?

My last foster mother.

She told me|the only thing...

I'm gonna be smart enough|to do is lay on my back.

Was your foster|mother Jennifer?

I know Jennifer. I know her.|That's all she used to do.

Shut up, Joe. I'm trying|to talk to this child.

The best revenge you|can have on somebody...

that told you|something like that...

is to prove them wrong.

Best revenge you can have...

is to kick they butt.

That's the best revenge.

I went to that school,|and I got your homework.

Talked to your teacher.

She said this is what you|have to do in the morning...

so go up there|and get it done.

Can you help me with it?

It's algebra.

Honey, I don't know|nothing about that algebra.

When I was in school,|we had 3 R's.

Read, write, 'rithmetic.

I don't know nothing|about algeroe.

'Cause she dumb as hell.|If it ain't got no food...

or sugar on it...

she can't figure out|what it is.

All she do is eat.

Go upstairs. I'm gonna|get you Tiffany's number.

That's Brian's daughter.|She'll be able to help you.

She's a little older than you.|She can help you.

Better be at school when|I tell you to go to school.

I look in the mirror

I don't know

Who's staring back at me

A soul gets lost

Controlled

By his lovin'|in the mirror

The reflection

From your eyes

I didn't know that.

I didn't know that.|Did you?

No. That is hilarious.

Lisa, this man is a riot.

Yes, he is.

So you have to tell me|the rest of the story, Carlos.

How is the wedding|planning coming?

Great.

You must be so excited.

Over the moon.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Long nights.

You want|to dance, honey?

Yes.

You sure?

- Yeah.|- OK.

All right, y'all|excuse us please?

Excuse me.

She'll love it.

They are such|a lovely couple.

Why do you insist on|embarrassing me?

I'm sorry.|I'm a little tired...

that's all.

When I get you|outta here...

I don't understand.

Shut up.

Can't take you anywhere.

Just wait.

Just wait.

Let's not wait, Carlos.

Just do it now.

Just hit me...

so all your friends|can see...

what kind of a man|you really are.

You love to provoke me,|don't you?

Why do you insist on|doing things the hard way?

You love it when|I'm not myself?

You like the highs|and lows of me?

But you always|play the victim, baby.

I'm leaving.

No, you're not.

Baby, this dance|ain't over.

And if you think you're|talking about leaving me...

well...

I love you to death...

and I mean that.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm old. Hell, I can't|hold it no more.

All ya'll be knowin'|I got to fart.

Sometimes it|just run on out.

Gotta do what|you gotta do.

That's right.

When you get to be|this age, you'll know.

Farts come free.

You be tryin'|to hold it...

you mess around...

blow your eyes out|tryin' to hold it.

I'm just playing|with you here.

I tried to hold it|one time, man...

I just started|crampin' up...

'cause I was around|a bunch of people...

on the aeroplane.

I had to let it go.|You got to let it go!

When it's time|to let it go...

you gotta let it go.

- Let it go and let God.|- Go ahead.

That's nature.|Yep, nature.

I'm fixin' to let go.|Let it go.

Good job.

That was beautiful.

Music to my ears.

I hear you're gonna|take her out somewhere.

You gonna get some?

Nah, we're just...

We're just|going to dinner.

Dinner? That's all|that means.

When you ask a woman|to dinner...

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