Madea's Family Reunion Page #4

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that means|you're fixin' to get some.

Nasty bastard!|Always in my house!

Passing gas!

Oh. How you doing?|I'm Mabel. Hello.

Yeah.

- Nice to meet you.|- Good to meet you.

Have a seat. She'll|be down in a minute.

- Want something to drink?|- I'm OK. Thank you.

Sit down. Sit down.|Rest yourself.

You know she's got|two kids, don't ya?

Yes, I do. I know.

And you still want|to go out with her?

I got a son, too.

You must be desperate.

Joe, shut up.

Be careful now,|she's fertile.

Fertile. She gets|pregnant easy.

Shut the hell up.

Hey! Hey!

Don't you look|beautiful, honey?

Hi.

You ready?

Yeah.

You go on.|I got these kids.

Thanks a lot.

All right, baby.

- Nice to meet you guys.|- Good night.

All right.|See you later, Rocky.

Frankie.

Whatever. Rocky,|Rocko, whatever.

Do the rocka-wear.

You know she coming back|here pregnant, don't ya?

The sunlight danced|across her body...

as lightning flashed.

I knew God had to be angry.

Of course she was mine|and I was hers...

but only for that moment...

because just as the sun...

interrupted the moon...

I knew that evening|would end.

And so would we...

because we both were...

a part of another family.

Thank you.

I knew you were|gonna like it.

Tonight's poets|and painters' night.

The poet speaks|and the painter paints.

But the catch is|you only have two minutes.

It's fun.

What I want you to do|right now, crowd...

is put your hands together|for Frankie and Vanessa.

I'm a little nervous|about this.

I didn't know that he|signed us up.

We're all family here.

You all show 'em|some love, please.

This is called...

"The courage to love."

It takes courage...

to love again...

when you've been hurt.

It takes pain...

and strength again...

To pack it all away.

Somewhere|in all the pain...

somebody has to have|the courage...

to be OK.

Pain...

gives...

me...

courage...

to love.

Thank you.

I don't know why|I keep doing this.

I mean, things are good.

When they're good,|they're good, right?

I'm sorry, Lisa.

I love you so much,|and l... and I... I can't...

I'm gonna go to counseling.

Just don't leave me.

OK? I'm gonna|get help, just...

Everybody I love leaves me.

I can't do this anymore.

I just said I was sorry.

That's not enough.

Wha...

You want to leave me?

Do you want to leave me?!

OK.

That's the only way|you're gonna leave me.

Stop!

- No! Stop!|- You want to go?

Stop it! Please!

OK! OK!

I'll stay!

What?!

I'll stay! What?

Say it louder.|Say it louder.

I'll stay!|I'll stay!

I'll stay.

Tell me that you love me.

I love you.

Tell me that you|love me again.

I love you.

Say it again.

I love you. I love you.

OK. OK.

It's gonna be OK.

I have never, in all my life,|had such a good time.

You should have called me|a long time ago.

When my son was born...

I turned my life|over to God...

and I've been celibate|since then...

and I will be until|I get married.

It's just easier|not to date.

Is that what you think|I wanted from you, sex?

Let's be honest.|All men come for something.

Some men come to restore.

I had a really|good time tonight.

Thank you.

So...

Donna tells me that you|have been out every night...

with a certain bus driver.

He's a great guy.

He loves kids.

Just when I thought...

that every man|was gonna be the same...

here he comes.

I think you're in love.

I'm... in strong like.

Besides, you're the one|getting married.

You're the one in love.

I don't love him...

the way he loves me.

Then why are you|marrying him?

Mom says love will come.

Mom.

Don't do that.

You listen to me.

Don't blame her.

She has had you|under her thumb...

since you were born.

She lives her life|through you.

Don't you wanna just make|a decision on your own?

Just once?

Lisa, you gotta|learn to fight.

Fight?

I've never had|to fight before.

Somebody has always|fought for me.

And I can't...|I can't fight him.

He just gets so angry.

Is he hitting you?

Yeah.

Hell, no! Madea!

You are staying here tonight!

Do you understand me?

Promise me you will|not say anything.

What's going on?

We have a friend...

and her husband|is beating her...

and we would just|like to know...

what we should do.

Before or after|his funeral?

Does she want to get out?

Does she?

Yes.

But he won't let her.

Sit down. Let me|tell you a story.

Sit down.

I'm 'a tell you this.

Can't nobody help your friend|until she wanna get help.

You can want all your life|to help somebody...

but if they don't|want to get help...

it ain't gonna happen.

You listen to me.

When you get tired of a man|hittin' on you, honey...

ain't nothing you can do|but cook breakfast for him.

Cook breakfast.

Bring him into the kitchen...

and get you a big old pot|of hot grits...

and when it start to boil|like lava...

and after he got good|and comfortable...

you say, "good morning."

Throw it right on him.

Get you a pot like this...

Take it and throw it.

You need you a skillet...

with a nice good|balanced weight on it.

You understand?

And as you throw it,|you swat.

Throw it and swat,|you hear me?

Throw it and swat.

Venus and Serena.

That's called grit ball.

So the third-quarter profit|should be up 17%.

Beautiful work, everyone.

I will see you all tomorrow.

Thank you.

Kevin, don't forget that|wire transfer, all right?

Mr. Armstrong...

a Victoria Breaux|is here to see you.

Send her in.

Hello, Carlos.

I rushed right over.

She hasn't been home|in 3 days.

My patience is wearing thin.

How can I convince her|what a great man you are...

if you insist on acting|like such a savage?

Savage?

I'm a collector of|beautiful things.

Now, would I scratch my Monet?

Would I deface my Picasso?

I won't keep bringing|my child back to you...

if you continue to put|your hands on her.

Your child? You almost|sound like her mother.

Let's not get|this thing twisted.

I've been your banker|for the last 4 years.

I know better than anyone|why you want this.

I am not the only one|benefiting here.

If she found out...

that I have had access|to her trust fund...

through you,|Mr. Investment banker...

you are on the line as well.

Now here are the rules|of engagement.

You will not hit her again.

And I will tell her that|you're getting counseling...

which may not be|such a bad idea.

I read about women like you.

Women who live their lives|through their daughters...

entering them into pageants|and acting classes.

'Cause you really want|to be her, don't you?

I've read about men|like you, too.

Overachievers.

Trying to make up|for what they lack.

Controlling because|they really are insecure...

and they think...

that when|they're in public...

everyone can see|their little secret.

You want me, don't you?

Don't flatter yourself.

You see, I like men.

Real men...

and not little boys|who throw temper tantrums...

'cause they can't|control little girls.

Your horns are showing.

Are you upset|because mine are bigger?

And...

for the record...

if I wanted you...

I could have you.

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