Madea's Family Reunion Page #5

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I think the saddest thing|I've ever seen...

Was Ali...

fighting past his prime.

Or Sinatra singing|after his voice was shot.

Now, what I love|about Lena Horne...

see, Lena Horne was a lady...

and a lady always knows|when to leave.

So, what are you?

I'm a lady who's|got you by the balls.

I want your daughter|in my house... tonight!

I better go.

No, no, no.

Come here.

I'm gonna show you|something.

What is it?

I call it|"Vanessa's rain."

The passion in your eyes.

This red line|represents...

the pain...

that you're trying|to hide from me...

and this is your heart.

That's where I wanna be.

What?

No one's ever done|anything like this...

for me before.

It's so special.

You're special.

You already ate yours.|This is mommy's.

Hey!

What are you doing|with my kids?!

He bought us ice cream.

You OK?

- Yeah?|- Yeah!

Come here. Come here.

I'm 'a go play with cars.

Come here.|Let me see you.

OK. OK.

I want you to go|pack your things...

'cause we're|gonna go, OK?

Did I do something wrong?

I don't know you|well enough...

for you to be|taking my kids...

and I don't know|where you're going!

All right.|I'll take you home.

No, we're gonna be fine.

Nima, come on, now!|Right now! Right now!

Kids, look,|mommy's gonna talk...

to Uncle Frankie for|a second, all right?

We'll be right back.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

You were sleeping so peacefully,|and I know you're tired.

Now, the kids were up...

and I didn't want|them to wake you...

so I took 'em out|for some ice cream.

I just wanted you to rest.

Nobody is gonna hurt my kids.

I love you.

Don't you know I would|never, ever hurt your kids...

or you?

I think that...

"You think that."

Don't tell me what you think.

Hey, tell me...

Tell me what you feel.

I feel that...

that you won't hurt them.

Or you.

Or me.

Oh, God.

You almost knocked|me down here.

You know I don't allow|no running in this house.

Look.

Ah, you got a "B."

Go ahead, honey, you smart.

I am.

Yes, that's wonderful.

I never would have been able|to figure out that algeroe...

and you done figured it out.

That is good.

You did prove you can be|anything you want to be.

Go ahead on.

I look at all|the kids at school...

and they have parents|to help them.

Well, that make you|smarter than them...

'cause you figured it out|all by yourself.

Where your folks at anyway?

When is they coming to get you?

That's what I want to know.

I never knew my daddy,|and my mama's in jail.

I got a bunch of kids|I never knew.

I might be your daddy.

Joe, this baby can stay here|long as she want to.

The hell she can.

Can I?

Yes, till you go|off to college.

College?

Smart as you is, you better go.

It ain't where you|come from, honey...

it's where you going.

No matter what your mama|was or who your daddy was...

you can be anything|you want to be.

Look at Brian.

He turned out|to be a lawyer.

Look at his daddy...

a big old lump of nothing.

Better a lump of nothing|than a lump of cow manu-der.

What you want to be|when you grow up?

A lawyer.

Oh, a lawyer. That's good...

'cause I might need|you to get me off...

after I kill him... Murder One.

I'm gonna be a lawyer.

I'm gonna go call Tiffany.

OK, go call Tiffany.

Gonna be a lawyer.|Go ahead, baby.

You know how much college cost|for that child to be a lawyer?

Who gonna pay for it?

Well, I figure if you|do us a favor and die...

we can use your insurance money.

I wouldn't give you|the satisfaction.

You could sell milk...|"got milk?"

Go straight to hell, Joe.

I'm already talking|about somebody.

Just shut up.

Knock-knock.

Oh, Uncle Joe.

Hi, Madea.

Where is Lisa?

She upstairs somewhere.

Go on, turn around|so I can watch you walk out.

Knock-knock-knock.

Honey, I came to get you.

I brought you|a little something.

She doesn't want|to marry this man.

I'm not gonna argue|with you about this.

Then don't.

Is this how you want to live?

Pathetic like your sister?

Look how she lives.

Is this what you want?

Why are you trying to make|her think this is about her?

You've been living off her|trust fund all these years...

and now that it's almost gone,|you need a new source.

My dad left her money.

He didn't leave her a dime.

He left it all for his|first wife. She's broke.

Stop lying to your sister.

What?

Lisa, you remember|all those trips...

that you took to the museum|with Mother on the weekends...

when I was left at home...

and she would tell you|I was being punished?

I came here to try to smooth|things out with you...

but if you want to continue|telling these lies, I'm leaving.

No, you're not.

You're gonna sit right there.|You're gonna listen.

Lisa, one day, I was sitting|at the bottom of the stairs...

and I heard Mom and your dad|arguing about me.

You're too young to remember,|but he was gonna leave.

Oh, my God.

And I heard Mom say, "No."

"Don't. Please.

"I'll do it. I'll do it."

And I didn't know what|she was talking about.

When she came in,|she found me.

Then she put me|in the bathtub...

and she combed my hair...

and she put make-up on me...

and perfume.

And she said...

"Just relax."

And then she let him|come in and rape me.

That is not true.

Yes, it is true,|and you're gonna tell her.

You are gonna tell her!

He asked me for you.

I had done everything|I could in our family...

everything I could|to please him.

If we were gonna|be comfortable...

I had to make|some hard, hard decisions.

He would have walked out|and left us destitute.

You should be happy...

you were able|to save our family.

Are you insane?

No. I'm a realist.

I worked...

worked two jobs.

When your low-down father|walked out on me...

and I was tired,|and I deserved better.

And when I snatched|my little bit of happiness...

I was not gonna let you|take that away from me.

Sweetheart...

you were my only option.

Mom...

"Mom."

Just stop that whining.|Just stop it.

I have taken care of you|like a little princess...

the best schools,|go in designer clothes...

all of that.

Now it is time for you|to take care of me!

You hear me?

My mother was a real whore...

and a junkie...

and she traded me...

for ten dollars and a fix.

There are many things|in my life that I regret...

including having you|for a daughter...

because that man|was your father.

But I will not...

apologize for|the decisions I made.

I am not your tragedy.

Lisa, I thought that she|was just controlling you...

but she's been|controlling me, too.

I worry about my children...

about what somebody's|gonna do to them...

every second|they're out of my sight.

I have a man...

who wants to love me...

but I won't let him|because of you.

I refuse to let you|hold me back anymore.

I'm gonna love hard.

I'm gonna|be a better mother.

You don't win...

because your hand-me-downs|stop here.

I forgive you...

with all my might...

and I'm gonna pray...

that God has mercy|on your soul.

Get your things.

I'll wait for you in the car.

I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I told you to get|off the phone.

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