Tangerine Page #7

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I don't think she gots

what you want, Ra-Ra.

Nigga, come here. Let me talk to you.

There's his cab. Should I stop here?

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop right here.

Cause I'm

feeling f***ing generous,

I have motherfucking holiday spirit

alright, nigga,

I'm gonna get you Pinkberry.

You ever hear of Pinkberry?

Oh, man, trust me.

You know what? It's okay.

I don't need money.

Merry motherfucking Christmas,

you know what I'm saying?

Merry Christmas.

Happy New Year.

Razmik!

That is a cute-ass blouse.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

- I don't understand.

- You said you were going to work.

I am at work. I'm getting coffee.

Girl, she shopped

at the same store you shopped at!

Did Yeva bring you here?

Is she here?

No, Yeva did not.

Karo brought me here.

But she wore it better, b*tch!

Nobody asked you, b*tch.

I'm not going anywhere

until I get an explanation.

Who are these people?

These are just regular people.

Come on, let's go home.

I said I'm not going to go anywhere.

Now you got her

talking to him in Chinese!

This is funny!

Oh, I see... you are smoking

marijuana with these people.

Oh, my God,

what are you talking about?

If she's talking about me,

I'll f*** her up.

She thinks I'm doing drugs. Can you

please tell her I don't do drugs?

- No, he don't do my drugs.

- You see?

He just f*** all these b*tches.

He f*** my b*tches.

- Are you crazy?

- Prostitution?

No!

How do you say that sh*t in Russian?

Oh... prostituke!

You have to stop starting sh*t.

Oh, these are prostitutes.

These are prostitutes.

She called me a nick niggy, girl!

Ashken, let me explain.

Oh, my God... these are men.

Oh, my God... these are men.

- Wait till you find out about...

- Will you stop over there!

Oh, dear Lord,

my heart is going to stop.

Will you stop?

I'm going to have a heart attack.

I can't have your wife

dying up in here.

Sh*t, she dying, yo!

You gotta tell her I don't know you.

This is my mother-in-law.

Motherf***er, I don't know you.

I don't know that b*tch either!

Mister Chester!

Hold on! She calling the police!

Yeva, come to the corner

of Santa Monica

and Highland.

Donut shop.

She's calling the police!

Your name is Tyrone and I'm Billy!

They ain't never gonna find us!

Your husband is with gay prostitutes.

Corner of Santa Monica and Highland.

Tell that b*tch do not call the cops!

Done! Done!

See what you did?

Oh, sh*t. Who's sh*t is this?

This isn't mine, this is good.

Ashken, listen to me. Let's go home.

Don't touch me.

What do you mean "don't touch me"?

Why did you come here?

Hey, there is no fighting in here.

- C'mon, get up.

- Don't touch me.

He hurting you?

I can call the police if he...

No, no, no.

I'm not hurting her.

This is my mother-in-law.

She's just a little bit crazy.

No cops, please.

- Did you hear what she said?

- Razmik!

"Oh, how was the performance,

Alexandra?"

"Oh, it was great.

Thanks for asking."

You think the government doesn't know

about aliens and spaceships and sh*t?

You think they not keeping it

a secret from us?

- Exactly. That's cool.

- That's right. I'm with this b*tch.

- I know you're with that b*tch.

- Not like that.

You are embarrassing me.

No, you are embarrassing us.

C'mon, get up.

What do you want from us?

Don't you feel sorry for my daughter?

So did Mr. Falafel have a big dick?

What? Spit it out.

I didn't. I swallowed it.

I know... I...

I f***ing set that one up, didn't I?

She's going to call the police.

In front of all these people,

I'm going to rip your mask off.

Listen to me. Get up. Let's go.

I'm going to find out

what you are doing here.

Razmik?

Are you people totally insane?

Why did you bring the baby here?

Mom, what's going on here?

Your husband is a dog. Dog.

Mom, what's going on with you?

You think I don't know?

I check your bank statements...

Every night he withdraws cash

from your account...

What does he spend it on? Them.

This is embarrassing. Please.

Let's go home.

Mom, why are you getting involved

in my family's affairs?

It's none of your business.

You can pretend to be blind

but I cannot.

Get up. We're going home.

I'm not going to allow him

to get away with this.

- You see that? You see that?

- Sin-Dee, leave them alone.

Help me out, sister...

When your husband goes out

and buys a girl like me,

do you consider that cheating?

Sin-Dee, can you please

not talk to my wife.

- Sin-Dee, please...

- Get your hands off her.

You even know their names?

Oh, my God.

- No, let's go.

- Of course he knows my name!

Say my name, say my name

Yo, you're the b*tch they threw out!

Shut your ass up, girl!

What is the prostitute saying to you?

These are the type of hoes you like?

Dumbass hoes like this?

He comes home every night

smelling like cheap perfume

and you don't say anything.

I know my husband well enough.

Come on, let's go.

You think you know him?

You are blind.

Razmik, why?

Why what? What?

She's been trying

to destroy our family from day one.

No, you are.

Razmik, just apologize to the b*tch.

Don't be a p*ssy, yo.

Do not apologize for sh*t, yo!

Shut up and get out

of our business, okay?

That's right, Ra-Ra.

You should apologize

for taking her to

a f***ed up hairdresser.

Oh, that's catty, b*tch.

What is the prostitute saying to you?

Razmik supports the family.

He takes care of us.

What are you talking about?

He only takes care of himself.

I'm going home.

Mom, what do you want to do,

destroy my family?

I'll see you in ten years, kid!

Oh, my God, I hate men.

I'm going to rip his mask off.

Sometimes a wife

has to turn a blind eye.

No! No!

Get her! Throw a donut at that b*tch!

Have her, mama.

Chester!

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

B*tch call me. Yo, your wife is hot.

I just call the cops. You and you

and you all get out! Out!

No, no, no.

Mamasan, I'm sorry.

Get the f*** out, now.

We cool?

I know what you're trying to do.

Come on, I ain't trying to do sh*t.

Come on, let me get some of that.

You know you really

piss me off sometimes, Chess.

I know. I know.

But it's good to see you, baby.

Good to see you, too.

You know,

I kinda wish she didn't tell me.

Wait. You wish who

didn't tell you what?

Duh.

What do you mean, duh?

- Hold up, hold up, hold up.

- What?

This b*tch is the one that told you

about this sh*t?

You the one that caused

all this motherfucking commotion?

Her motherfucking ass

goes motherfucking crazy

on one of my hoes

'cause you started this sh*t?

You get my ass thrown out

of motherfucking Donut Time

where I conduct

my day to day sh*t, right?

You act so motherfucking high

and mighty about this sh*t.

Yeah, yeah, I see it.

No, no, no, no. But here the thing.

Here the thing...

What didn't she tell you?

She didn't tell you that me and her

were knocking it three weeks ago.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What?

You didn't wanna f***ing tell her

that part.

You saved her that sh*t.

You didn't tell her.

- Oh, sh*t.

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