The Best Man Holiday Page #6

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Nothing's wrong with you.

You sure about that?

I'm not going to be famous,

run a network or

make a ton of money.

Robyn.

I know who I married.

Then act like it.

I try really hard.

I try really hard to be

positive and supportive.

But sometimes I need that, too.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You have to stop

sneaking around.

If you want to do Lance's

bio, then ask him.

No matter what he says,

it's going to be okay.

You have to believe that.

Oh...

Jesus.

Shelby, what the hell

are you doing?

I'm using the bathroom.

Julian.

You seem so stressed.

I am.

And this is not helping.

I'm sorry.

Any luck finding a new donor?

Not for the entire amount, no.

Well, I might be able to help.

Why don't we just get together and

talk about it and have dinner?

Dinner?

Yeah.

I mean, I have to

see a business plan.

Can't we just

have lunch sometime?

I'm sorry, honey.

My money, my terms.

Wear something nice.

Shelby, Shelby, wait.

Hmm.

God bless you.

Merry Christmas.

Mia.

Go back to bed.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

Cancer?

How long have you known?

About a year now.

Well, have you

tried everything?

You name it.

Traditional,

holistic, experimental.

It's just aggressive.

Why haven't you told any of us?

Honestly, I...

I've been trying to

find the right moment

to say something,

but everything...

It's been so beautiful

and I didn't want to ruin it.

Other than our folks,

we haven't told anyone.

The kids know that

their mommy is sick, but...

They don't understand

what's about to happen.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't talk like that now.

Listen. I'm doing my best

to be at peace with this.

But I need your help.

Lance, he hasn't

come to terms with this.

And when it hits

him that I'm...

I need you to be there for him.

He needs you.

And you need him.

Mia.

Harper knows, honey.

Why don't you go

back to bed, sweetie?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Get some rest.

Okay.

Lance, I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Just keep it to yourself.

We're not trying to make

a big deal out of this.

But this is a big deal.

How do you expect me to...

It's what we want.

Besides, you're good

at keeping secrets, right?

Well, there's got to be

something else you can do.

I mean, you can't give up.

We're not giving up.

It's God's turn.

He'll see her through this.

We're praying every day.

You're praying?

Are you serious?

Mmm.

So you're still that guy, huh?

"Sometimes you got to step

out on faith. " You remember?

Or was that just some bullshit

that you were feeding me then?

No, no.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Mia's going to be fine.

We are all going to bear

witness to a miracle.

You'll see.

Get some sleep.

Yeah.

Baby, can you just...

Baby, move your leg.

Okay, here we go.

Stop, stop. Candace?

Candace. Stop.

What?

What?

Just stop.

What is the matter?

I thought I heard something.

No. I didn't hear anything.

Yeah.

I think the kids...

The kids are sleeping.

Come on, baby.

Please, just lie there

and relax.

Sure.

Okay.

Yes.

And let Candy take

care of you. Okay?

Is that what you used to say

to your customers?

What did you just say?

- Girls!

- Candace.

Girls!

Candace!

Keisha! Kelly! Girls!

Candace, wait. Wait!

Why?

Everyone already

knows I'm a ghetto-ass

dick-sucking, stripping ho!

Right?

Yes! We do.

Shelby!

Really?

Keisha, Kelly, go get your stuff.

Come on, Kelly.

Hurry up!

Go!

And, b*tch, you best not say

another motherfucking word!

"Motherfucking word. "

Upstairs.

Trick!

No! I am not staying here!

Let's go upstairs!

Can somebody please tell me why he

chose this five-dollar ho over me?

Shut up, Shelby!

Just shut up!

You shut up, Julian!

Shut up.

No. You f***ing shut up, b*tch!

You were a f***ing finalist

on Flavor of Love All-Stars!

You tongue-kissed

nasty-ass Flavor Flav

on national f***ing

television, whore.

Yeah, but I didn't swallow dick

for tips, you dirty skank.

Yes, you did. You lonely,

miserable b*tch!

It's called f***ing alimony!

- Oh, my God!

- Shelby!

F***ing b*tch!

Oh, my God.

Jesus!

Get off of me!

F*** you!

Stop. Stop!

You dirty b*tch!

F*** you!

Dirty b*tch! Let me go!

Shelby, stop!

Lance! Get off of me!

Please! Please.

Stop it!

Are you happy now?

Shelby.

- Come on, girls! Now!

- Candace?

- Let's go!

- Candace.

I'm so sorry.

- Just get your stuff.

- I don't wanna go. I like it here.

Mommy?

What?

Are you okay?

On, baby...

Honey, I'm sorry.

Don't cry, baby.

This doesn't feel

like Christmas to me.

Oh, baby.

Mommy's sorry, honey.

Mommy's sorry.

Mia?

Babe.

Mia?

Mommy's sorry.

What did you say?

No, I'm good.

I'm sorry.

Thought you were...

Said something.

Man, you know what? Look

on the bright side, man.

If you and Candy ever get

into some money problems,

you might be able to

put her in the ring.

She's got a hell

of a right hook.

Million Dollar Baby.

Wow.

You're an a**hole.

I'm an a**hole?

You're an a**hole!

What did I do?

No wonder you hooked up with Shelby.

You two deserve each other.

You're like two

sides of the same coin.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think

you gave her that video on purpose.

That sh*t hurt

my feelings, man.

And lucky for you,

you do know better.

Yeah? How am I supposed

to know better, huh?

You just love stirring the pot.

Watching people

sweat and squirm.

Just like you did years ago

with Harper's book.

Whoa. Hey. Don't bring... You

don't got to talk about that.

Always messing around!

What Harper put in his book

ain't got sh*t to do with me!

You put yourself

in this predicament.

Shelby had it out for Candy

the moment she got there.

Q. Come on, man.

And it was your bama ass

that married a stripper!

Deal with it. Damn it.

Ah! Praying Mantis!

F***ing Murch!

Yo! Hey!

He's biting me!

He's biting me!

I'm Tiger Claw!

Hey, hey. Hold up.

You don't use Screaming Monkey!

You can't use Monkey Paw! That ain't fair!

I'm sick of you!

Y'all need to act

like you got some sense!

No Monkey Paw!

Take your hat!

Screaming Monkey!

You call her stripper again,

I'll Screaming

Monkey all over your ass!

Y'all mess up my saddle,

you're gonna be Monkey Pawing

your asses back to the house!

- I'm sorry, Lance!

- No Monkey Paw.

- Just don't mess up his stuff, man!

- No Monkey Paw!

Get off me!

I hope you die.

Ho ho ho!

Merry Christmas!

Hope, honey, can you hold still?

I am holding still, Mommy.

Um...

Faith, can you help your sister?

Here, let me

hang your ornament.

Mia. Come on, girl. We're gonna

be late for our massages!

Oh, my God. Mia!

Mommy?

- Mommy?

- Hey, honey.

Are you okay?

No.

It's not okay.

Come on, you guys.

Let's watch TV. Mommy's okay.

Come on. It's okay.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

Hey.

What about my babies?

God damn it.

This is something we are

really, truly excited...

What's happening, Joe?

What's going on?

Uh...

Don't bullshit me, man.

I'll be back when I'm back.

I don't care!

Make an excuse.

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