The Brothers Page #9

That's your b*tch!

That is BeBe, man.

- She's trying to kill us.

- Go and talk to her.

What will I say,

how many bullets to put in my ass?

I ain't going out like a punk.

I'll tell her how I feel.

It's better here.

I told you she won first place

in a marksman contest.

You gotta piss off

the b*tch from The Matrix.

Terry, come on, baby, I...

...love...

...you.

- What's going on?

- We're gonna be here all day.

Somebody will call the police.

In this neighbourhood?

A gunshot's like a doorbell.

- Okay, wait. I'll go talk to her.

- What?

If she wanted to shoot us, she would

have by now. I'll talk her down.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

J, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I got us in this mess.

I'll get us out.

No, no, Terry.

She is mad at you. I'll do it.

Cool.

What?

Be careful, J.

Terry, baby!

- What's she doing here?

- She's been following me around.

BeBe?

BeBe?

It's me, Jackson.

I don't want you, Jackson.

I want Terry!

All right, BeBe, listen to me

for a minute, okay?

Terry, get out here before

I shoot his dick off!

Hey, wait. You don't want to do

something you're gonna regret.

Now listen, BeBe, I know how you feel.

Men don't know sh*t!

No, I do know. See, right now,

you're feeling like you're nothing.

Oh, okay.

You look out to the world and all you

can see is the person that you want...

...the love that you thought

was yours.

I know, because I've made women

feel that way, BeBe.

For the first time,

it's come back on me.

I made Denise leave me.

I let my problems blind me for what

I've been looking for my entire life.

I feel like somebody dropped

a mountain on my heart.

What're you talking about, Jack?

I'm talking about love, BeBe.

Now, if you really love

Terry, and I know you do...

...then losing you will hurt him more

than anything.

But he's got to find that out

for himself.

Okay?

It's okay. It's okay.

All right? Just give me the gun.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, all right?

BeBe, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Who's gonna fix this sh*t?

Man, I thought I'd never see this day.

Me neither. But I'm loving it.

Yeah, me too.

Well, I'm gonna go meet some men.

No use wasting the dress.

No, wait, wait. Hey...

Hey, son.

I just wanted to say thank you

before it got all crazy around here.

Thank me for what?

Let's just say you...

...woke me up.

Helped me to turn my eyes back

to what's important in life.

You know, they say a father

should be wiser than his son.

I'm glad this time

it turned out not to be true.

Look at this. Look at this.

I love when my men are affectionate.

- I love you, Ma.

- I love you too.

- Hey, man, your brother's getting big.

- Yeah, yeah.

I finally talked my mom into letting

him stay with me too.

J, you're the man of the hour.

Moms and Pops are doing their thing.

- You gotta be feeling good.

- Yeah, man.

Congratulations.

I'm looking at your dad and your mom.

I can't believe he's doing it again.

He looks happy, don't he?

I'm just saying.

Just like me and mine.

I don't want to brag, but a young

brother is getting all he can stand.

- Back up off me.

- That's my man.

- Let's have a toast on that.

- I gotta hold out.

I gotta make sure BeBe's

not having flashbacks.

Give her some love.

Sheila, get away from BeBe.

I see a little something special

right there that I want to talk to.

- I got it, man.

- Talk to you later.

All right.

Excuse me.

- May I fill your glass?

- You may.

On that note, I'm gonna get a drink.

Get me another champagne.

Honey, if had I had a gun

the time I married Derrick...

Denise.

I need to talk to you.

I don't want to do this, Jackson.

I'm only here because

your mom asked me to come.

Wait, wait. I have to tell

you what's been happening to me.

It took a while to get it, but

I found out where we both went wrong.

It's your turn to give me a chance.

I'm sorry, I can't.

You said you'd make me love you.

Remember? You were right.

No. No, Jackson, I was wrong.

You know, I was wrong about the whole

thing, and it's too late anyway.

Look, I gotta go and there's no more

cake left anyway.

You can have mine.

It's good?

It's maybe the best thing

I've ever eaten.

Maybe we can talk...

- Like we ain't right here.

- Hello?

Do you need a minute?

Yeah.

- Don't go too far, okay?

- Never.

Oh, there they go.

- Here we go.

- Love sprung!

Hello, hello. Hey, Jackson,

what the hell was that, brother?

Brian, you wouldn't understand.

What you want to drink to?

- To love. No question.

- Hell, no. Do something else.

Here it is. I got it.

To us, fellas.

- Yeah, to the brothers.

- To the brothers!

So if I had a dick would you suck it?

Yes, I would suck your dick

with a midget attached to my ass!

You know what? I'm gonna go.

I gotta go, sh*t.

You gotta go sh*t.

It's all that messing with them

gold-digging booger bastards.

Try for big daddy.

Come on, now.

Just bob and weave

on the baldhead shaft.

I would suck it

till your head caved in!

- I reject my p*ssy.

- Again.

- I reject my p*ssy.

- The p*ssy?

Say, "Hi, Barnabas."

That's it. Mark it.

Sheila, you got me hard

as three Jaguar payments.

Yeah, early for a f***,

late for everything else!

It's good for your complexion.

Your mama's skin isn't good

because she got Indian in her.

- I'll show you my technique.

- Okay, do it.

Give me that bottle.

I can't!

That ain't firewood.

Stop when you smell smoke.

Misery is a motherf***er.

Your mama sucks so much dick, she

has kneepads sewn in her dresses.

You could do it. Come on.

Don't be scared

of the one-eyed serpent.

I'd suck your dick wearing

a seventh-grade jockstrap...

...doing the hambone to the theme

from Green Acres.

You wouldn't have to use Noxzema

if you do it right!

What?

You getting some muscles.

Drawing a picture of the queen

and a sparkler in my ass!

I'll be right back.

I'd be your daddy,

but the line was too long.

- Dead ho, question mark ho.

- Have a good time.

No, not French. English!

You didn't understand none of that?

I ought to kick that b*tch's ass!

Eating a half a bag of Pop Rocks

and watching Dusty's Treehouse.

Hey, don't be scared.

That ain't no eclipse.

It's just me.

Oh, sucky, sucky now.

Anybody else got some...

Anybody got some revelations?

I'm scared to zip my pants.

I'll f*** around...

Oh, thanks for coming.

Oh, that was lovely.

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