The Cookout Page #3
Your parents are gonna
love this house.
They're gonna be so happy
that you're finally moving out.
Yes! Whoo!
Yeah. I'm sure
my mom's gonna be ecstatic...
about me moving out.
Ha! There's my boy!
Up! Aah!
Damn, you got big.
Hey, look, thanks
for the Jacob, Big Pimpin'.
No problem, Dad.
And how are you, love?
Oh, I'm fine. How are you?
Did Todd tell you
about the house?
What house?
Oh. Well, Todd got, um...
us a house.
It's beautiful.
Jojo, this is
going too fast.
No, no, no.
Now, JoJo.
It's going too fast for me.
This is all going
too fast for me!
Baby, the boy is grown.
We knew this was
gonna happen.
And besides, you wouldn't want
one of them hoods out there...
taking a shot at him
out of jealousy, right?
Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Hey, hey.
Wait a minute. Wait here.
Come off him.
Go in there. Go in there.
I need to talk to you.
Ah... God.
I don't know, man.
Son, you need
to slow down.
What? You don't like
all the gifts?
That's not the point.
I'm concerned...
about how you're
spending your money.
Mama, I'm gonna be fine.
I just got off
the phone with Wes.
He said I'll be worth
more than $50 million...
when my contract goes through
and the season starts.
"When. "
Don't you mean "if"?
What if you break a leg?
You think it's gonna
be all good then?
And what's this girl...
talking about
"Bought us a house"?
That girl ain't your wife.
I don't think
she meant it like that.
Yeah. Well, what exactly
did she mean by "us"?
You planning on
marrying that girl?
I don't... I don't know.
It's all good.
We... we...
We just like...
We kickin' it, like...
Kickin' it.
What's "kickin' it" mean?
Your daddy and I have
been married 25 years.
So, what you
want me to do, Ma?
You do what
you want to do.
You're a grown man.
I just wanted to go
on record saying...
that I don't like it.
Come on, Ma.
Mommy, you're still
my number-one lady.
Don't come over here
with all that.
Ma, come on.
OK, look, look.
Let me make it up to you.
Why don't you decorate
my new house?
Come on. Please. Please.
Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
That's an idea.
OK. You know
what I'm saying?
Just do it
the way you do it.
You know how you do, Ma.
Come on, Ma.
I don't want that nasty girl
hanging around up there.
All right. Come here.
Ha ha. With your
big old self.
Ah, I love you, Mommy.
I love you, too, baby.
What did I tell you
about coming around here? Huh?
I told you,
don't come around here...
breaking the rules, right?
I mean, can't you read?
The sign says...
"No soliciting," OK?
Now, go and sell your cookies
somewhere else.
What is with these kids?
They push me. They push me.
Wait.
What you got?
Let me get a box
of them slim mints.
All right. Go. Go on.
Get the hell out of here.
I don't want
till you come back
with some shortbreads.
Scourge of the nation.
Uh-uh. What?
Hey! Hey, wait!
Come back here!
Come back here!
Don't make me break the glass.
What is this, son-
a hotel or a house?
A house. A house.
But it has 7 bedrooms
and 10 bathrooms! Whoo!
10 bathrooms?
Why you need 10 bathrooms?
You only got one ass.
- Jojo.
- Sorry.
Todd, honey, you sure
this is the house for you?
I mean, maybe you need
to look a little longer...
find something a little closer
to your parents.
No, no, no. This is it.
This is right.
This is so right.
Come on.
Let's go inside.
Let's look
at it. Come on!
Hey, hey, hey!
What you got, champ?
Come on. Ow! Ow! OK.
Not the face.
Not the face.
Oh, my. Come on.
Come on, Guinevere.
Come on!
Ah! Ah!
Honey! Call Security!
I just saw some Negroes!
What did you say?
I said I just
saw a gang...
You know... yo!
Of Negroes
across the street.
Negroes?
Yes!
And I think they were
hurting a white man.
Good Lord. I'll call
Security at once.
Hold me, Holstead.
Hold me.
Security.
Hold me.
Oh, yes, Judge Crowley.
I understand completely.
I am on it.
I'm on it.
I'll take care of it.
Nope, don't worry about a thing.
All right.
Damn it.
Take care of my baby
first, though.
First got to take care
of my baby.
Ha ha ha!
Hey, this is nice!
Whoo! Damn.
This is big!
Whoo! Hey!
having our next cookout.
Jojo, come on now.
The boy just
moved in here.
Come on now.
It's cool, Ma.
This house is for all of us.
Having the cookout here
would be a great idea.
Matter of fact,
let's have it this Saturday.
Excu-excuse me.
Is that a purple diamond?
Oh. Why, yes, it is.
You guys like?
It's something that me
and Todd picked up.
Oh, you guys, look.
I have matching
earrings, too.
Oh, yeah. Yeah,
they're really nice.
Todd, come on.
We got to talk.
OK. Ma, look, you're
in charge, right?
Do your thing.
The tip from the Crowleys
was correct.
I have a visual
on the suspects.
What are you doing?
What do you mean,
what am I doing?
This house, the cars,
the jewelry, the Brittany.
You can't afford
any of this stuff.
Wes, Wes, Wes, Wes.
I just got
$30 million, man.
I'm rich!
It's $30 million...
but it's $30 million
spread over 6 years.
You haven't even gotten
a paycheck yet.
The season doesn't start
Hey, I am not fronting you
the cash for this stuff, OK?
Ha ha. Wes, why are
you bugging, man?
Let me enjoy the moment.
Enjoy the moment,
but return this crap.
Yeah. At least until...
I can officially lock in
some endorsements for you.
People just saw me
on national TV...
getting drafted
the other day.
Now they're supposed
to see me returning...
thousands of dollars'
worth of stuff...
like I smoked up
all my money?
I'm not a crackhead, Wes.
You need to get me some
endorsements or something.
All right, I'll get them...
but just hold off
for a while, OK?
I mean, just think
about it, please.
Yo! Who that?
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
OK, OK, OK, buddy.
Just remain calm.
Just calm down.
Subject is being
belligerent.
May have to subdue
with choke hold. Request backup.
Yo, what the hell?
Are you OK, sir?
Just blink once if yes.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Is he forcing you
to say that?
No.
I live here.
This is my house.
Yeah, right, you live here.
Negro, please.
Look, I got keys-
Hold it!
Don't! Don't!
I'll spray your ass.
Please don't spray his ass.
Lady, lady, this
is his house.
This is Todd Andersen...
New Jersey's
number-one pick.
I'll light his ass up.
Let me look at you.
Oh, that is you, huh?
Yeah.
You look younger in person.
How you doing?
Good. I'm good, actually.
Well, look here.
We don't play...
that ghetto nonsense
around here.
No chicken heads,
no hood rats...
no 40-ouncers...
no rims-on spinners...
and no loud music.
This ain't no Ludacris
video set.
And keep them ho's away.
You don't have
any chicken heads...
or ho's, do you?
Now you want to move
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