This Christmas Page #9

Yep.

Some things never change.

I know you had high hopes

of him staying, Ma'Dere.

Sometimes you gotta let them do

what they gonna do.

They say if you wanna

hear the Lord laugh...

...just tell him

what you've got planned.

Well, I better finish

dressing for church.

The Lord has a lot

on his plate this morning.

I heard Malcolm left.

Yep.

You know, Quentin left too.

I'd have been surprised if he stayed.

Seems like Whitfield men

just can't stick around very long.

Which means we can't sell

the dry cleaners...

It doesn't matter.

You were right.

Is there any chance

this is not a joke?

No.

Malcolm, the dry cleaners,

everything, you were right.

I'm filing for a divorce.

Good for you, Lisa.

Yeah, it is good for me.

So I just got one question for you.

What now?

Baby oil?

The whole damn bottle.

All over the floor, girl.

- He was sliding.

- Oh, that's great!

Oh, God.

Thanks, Kelli.

It's gonna be all right.

- I know.

- It is.

I wanna thank everyone again

for coming out...

...on this fine Christmas morning.

To praise God and all his good works.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Before we close

this morning's services...

...Deacon Black

would like to say a few words.

- Merry Christmas, everybody.

- Merry Christmas.

I'm glad y'all could make it.

And, Reverend Caldwell, I appreciate...

...you allowing me a few moments

to share with you all...

...a very special surprise

on this very special morning.

Brothers and sisters,

ladies and gentlemen...

...please join me in welcoming

Mr. Michael Whitfield.

Baby, you come up here

and you sing for us.

Come on up here, Baby, sing for us.

And you all know his mother,

Mrs. Shirley Ann Whitfield.

This is a very special

Christmas gift to her.

Come on up here, Baby,

and sing for us.

You know you my man, right?

Take your time.

Let's go.

What?

No, no. I would like a piece.

Give me some of that hot ham.

That's the hot ham there.

Joe, you got everything you need?

Somebody needs

some macaroni and cheese.

Pass the rice.

Try the collared greens, Sandi.

I made them.

You might not wanna do that.

She only been in the family a second

and you already trying to kill her.

What was that?

I don't know.

- Oh, my God. Quentin.

- Come on in. Don't just stand there.

Come on, get something to eat.

- All right. All right, now.

- Y'all, look at this.

- Here, you can sit right there.

- No, man, I want you to sit right here.

Come on, man.

What up, soldier?

Ain't that nice.

Oh, this moment calls for a toast.

To my family.

I am just so proud of all of you...

...and each Christmas

brings something different.

This Christmas, Lisa...

...I lost a son-in-law. Hallelujah.

But I gained

a wonderful daughter-in-law...

...and my oldest son is home.

And as each one of you go

into your individual lives...

...I want you to take this with you:

The Whitfields are a family...

...we will always be a family...

...and no one and nothing

can change that.

You know what?

I wanna add something. Hold on.

I'm gonna get myself a drink.

Somebody fix me a plate, please.

I gotta make a toast to Joe Black.

And the rest of my family. I love y'all.

Love you too.

You know...

...since everybody's making toasts.

Come on in, kids.

Come here. Come here.

I just wanna say that I hope

that every future Whitfield Christmas...

...is as wonderful...

...as this Christmas.

- This Christmas.

One. Two. Three.

Merry Christmas.

Delroy.

Go, Delroy. Go, Delroy.

I'm trying, baby.

All right. Dig this.

Merry Christmas.

Go, Loretta. Go, Loretta.

- I can't dance.

- The hell you can't.

Happy Christmas, Mama.

I love you.

What's up, Chris?

Oh, that's Lauren's

high-school picture.

You are crazy.

Turn around.

Look at the camera.

Just do it.

Oh, DeBarge.

Go, Laz.

- What's up, Mekhi?

- What you got, now?

- Robot.

- Break it down.

Go, go, go.

Hey, guys. Hey, guys.

Come on, girl. Bring it in.

Come on.

Break it down, girl.

Break it down, girl.

Who a sexy mama?

You a sexy mama.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah. PG-13. PG-13.

Go, Sharon. Go, Sharon.

Go, Ronnie. Go, Ronnie.

Oh, taking off your jacket.

- Okay.

- Keep it sexy. Keep it sexy.

Don't trip.

Go, Lupe. Go, Lupe.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, boy.

What you know about that? What?

Hey, Mama, I love you, baby.

Come on. They look hot.

Work it out, girl. Come on.

Let me get some!

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