Two Can Play That Game Page #8

you followed certain rules

when a brother messes up

to get him back.

But I guess I didn't consider that

when it comes to love,

there are no rules.

Hook me up a martini.

What's up, girl?

Not a damn thing, girl.

This place is so tired.

I was just putting the moves

on this fine-ass man.

And he did not even bite.

That sh*t just does not

happen to me.

He just kept going on about his

ex-girlfriend. She was so perfect.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you some questions?

Sure.

Now, if I'm right about you,

all the answers will be yes.

You think so?

Yes.

Do you like basketball?

Yes.

Do you find me attractive?

Yes.

Do you think I find you attractive?

Yes.

Can I just ask you one more?

Think a woman who thought

she'd control her man with rules

could get him to come back?

No.

Unless...

Unless he really loves her.

Like to dance?

You didn't answer

my question.

I had to cut loose for a second.

Gonna tear it up.

Come on, cheer up!

Call. Damn!

Work the chocolate.

Ah!

Michael!

Holler.

You like that.

That's right.

Loser.

Memories!

Can you smack ass

on film?

She sleep with you the first night?

Yes.

Oh.

That was different, dog.

You got a big dick.

Sorry.

Don't think God gave me

this gap for nothing.

Why you stare at my face?

I know about women.

I got a mama, nine sisters, and a cat.

I got that man.

The plan works.

You can't even put the finger

in the ass, make her holler.

You can't make her drop it.

- And cut!

- Cut.

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