When a Woman's Fed Up

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I tell you the truth,

they just make a mess.

They need to learn

how to clean up.

Yeah, I bet you Ray

put all that stuff down here.

Foolish...

Mm-mm-mm. Ooh.

Lord, I'm tired.

Can't get no rest

for the weary.

Why you in my house

making all this noise?

Mama, why are you here?

Girl, I came here last night

to try and get some sleep.

But I was up all night long

listening to moaning

and groaning.

Whoo! Mm-mm-mm.

And all that noise

was coming from him.

Well, if you was in

your own house,

you wouldn't be hearing

moaning and groaning in mine.

You know what?

I would love to be in my own

house right about now.

But, Lee, Lord bless his soul.

Girl, your daddy was trying

to repair the washing machine,

and now the entire first floor

is flooded.

I can imagine.

Why is he always trying

to repair stuff?

- He don't know what he doing.

- Because after he retired,

he needed a hobby

and wanted to do something,

so he decided he wanted

to repair everything.

I mean, you know, I don't mind

because it gives him

something to do

and it makes him feel good

about himself.

Plus, it just keeps him

out of my hair.

But it doesn't make sense.

He breaks everything

he comes in contact with.

Ray, Ray, it don't have

to make sense to you.

So why don't you go on

and do what it is

that you do every day.

What I do every day

is pay for this house

that I can't keep you out of.

I was thinking about

getting a pit bull,

but I figured if I get one

it'd be you biting on the dog.

You know what?

As tired as I am, woof!

I just might bite you.

Mm-mm-mm.

Ooh, mercy.

Oh, thank you, baby.

Well, I hope you're gone

when I get back.

Mwah.

Boy, I don't know

where your mouth has been.

Best kiss you ever had.

Okay, sweetie. You leaving?

Yeah...

What's wrong with you, mama?

Your husband,

that's what's wrong.

Here we go again.

Baby girl, I just...

I just don't trust him.

- Why don't you trust my husband?

- You know why?

Because I only trust God,

my husband,

and you, baby.

That's why.

Well, I love Ray.

And he loves me too.

Now, I didn't say nothing

about he didn't love you.

That's not what I'm saying.

What I'm saying is,

how do you know

he's not stepping out on you?

Don't say that, mama.

You and your intuit...

Who is that?

Who could that be?

Oh, it just might be

the delivery man,

and I'm telling you, girl,

he would make a good husband.

I'm telling you,

I bet he would.

Hey, Mr. Delivery Man.

Mm.

Oh, Lord, I'm so tired.

Hey, girl, what's happening

up in this piece?

Are you asking me

how I'm doing?

Sorry. How you doing?

How you doing?

Girl, I am...

oh, Lord! Who is this?

I didn't know you had company.

Who you be?

I be her mother.

Oh, Tarlyn, I didn't know

you had a mother.

Hi, Tarlyn's mother.

This is my mama.

We all call her moma Jean.

That's right. And who are you?

My name is Laticious,

with a capital T.

Oh, are you a stripper

or something?

Mama! She is not

a stripper.

You're not a stripper, are you?

Uh-uh. I manage

strippers now.

Mm-hmm. You know, there's

another name for that too.

Now, don't take no of fence

to this,

but your name sounds like

somebody you see

dancing on a pole.

Well, I do like to get

my dance on, moma Jean.

I say hey, hey, hey.

See?

Nice to meet you, moma Jean.

Now, it's nice to meet you too,

but I don't do

all that fist-pumping stuff.

But I will shake your hand.

Aww.

It's nice to meet you.

Your mama is cool, Tarlyn.

Now... yeah, they say

in the book of Paul

that there's three things

that you should always have.

And that's faith,

hope and love.

And without these three,

I am nothing.

Moma Jean, who is this Paul

you're talking about?

I mean, I need me a good man,

one I can call my own.

I know that much.

Hook a sister up.

Wait a minute.

Uh-uh. You talking about Paul

on 24th street?

No, no, not Paul

from 24th street, girl.

She's talking about Paul,

the apostle from Tarsus.

Tarsus. Tarsus.

Mm-mm, I don't know

that street.

Oh, it must be

in the 'burbs, huh?

'Cause y'all kind of bourge

like that.

But that's okay.

I like a bourge man.

You talk to Paul again,

you ask him if he's looking

for a ghetto girl

with lots of curves.

- What?

- Okay, I'll tell him.

What? Oh, you don't think

I'm good enough?

Well, I do,

and I need a good man.

And he sounds like he like God

and stuff like that.

Listen, Lakresha, honey,

I...

Never mind.

Well, speaking of good men,

I don't see yours around here,

Tarlyn.

Oh, see there?

Now you have just gone

and spoiled the whole mood.

Anyway, he had a meeting

this morning.

And I cannot wait for him

to get home this afternoon,

because we are going

to talk about

what we're going to do

for our anniversary.

Why don't you take a trip.

A trip.

That's a good idea, mama.

Where would we go?

To divorce court.

She said...

I should have known

that was a setup.

See, she gets me.

Well, I got a doctor's

appointment.

I got to go.

- You're not sick, are you?

- No.

I'm just going

for my annual checkup.

All right, fine. I will be here,

minding my business

and keeping my mind

straight on Him.

Yeah, right. When do you ever

mind your business?

And keeping your mind straight

on Him must mean

talking on that gossip line that

you refer to as a prayer line.

Ooh, what's a gossip line?

I beg your pardon.

It is not a gossip line.

We are standing in the gap.

Is it like a hookup line?

Tell it to somebody

who don't know you, mama.

Ooh, hook me up

with the gossip line.

I would love to stay here

and chitchat with you guys

about hypocrites who say,

"oh, thank you, Lord"

in one breath and, "Lord, girl,

no he didn't" in another.

Mmm.

But I have a doctor's

appointment.

Laticious, you can stay here

with mama if you like.

Oh, yeah. I want to hear more

about this gossip line.

- Mama.

- What?

I'm leaving you with my friend.

I want you to try your best

and act like a good example

of a Christian, okay?

All right.

I may not have much book smarts,

but I got street smarts.

And with that being said,

me and mama going to be okay.

You got that right. See?

Yeah. That's what

I'm afraid of.

Girl, go on,

take care of your business.

We going to be just fine.

I got this.

- I love you, mama.

- I love you too, baby.

Bye-bye.

I never had a mama.

Can you hold on a second,

Lakresha, honey?

I'll be right back.

Okay.

You just make yourself

comfortable, hear?

Make myself right on at home.

Is there a purpose

for all that noise?

I just like the attention

it gets me.

Well, baby girl,

it can't be good,

because that noise is annoying.

All I know is when

I'm smacking my gum,

someone's always giving me

all of their attention.

Mm-hmm, but it can't be

in a good way.

Listen, um, Lakresha, honey,

do you think that I'm being

hypocritical

because I tell it like it is?

No, moma Jean.

You just keeping it real.

Yes. That's it.

I'm keeping it real.

You know, that is so right.

Can you hold on a second

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