Why Did I Get Married Too Page #10

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That is the problem when you're married|to a psychologist, okay?

They think they know every damn thing.

Now, please,|help me get my stuff before she comes.

Man, why do I feel like|we're breaking and entering?

'Cause we're going to jail.

This is why|people don't want to get married.

The only people who want to get married|are gay people.

Is this a game you want to play with me?

What do you want me to do?|You changed the locks.

I want you to be a man, all right?

Leave this marriage|with what you came in with, Gavin.

Look, I am a man, first of all. Okay?

Second of all, you go down to the bank|and see what this man did.

I got it all now.

What makes you think you deserve a dime|of my hard-earned money?

You want to fight?

Patricia, Patricia, wait.

-You want to be crazy?|-Wait, wait, wait...

I'll show you crazy! Come on!

-I'll show you! I'll give you crazy!|-Patricia, wait a minute.

Patricia, wait a minute. What are you...

I'll show you crazy!

Wait a minute! What are you doing?

Married for 14 years!

For 14 years!

Patricia, hold on a second. Patricia!

I thought you were somebody!

I gave you all my 14 years!

Who's the one who put the down payment|on this house?

You greedy, selfish son of a b*tch!

Who gave you the money|for this architect firm?

Greedy, selfish son of a b*tch!

Patricia, wait...

Selfish bastard!

Selfish bastard!

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

Get out! This is my house! Get out!

-Hey, Sheila.|-Don't "hey" me.

-What'd I do?|-Don't call my house again!

If you think you got me over a barrel|because you helped Troy get this job,

-you are wrong!|-That's not it.

I will tell my husband myself|before I let you call me any time of night.

Do you understand that?|What kind of woman do you think I am?

-That's not what I'm trying to do.|-What is it? What?

I just... I need your help.

-Angela! You scared me.|-I thought you'd be asleep.

-I can't. The noise.|-Yeah, well, I came here 'cause it's Tuesday.

And I want to see what noises|you've been hearing.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry, I brought it up.

I'm so sorry.

Sounds like he's really giving it to her.

Yeah, and I'm about to give it|to both of them.

What the hell is wrong with you!

With your ho up in here! I'll kill you!

I'm gonna kill you!|Bust a cap in your behind!

Marcus, my bed!

What the hell is wrong with you, Marcus?

You got some ho in my bed,|I could kill you! I could kill...

Alex?

Alex, what the hell|are you doing in my bed?

How dare you be having sex|with some ho in my bed.

And with my maid? Oh, hell, no!

You're supposed to be cleaning up|this damn house!

Not sleeping in my bed!|Get your asses out of my bed

and wash my damn sheets!

I'm sick of this!|No, don't clean up a damn thing!

Get out of here!

Get the hell out!

You stupid ass!

I'm really worried about them.

I've never seen her like this.

You need to at least call her or something.

We did, we called her.

Well, you need to go over there.

We did go over there.|You know, she didn't open the door.

I'm worried about her, and him, too.

Well, me, too. Trust me.

But, you know, I'll tell you what.|We'll go over there tomorrow

and we'll refuse to leave|until she opens the door.

Okay?

We'll figure everything out.

Are you wearing that to work?

Yeah.

Sexy.

Oh, yeah?

I'm glad you think it's sexy.

Have you slept with him?

Slept with who? What...|What are you talking about?

Sixty-three days ago, honey,|you came home and you were different.

You were happier than I've ever seen you.

From that day to this one,

you started taking a whole lot of care|with the clothes you wear.

Your makeup in the morning|takes a little longer,

your perfumes are different,|the panties you wear.

From that day to this one,|you just get happier and happier.

Honey, it's you that makes me...

Dianne, don't make me think I'm crazy|when I know.

I know, tell me. Dianne.

Honey, I love your heartbeat, I know.

I'm in tune with you.

You can't be this arrogant|to think that I wasn't paying attention.

Is his name Philip?

I'm trying to fix this, okay?|I'm trying to save our "us."

I'm trying to fix this,|but you keep lying to me.

You're just gonna piss me off,|and we won't be able to fix this.

Dianne, just tell me the truth.

Is it Philip?

We haven't done anything, I promise.

He's funny, he makes me laugh and he...|He's an attorney.

He works at another firm.|Do you really want to hear this? I...

Well, we worked on a case together|and then, he invited me to dinner.

February 17th.

You must have sat really close to him|that night, because

I could smell him|when you walked through the door.

We did not do anything.

After the dinner,|I spoke to him on the phone

and I talked to him through e-mail.|It was harmless.

What happened on March the 8th?

How do you mean?

That night you came into this house,|and you made love to me like

I was the only person in the world.

Were you with him that night?

I saw him that day, yes.

Terry, I love you.

I love you.

So...

When we were having sex,|you were thinking about him?

Yeah.

If you thought about it, then you should.

Terry, please, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, please!|I won't ever see him again!

I'll never speak to him.|It's not worth this to me.

You have to know that I love you, baby!

Terry!

So you working late again, Marcus?

-Yeah.|-You couldn't even call me to tell me that?

You have my phone.

Yeah, and somebody's been calling|your phone all day long and hanging up.

Baby, please don't start.

Oh, and look at it, it's ringing again.

Look at that!

Hello!

Hello?

Hey, you know what, ho?|I'm sick of y'all calling this phone.

Stop ringing this damn phone!

And I hear you breathing.|When are you gonna say something, ho?

Yeah. All right. You know what?|You're gonna get punched in the face.

-You ain't got nothing to say.|-Give me the phone.

Here. Go on and call your little ho back.

Angela, these are text messages.

You cannot answer a text message|by picking up the phone.

Nobody has been calling all day.

That is ridiculous! Some old stupid phone|that can't nobody work.

Maybe it ain't the phone that's...

Look. Just read the text messages.

No. I ain't reading nothing, Marcus. No.

Good night.

Just give me the damn phone.

How do you work this thing?

Whatever.

Wow, that's all from work?

You still don't trust me.

Honey, I'm so sorry!

Honey, come here. Wait a minute.|Come here, baby. Just...

Come here. Honey, I'm so sorry! Sit...

Honey, I'm sorry I didn't trust you.

It's okay, Angela.|Look, I've got to get some sleep, all right?

No, let's talk!

It's a good time to talk,|the kids are upstairs.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I act so crazy.

Sometimes I feel like you might end up|leaving me one day for some cheerleader...

Is that what you been thinking about?

Baby, I am so past that age.

Those days are over for me.

Believe me. Trust me.

Honey, sometimes, I just... I don't know.

I just wonder, like,|why do you want to stay with me?

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