Living Single (1993–1998): Season 3, Episode 3 - On the Rebound - full transcript
Ooh, if that's Regine
again, I'm still busy.
She wants to crash my
interview with Grant Hill.
‐ And I ain't havin' it. ‐ Okay.
"Flavor!" Hello!
Hello?
Khadijah, I think it's Regine
holding her breath again.
For the last time,
Regine, no, you can't go.
And I don't care
if you turn blue.
It's actually a
good color for you.
Whoa.
So this is the
legendary "Flavor."
No, this is the real one.
I have a package
for Khadijah James.
I'm Khadijah.
Yes, you are.
And I am a really, really
big fan of your writing.
And you are too fine.
Oh. I‐I‐I shouldn't
have said that.
I'm sorry that was
unprofessional of me.
And now I'm commenting
on it. I'm an idiot, huh.
‐ Who are you? ‐ I'm Ivan Ennis.
Four time NYU
journalism student.
Part time bike messenger.
And, uh, I'm sweating
profusely right now.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm late for an interview.
Oh, uh.. Can I give you ride?
I could go home and
get my parents' car.
My‐my parents' car,
uh.. I sound young, huh?
Yeah, you do.
She touched me.
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Ooh and in a
nineties kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Keep your head up ♪
♪ What? ♪
♪ Keep your head
up that's right ♪
♪ Whenever this life get
tough you gotta fight ♪
♪ With my homegirls standing
to my left and my right ♪
♪ True blue it's
tight like glue ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ What you want? ♪
♪ No free position girl ♪
♪ Haaaa ♪
And that's how you dunk.
Now, it's your turn.
Remember, don't bring
down the backboard.
I've got it!
‐ What are you
doing here? ‐ Shh!
They think I'm a guardian.
Oh, better luck next
time, sweetheart.
I'm gonna make a great mommy.
Now, listen up, troops.
A 15‐minute break
before your music lesson
ankle wraps and
metronomes for everyone.
Is one of you ladies,
Khadijah James?
I am Khadijah James,
"Flavor" magazine.
And this is Regine.
She was just leaving.
Oh, "The Air Up There."
Why don't you
try to air out there?
‐ Why don't you
sit down? ‐ Cool.
Uh, so, Grant, a summer
camp for basketball... and piano?
They're both loves of mine.
And playing the piano can
improve basketball skills.
Oh, how's that?
If you don't practice piano
you're not allowed
to play basketball.
My mother was the same way.
She won't let me touch the chord
until I practiced my
stupid French horn.
Do you still play?
I can play "Greensleeves."
No, I meant basketball.
Oh! Well, you know,
not as much as I used to.
Although in some
circles, I am known as.
Khadijah "All Chain" James.
Keek‐keek.
Really?
Okay, All Chain.
Show me what you've got.
Well, alright but don't
take it easy on me.
Not bad. Try again.
This time, I'm
going to the hole.
Okay.
Foul!
Khadijah, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
‐ Good. 'Cause I'm not. ‐ Oh!
Oh! Father!
It's okay, Regine
is right here, honey.
Um. Um. Um.
Duh. A‐a dancing pancreas.
Okay, come on, Obie.
Do that focusing
exercise I taught you.
Pull on your ears.
"The Postman
Always Rings Twice!"
‐ That's it! ‐ Yes! Yes!
Yes!
'Yes!'
Well, let' see..
Synclaire and I have
won four games in a row
while you and Max have
zip, nada, the big goose egg.
Somebody stop me!
You know, it is incomprehensible
that these two have beaten us..
Consistently.
Are you brainiacs trying to
say that we can't beat you
at something... brainiacish?
In your language, yeses.
Choose your weapon.
The confounding anagrams
of Scrabble or Jeopardy?
Where agony takes
the form of a question.
Alright, look, forget Scrabble.
They put down "She"
we turn it in to shenanigan
it's over before
we can enjoy it.
Psst.
Jeopardy.
Set it off.
Hey, how'd it go
with Grant Hill?
Go ahead!
All Chain, tell 'em.
Well, well, we, we ha‐played
a little game one‐on‐one
and then we had a collision.
I try to see him at the
hospital but they won't let me.
They wouldn't even
let him see his fiance
the future Regine Hunter Hill.
Regine, you are an embarrassment
to desperate women everywhere.
Grant Hill is the kind of man
that I am destined to be with.
Alright, he is,
he is intelligent.
He is handsome, refined.
Worth 45 million.
A nice cushion for a young
couple just getting started.
Hello. Grant?
Oh, my God, I'm
so glad you called.
I'm sorry about what happened.
What did the doctor say?
It's just a sprain, I'm fine
expect for this dress
they got me wearing.
Lord, five minutes with
Khadijah and the man's in a dress.
You know, Khadijah, I
still owe you that interview
but this place and the hotel
are swarming with the media.
How about I come to your place?
‐ Brooklyn, right? ‐
How did you know that?
When I was on the
stretcher, your roommate
slipped me the address
and phone number.
Along with the list of
her favorite baby names.
'W‐when will you be out?'
Oh, how about 8:30?
Alright, I'll see you then. Bye.
Perfect. Just enough time for me
to get a manicure,
pedicure and facial.
Manicure and pedicure.
That little imp can buff
her body all she wants
but Grant's coming to see you.
So you might want to think
about tightening up the hair a bit.
You know.
Mmm.
I love it when Regine
sets her man trap.
She makes the best stuff.
Too bad for her Grant likes you.
Why you keep saying that?
You think?
Yes! Yes, and I
hope you go for it.
You know, since Scooter left,
you've been living like a nun
but a lot less fun.
Okay, Synclaire, I want
you to put that right here.
I want the aroma to
waft into Grant's nose.
Mmm!
Alright, gumbo, my favorite.
I thought you hated gumbo.
Dumbo. Alright, I hate dumbo.
Hey, hey.
What are y'all doing here?
We want Grant to sign this.
And I'm here to watch
Overton make a fool of himself.
You wanna give him a few
pointers, Mr. Dancing Pancreas?
‐ Hey! ‐ Hi, how are you doing?
Well, meet my friends.
You already know Regine.
That's Synclaire, Max,
Kyle, and this is Overton.
Hey, homie, um, can you make
this out "To my best pal Obie"
thanks for fixing my
garbage disposal?"
That's different.
You know, I saw you in a
magazine wearing Massimo.
You wear it well as I.
Actually I find Massimo
a little pretentious.
Exactly.
I made your favorite.
Gumbo!
Mmm. Nothing like
gumbo and cornbread.
Cornbread, coming right up.
Come on, have a seat.
Ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah.
Grant Hill.
Oh‐oh. Ooh. Okay! Okay.
Grant, I really feel bad
about what happened.
Don't. You gave me an
excuse to see you again.
Well... hooh.
Um..
Let's get started.
Even though you're one
of the most popular players
in the league, you still go to
restaurants and movies alone?
The truth is, I'm kind of shy.
Come on, you've been on
more TV than Johnnie Cochran.
Every time I do
one of these things
I break in to a cold sweat.
Really?
Definitely. You think it's easy?
Let me ask you a few questions?
When you go to movies or
restaurants, do you go alone?
Sometimes.
So, there's no one in
particular you always go with?
It's a little warm in here.
Uh‐huh.
Oh.
Got you hiding for..
No!
I hope you realize
that your lips
are compromising
your journalistic integrity.
Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes. It's about time. Listen.
Uh‐uh, I think, I‐let's go pull
Regine's head out of the oven.
Alright, eh?
‐ Behave yourself.
‐ No. Go, go, go.
Yes.
G‐Grant, you gotta excuse me.
I'm‐I'm really not
this unprofessional.
Me neither.
Oh.
How could you do this to me?
Um..
Maybe tonight we should
make it into a real date.
Takin' a movie.
What about the interview?
Let's just say I feel blessed
to have an opportunity
to play a game I love.
Good enough for me.
Don't screw it up for us again.
Sweetie.
You don't understand the
concept of teamwork, do you?
One person plays,
the other person chills.
I'll chill when
you start playing.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, we're getting old over here.
Uh, half the battle is
pulling out the perfect piece.
Oh‐ho!
And the other half is
putting it in the perfect place.
Your turn, Obie.
Bring it home to mama.
Alrighty.
Why did you pick this game?
How was I suppose to
know he'd be a Jenga genius?
The game is made out of wood.
He's a handyman. What
do you wanna play next?
"Let's go build a redwood deck?"
Go on, take your turn, woman.
Come on, you guys.
This is supposed to be fun.
‐ This is fun! ‐ This is fun!
Oh, Max, you can
pull the paper doilies
out from between the
cookies in a pepper's farm bag.
Surely, you can do this.
Alright.
Move. Move.
Oh.
‐ Oh. ‐ Uh.
Yes! No!
In that rubble..
Lies our relationship.
Ivan, I don't know how
long Khadijah's gonna be.
She's out having lunch
with her new beau, Grant Hill.
Grant Hill?
As in All‐Star,
Rookie Of The Year.
All‐American paid Grant Hill?
The one and only.
He ain't all that.
Miss James, I need
you to sign for this.
Mh! What penmanship!
If you don't mind me
saying, you have a nice 'S.'
Oh, that wasn't supposed
to sound like that.
Don't feel bad. She has
the same effect on me.
Khadijah, I better
get going now.
See you later.
Count on it.
Wish I was a little bit taller.
What the devil?
Good evening, Miss James.
Care to join me?
Grant, what is all this?
It's my last night in town
I thought it'd be appropriate
to spend it where we met.
It's a good thing we
didn't meet in an alley.
For you.
A different flower for every
day we spent together.
Today's is a forgive‐me‐not.
I've never gotten flowers
at half court before.
Have a seat.
If I'd known we were
gonna have a jam session
I would have brought
my French horn.
♪ Khadijah Khadijah ♪
♪ You're so sweet like a treat ♪
♪ From your head to your feet ♪
♪ You are so complete ♪
♪ Khadijah ♪
Ooh, that's so sweet.
You like it?
‐ I loved it. ‐ I wrote it.
Grant, we should talk.
What is it? Is it my ears?
Ooh! No!
No, I love your ears.
They like love
handles on your head.
I guess it's just that I already
know what's gonna happen.
You call everyday and
you write once a week
and we'll hook up a
couple of times and
all of a sudden, we'll
start playing phone tag.
And the letters
will stop coming.
And before you know it,
I'm back to burying myself
in my work because it hurts
too much to think about you.
I take it you've been
down this road before.
Unfortunately.
But you know I wouldn't
play you like that.
I know.
But I'm just not ready
to take that chance.
I hear you.
I don't understand
you, but I hear you.
If you change your
mind, let me know.
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ I'll be waiting in Detroit ♪
♪ Anticipating ♪
♪ Waiting ♪
♪ Khadijah ♪
Ooh.
Now, you know it's not everybody
who can just make
up a song on the spot.
Obviously.
♪ Grant can't understand.. ♪
Uh, B‐9.
Oh, another hit!
‐ Man, that makes
15 in a row! ‐ Uh. Oh.
Uh, uh, Q‐49.
Come on, Overton, you
went off the board again.
Oh, my bad. Your turn.
No, not that it matters. L‐13.
Oh! Wow! You, you send
our fleet to a watery grave.
That's it! That's it,
you win! You win!
Your pathetic
losing streak is over.
Yay!
Max, they think
that we are so pitiful
that the only way to
heal our bruised egos
is to let us beat them at
some little childish game.
S‐so, so, so, why
does it feel so good?
'Cause, you beautiful
man, we won!
Muah.
Oh, Khadijah, where's Grant?
Oh, we decided it
wasn't gonna work.
It's over? You and
Grant broke up?
He wanted a relationship.
I‐I just wasn't ready.
Uh, what a cad!
I am calling him
and telling him off.
No, no. I know
where to find him.
I'm going down there to
give him a piece of my mind.
You know why? Because
you're my girl, Khadijah.
But don't wait up.
Come on, shorty,
let's go grab a brew.
Alright, but loser buys.
Hey, hey, we let you win.
I'm gonna let you
buy too, you know.
Khadijah, what
did you do this time
to make sure that
you'd be alone?
He arranged a candlelight
dinner and flowers.
He even wrote a song for me.
I had to say no.
Don't tell me this is
about that "Globetrotting"
"can't put two dives in
a payphone" Scooter.
I think it's beautiful.
Khadijah saying no to
the catch of a lifetime
to hold off for
the love of her life
who might not feel
the same about her.
This isn't about Scooter.
This is about me.
Not really, you know,
being over Scooter.
I am the stupidest
woman on the planet.
So what are you
gonna do, Khadijah?
I'm gonna hold my head up high
and walk in to that kitchen
and eat an entire gallon
of cookie dough ice cream.
And‐and, and if you care
about me, you'd come with me.
Yes, of course.
‐ I love you
terribly. ‐ Come on.
A woman is upset about a man
and she stuffs
her face with food.
What a cliche. Listen..
Let's just go to
movie or something?
‐ Right. ‐ Alright.
Okay. Yeah. You're right.
Girl..
You finished all ice cream, huh?
Yes. Complete.
Don't go away.
We'll be right back.
♪ Regine Regine
don't think of me ♪
♪ But you're the most
shameless girl I've ever seen ♪
♪ You're lovely
yes indeed it's true ♪
♪ You need some other
man I don't know who ♪
♪ So walk yourself
on out of here ♪
♪ Don't turn around
don't shed a tear ♪
♪ And if one day we meet again ♪
♪ Let's have a cup of coffee ♪
♪ But you know
let's keep it simple ♪
Tsk.
Still working on that last line.
You wrote that for me?
Play it again, Grant.
♪ Regine Regine ♪
Come on, let's change
the words a little.
♪ Regine Regine ♪
♪ Don't.. ♪
♪ I love Regine ♪
♪ I love Regine ♪
♪ My lips are chapped
I need some Vaseline ♪
Woo‐hoo!
again, I'm still busy.
She wants to crash my
interview with Grant Hill.
‐ And I ain't havin' it. ‐ Okay.
"Flavor!" Hello!
Hello?
Khadijah, I think it's Regine
holding her breath again.
For the last time,
Regine, no, you can't go.
And I don't care
if you turn blue.
It's actually a
good color for you.
Whoa.
So this is the
legendary "Flavor."
No, this is the real one.
I have a package
for Khadijah James.
I'm Khadijah.
Yes, you are.
And I am a really, really
big fan of your writing.
And you are too fine.
Oh. I‐I‐I shouldn't
have said that.
I'm sorry that was
unprofessional of me.
And now I'm commenting
on it. I'm an idiot, huh.
‐ Who are you? ‐ I'm Ivan Ennis.
Four time NYU
journalism student.
Part time bike messenger.
And, uh, I'm sweating
profusely right now.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm late for an interview.
Oh, uh.. Can I give you ride?
I could go home and
get my parents' car.
My‐my parents' car,
uh.. I sound young, huh?
Yeah, you do.
She touched me.
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Ooh and in a
nineties kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Keep your head up ♪
♪ What? ♪
♪ Keep your head
up that's right ♪
♪ Whenever this life get
tough you gotta fight ♪
♪ With my homegirls standing
to my left and my right ♪
♪ True blue it's
tight like glue ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ What you want? ♪
♪ No free position girl ♪
♪ Haaaa ♪
And that's how you dunk.
Now, it's your turn.
Remember, don't bring
down the backboard.
I've got it!
‐ What are you
doing here? ‐ Shh!
They think I'm a guardian.
Oh, better luck next
time, sweetheart.
I'm gonna make a great mommy.
Now, listen up, troops.
A 15‐minute break
before your music lesson
ankle wraps and
metronomes for everyone.
Is one of you ladies,
Khadijah James?
I am Khadijah James,
"Flavor" magazine.
And this is Regine.
She was just leaving.
Oh, "The Air Up There."
Why don't you
try to air out there?
‐ Why don't you
sit down? ‐ Cool.
Uh, so, Grant, a summer
camp for basketball... and piano?
They're both loves of mine.
And playing the piano can
improve basketball skills.
Oh, how's that?
If you don't practice piano
you're not allowed
to play basketball.
My mother was the same way.
She won't let me touch the chord
until I practiced my
stupid French horn.
Do you still play?
I can play "Greensleeves."
No, I meant basketball.
Oh! Well, you know,
not as much as I used to.
Although in some
circles, I am known as.
Khadijah "All Chain" James.
Keek‐keek.
Really?
Okay, All Chain.
Show me what you've got.
Well, alright but don't
take it easy on me.
Not bad. Try again.
This time, I'm
going to the hole.
Okay.
Foul!
Khadijah, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
‐ Good. 'Cause I'm not. ‐ Oh!
Oh! Father!
It's okay, Regine
is right here, honey.
Um. Um. Um.
Duh. A‐a dancing pancreas.
Okay, come on, Obie.
Do that focusing
exercise I taught you.
Pull on your ears.
"The Postman
Always Rings Twice!"
‐ That's it! ‐ Yes! Yes!
Yes!
'Yes!'
Well, let' see..
Synclaire and I have
won four games in a row
while you and Max have
zip, nada, the big goose egg.
Somebody stop me!
You know, it is incomprehensible
that these two have beaten us..
Consistently.
Are you brainiacs trying to
say that we can't beat you
at something... brainiacish?
In your language, yeses.
Choose your weapon.
The confounding anagrams
of Scrabble or Jeopardy?
Where agony takes
the form of a question.
Alright, look, forget Scrabble.
They put down "She"
we turn it in to shenanigan
it's over before
we can enjoy it.
Psst.
Jeopardy.
Set it off.
Hey, how'd it go
with Grant Hill?
Go ahead!
All Chain, tell 'em.
Well, well, we, we ha‐played
a little game one‐on‐one
and then we had a collision.
I try to see him at the
hospital but they won't let me.
They wouldn't even
let him see his fiance
the future Regine Hunter Hill.
Regine, you are an embarrassment
to desperate women everywhere.
Grant Hill is the kind of man
that I am destined to be with.
Alright, he is,
he is intelligent.
He is handsome, refined.
Worth 45 million.
A nice cushion for a young
couple just getting started.
Hello. Grant?
Oh, my God, I'm
so glad you called.
I'm sorry about what happened.
What did the doctor say?
It's just a sprain, I'm fine
expect for this dress
they got me wearing.
Lord, five minutes with
Khadijah and the man's in a dress.
You know, Khadijah, I
still owe you that interview
but this place and the hotel
are swarming with the media.
How about I come to your place?
‐ Brooklyn, right? ‐
How did you know that?
When I was on the
stretcher, your roommate
slipped me the address
and phone number.
Along with the list of
her favorite baby names.
'W‐when will you be out?'
Oh, how about 8:30?
Alright, I'll see you then. Bye.
Perfect. Just enough time for me
to get a manicure,
pedicure and facial.
Manicure and pedicure.
That little imp can buff
her body all she wants
but Grant's coming to see you.
So you might want to think
about tightening up the hair a bit.
You know.
Mmm.
I love it when Regine
sets her man trap.
She makes the best stuff.
Too bad for her Grant likes you.
Why you keep saying that?
You think?
Yes! Yes, and I
hope you go for it.
You know, since Scooter left,
you've been living like a nun
but a lot less fun.
Okay, Synclaire, I want
you to put that right here.
I want the aroma to
waft into Grant's nose.
Mmm!
Alright, gumbo, my favorite.
I thought you hated gumbo.
Dumbo. Alright, I hate dumbo.
Hey, hey.
What are y'all doing here?
We want Grant to sign this.
And I'm here to watch
Overton make a fool of himself.
You wanna give him a few
pointers, Mr. Dancing Pancreas?
‐ Hey! ‐ Hi, how are you doing?
Well, meet my friends.
You already know Regine.
That's Synclaire, Max,
Kyle, and this is Overton.
Hey, homie, um, can you make
this out "To my best pal Obie"
thanks for fixing my
garbage disposal?"
That's different.
You know, I saw you in a
magazine wearing Massimo.
You wear it well as I.
Actually I find Massimo
a little pretentious.
Exactly.
I made your favorite.
Gumbo!
Mmm. Nothing like
gumbo and cornbread.
Cornbread, coming right up.
Come on, have a seat.
Ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah‐ah.
Grant Hill.
Oh‐oh. Ooh. Okay! Okay.
Grant, I really feel bad
about what happened.
Don't. You gave me an
excuse to see you again.
Well... hooh.
Um..
Let's get started.
Even though you're one
of the most popular players
in the league, you still go to
restaurants and movies alone?
The truth is, I'm kind of shy.
Come on, you've been on
more TV than Johnnie Cochran.
Every time I do
one of these things
I break in to a cold sweat.
Really?
Definitely. You think it's easy?
Let me ask you a few questions?
When you go to movies or
restaurants, do you go alone?
Sometimes.
So, there's no one in
particular you always go with?
It's a little warm in here.
Uh‐huh.
Oh.
Got you hiding for..
No!
I hope you realize
that your lips
are compromising
your journalistic integrity.
Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes. It's about time. Listen.
Uh‐uh, I think, I‐let's go pull
Regine's head out of the oven.
Alright, eh?
‐ Behave yourself.
‐ No. Go, go, go.
Yes.
G‐Grant, you gotta excuse me.
I'm‐I'm really not
this unprofessional.
Me neither.
Oh.
How could you do this to me?
Um..
Maybe tonight we should
make it into a real date.
Takin' a movie.
What about the interview?
Let's just say I feel blessed
to have an opportunity
to play a game I love.
Good enough for me.
Don't screw it up for us again.
Sweetie.
You don't understand the
concept of teamwork, do you?
One person plays,
the other person chills.
I'll chill when
you start playing.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, we're getting old over here.
Uh, half the battle is
pulling out the perfect piece.
Oh‐ho!
And the other half is
putting it in the perfect place.
Your turn, Obie.
Bring it home to mama.
Alrighty.
Why did you pick this game?
How was I suppose to
know he'd be a Jenga genius?
The game is made out of wood.
He's a handyman. What
do you wanna play next?
"Let's go build a redwood deck?"
Go on, take your turn, woman.
Come on, you guys.
This is supposed to be fun.
‐ This is fun! ‐ This is fun!
Oh, Max, you can
pull the paper doilies
out from between the
cookies in a pepper's farm bag.
Surely, you can do this.
Alright.
Move. Move.
Oh.
‐ Oh. ‐ Uh.
Yes! No!
In that rubble..
Lies our relationship.
Ivan, I don't know how
long Khadijah's gonna be.
She's out having lunch
with her new beau, Grant Hill.
Grant Hill?
As in All‐Star,
Rookie Of The Year.
All‐American paid Grant Hill?
The one and only.
He ain't all that.
Miss James, I need
you to sign for this.
Mh! What penmanship!
If you don't mind me
saying, you have a nice 'S.'
Oh, that wasn't supposed
to sound like that.
Don't feel bad. She has
the same effect on me.
Khadijah, I better
get going now.
See you later.
Count on it.
Wish I was a little bit taller.
What the devil?
Good evening, Miss James.
Care to join me?
Grant, what is all this?
It's my last night in town
I thought it'd be appropriate
to spend it where we met.
It's a good thing we
didn't meet in an alley.
For you.
A different flower for every
day we spent together.
Today's is a forgive‐me‐not.
I've never gotten flowers
at half court before.
Have a seat.
If I'd known we were
gonna have a jam session
I would have brought
my French horn.
♪ Khadijah Khadijah ♪
♪ You're so sweet like a treat ♪
♪ From your head to your feet ♪
♪ You are so complete ♪
♪ Khadijah ♪
Ooh, that's so sweet.
You like it?
‐ I loved it. ‐ I wrote it.
Grant, we should talk.
What is it? Is it my ears?
Ooh! No!
No, I love your ears.
They like love
handles on your head.
I guess it's just that I already
know what's gonna happen.
You call everyday and
you write once a week
and we'll hook up a
couple of times and
all of a sudden, we'll
start playing phone tag.
And the letters
will stop coming.
And before you know it,
I'm back to burying myself
in my work because it hurts
too much to think about you.
I take it you've been
down this road before.
Unfortunately.
But you know I wouldn't
play you like that.
I know.
But I'm just not ready
to take that chance.
I hear you.
I don't understand
you, but I hear you.
If you change your
mind, let me know.
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ I'll be waiting in Detroit ♪
♪ Anticipating ♪
♪ Waiting ♪
♪ Khadijah ♪
Ooh.
Now, you know it's not everybody
who can just make
up a song on the spot.
Obviously.
♪ Grant can't understand.. ♪
Uh, B‐9.
Oh, another hit!
‐ Man, that makes
15 in a row! ‐ Uh. Oh.
Uh, uh, Q‐49.
Come on, Overton, you
went off the board again.
Oh, my bad. Your turn.
No, not that it matters. L‐13.
Oh! Wow! You, you send
our fleet to a watery grave.
That's it! That's it,
you win! You win!
Your pathetic
losing streak is over.
Yay!
Max, they think
that we are so pitiful
that the only way to
heal our bruised egos
is to let us beat them at
some little childish game.
S‐so, so, so, why
does it feel so good?
'Cause, you beautiful
man, we won!
Muah.
Oh, Khadijah, where's Grant?
Oh, we decided it
wasn't gonna work.
It's over? You and
Grant broke up?
He wanted a relationship.
I‐I just wasn't ready.
Uh, what a cad!
I am calling him
and telling him off.
No, no. I know
where to find him.
I'm going down there to
give him a piece of my mind.
You know why? Because
you're my girl, Khadijah.
But don't wait up.
Come on, shorty,
let's go grab a brew.
Alright, but loser buys.
Hey, hey, we let you win.
I'm gonna let you
buy too, you know.
Khadijah, what
did you do this time
to make sure that
you'd be alone?
He arranged a candlelight
dinner and flowers.
He even wrote a song for me.
I had to say no.
Don't tell me this is
about that "Globetrotting"
"can't put two dives in
a payphone" Scooter.
I think it's beautiful.
Khadijah saying no to
the catch of a lifetime
to hold off for
the love of her life
who might not feel
the same about her.
This isn't about Scooter.
This is about me.
Not really, you know,
being over Scooter.
I am the stupidest
woman on the planet.
So what are you
gonna do, Khadijah?
I'm gonna hold my head up high
and walk in to that kitchen
and eat an entire gallon
of cookie dough ice cream.
And‐and, and if you care
about me, you'd come with me.
Yes, of course.
‐ I love you
terribly. ‐ Come on.
A woman is upset about a man
and she stuffs
her face with food.
What a cliche. Listen..
Let's just go to
movie or something?
‐ Right. ‐ Alright.
Okay. Yeah. You're right.
Girl..
You finished all ice cream, huh?
Yes. Complete.
Don't go away.
We'll be right back.
♪ Regine Regine
don't think of me ♪
♪ But you're the most
shameless girl I've ever seen ♪
♪ You're lovely
yes indeed it's true ♪
♪ You need some other
man I don't know who ♪
♪ So walk yourself
on out of here ♪
♪ Don't turn around
don't shed a tear ♪
♪ And if one day we meet again ♪
♪ Let's have a cup of coffee ♪
♪ But you know
let's keep it simple ♪
Tsk.
Still working on that last line.
You wrote that for me?
Play it again, Grant.
♪ Regine Regine ♪
Come on, let's change
the words a little.
♪ Regine Regine ♪
♪ Don't.. ♪
♪ I love Regine ♪
♪ I love Regine ♪
♪ My lips are chapped
I need some Vaseline ♪
Woo‐hoo!