The Ms. Pat Show (2021–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Guess Who's Coming to Dinner - full transcript

- Previously on
"The Ms. Pat Show"...

My agent called to tell me

I'm going on tour
with Tony Free.

- You're pregnant.

- What you say?

- Pat, you can't be pregnant.

Your tubes are tied.

- But I'm not going to keep it.

I'm getting an abortion.

- I want us to have this baby.

That procedure goes against
everything I believe in.



- It's my decision, Terry.

This is my pussy.

- I cannot support
this abortion.

- It's too late.

- What do you mean?

- I did it this morning.

- What?

Why would you do that?

- 'Cause this is my body.

- And you are my wife.

- You don't fucking
own me, Terry.

- Who the hell you think you're
talking to like that, huh?

You can't just take
that away from me

without me being there.



That's my damn child.

That is my child, Pat.

- It ain't nobody's now.

[clattering]

Oh, this where we at now?

Fucking hands off me.

[bang]

- The Ms. Pat Show was filmed

in front of a live
studio audience.

[cheers and applause]

- Look, y'all, I ain't
never lied to you,

and I ain't gonna lie
to you today.

I don't even want
to be here, OK?

But since you pressed play,
here we go.

Being married is hard.

Some days that shit is like
getting a root canal

butt-ass naked
with no novocaine.

And some days
the shit is just hell.

OK?

But we all know it's two sides
to the bullshit, right?

"We just hold on
and get over it."

That's what they say.

But what if we don't?

If you watching this
and you engaged to be married

and that nigga sitting
next to you, girl,

take off that ring
and run, bitch, run.

[cheers and applause]

- We regret to inform you that
your husband,

James Evans, was--

[upbeat music]

Killed in an automo--

- My God.

- [crying] Man, why they had
to do James like that, man?

- He really was the best
Black TV dad ever.

- Well, he ain't got
nothing on Daddy.

- I can't believe
he's been gone since Tuesday.

I want him back.

- I know. Hey.

What if Mama replaces him
with a light-skinned daddy?

I mean, they always
do that on TV.

Some strange butterscotch man
all up in my kitchen.

Eating up all my cereal.

- Nobody's replacing nobody
with nobody.

Dad will be back.

- Damn!

- What?

- Well, it's just that--

I mean, this is new to us.

Our dad's never
left home before, and...

Just occurred to me that
this must be

how you guys feel
every day of your life.

- Get your hands off me.

- Thanks for that trigger,
Junebug.

Get off me.

- Look.

I heard Mama said some
pretty nasty things.

- Well, I heard he grabbed her.

- OK, where are you guys
hearing all this gossip from?

BOTH: Denise.

- Well, I'm on Mama's side.

'Cause like I've been saying,
what to do with that baby

was her decision
and hers alone.

- Hers alone?

Ash, they are married, OK?

Once you put on that ring,
every decision

becomes a couple thing.

- OK, Kevin Samuels.

- I'm just saying.

If the pregnancy test
turned pink,

you better ask what
the daddy thinks.

- Please stop.

- Brandon does have a point
for once in his life.

Look, I for one, think
it would have been

cool to have a little brother.

- [scoffs] I got one.

Trust me, it ain't that cool.

- Hey, y'all.

I, um, guess I owe you
an explanation to--

to where I've been, huh?

- It's all right, Pops.

We just glad you
ain't light-skinned.

- I just needed some air, son.

- Where the hell have you been
to get 48 hours' worth of air?

- Hey, uh, y'all want
to watch "Good Times" with us?

The daddy just died.

- No, I think your daddy
got something to say,

like an apology.

Brandon, look like you
got yourself a roommate.

-Hey, Pat, listen.

Now, we need to--

- Wait, who the roommate?

I need to know
if my rent going down.

- ♪ Come on,
it's time to go ♪

♪ It's "The Ms. Pat Show" ♪

- I know damn well
you ain't going back

to that bitch that look like

the Michael Jackson version
of Snoop Dogg.

- Mama, don't--

wait, she kind of did, though.

But, no, I'm not
going back to her.

I don't need to be
cheated on anymore.

- Good, because I would hate
to have to stab a bitch.

You know I actually wanted
to stab that bitch, right?

- I know. You tried.

I did decide I'm not
going back to Chicago.

- What that mean?
- I'm staying here.

- Y'all kids ever going
to leave the house?

Am I not mean enough?

- I'm not staying here here.

I signed a lease
for an apartment nearby.

- What?
You moving to Plainfield?

- Mm, Plainfield
is a little too plain for me.

I'm in the ministry of melanin.

I got a place in Indianapolis
20 minutes away.

- Oh! Well, don't get killed.

- [scoffs]

- But, hey,
I'm happy for you, baby.

And that's the best news
I've heard

since the abortion doctor said,
"I'm done."

- And that's another reason
why I need to leave this house.

You and Daddy are fighting
like Israel and Palestine.

- Child, me and your daddy's
not fighting.

I just want that man to stay
the hell away from me, OK?

- Don't act like
you don't care.

I saw how worried you got
when he didn't come home.

- I just wanted
to make sure I could

cash in his insurance policy.

- You two need
to kiss and make up.

- Kissing is how
we got here, child.

- Ew.

All I'm saying is, I've never
seen y'all fight like this.

And I don't think it's wise
to go out on that comedy tour

until everything is resolved.

- Girl, let me
tell you something.

That's the best part
about this comedy tour,

'cause me and that man
need some time apart.

- Not talking has never
helped anything, Ma.

- It's helping now. Just watch.

- Mama.

- Child, shut up, I'm healing.

- Are you two finally going
to start talking to each other?

[cell phone buzzing]

[loud thud]

Guess not.

- Hey, here you go, Junebug.

Pancakes.

- I don't like pancakes.

- Men don't get an opinion
in this house.

[phone buzzes]

What does "Duck you" mean?

- It's probably autocorrect.

- No, it mean,
"Duck, motherfucker!"

[shattering]

- Don't make me
throw a flapjack!

- Well, let's break
breakfast then, nigga.

- Can you stop?

You know, Mrs. Butterworth
is too old

to be busting it open
in our living room like this.

- And I'm too old to be busting
it open to have new babies.

Tell your daddy that.

- Dad, Ma said she--
- I heard her.

- You can also tell
your dad I'm too busy

trying to make it with my
comedy career to have a baby.

He won't be whining
when we get rich.

- Janelle,
please tell your mama

I'm so sorry to whine
about her betraying

every religious belief I have.

My bad.
- Jesus Christ!

- Janelle, would you please
tell your mama

to keep His name out her mouth?

Don't think he'd be too happy
with what she did.

- Jesus too busy worrying about
poverty and wars in this world

to be worried about
my damn pootie tang!

- Can y'all please
stop arguing?

I feel like I'm watching
the Zeus network.

- Junebug is right.

Can y'all stop fighting
for two seconds?

I have some good news.

- What's your good news, girl?

And we're not fighting.
- Yes, we are.

- Tell your daddy
we're not fighting!

- Mama said y'all not.

- Tell your mama I said we are.

- Daddy said y'all are.

- Tell that man--

- Please just stop.

- Janelle says stop.

- Well, you can tell Janelle--

- Enough!

- OK, old loud-ass girl.

- Wait a minute. Go on, baby.

I could use some good news.

- Well, I applied for a
$20,000 Tubman scholarship,

and I'm a finalist.

And one of the reps is in town,

and he wants to come over
for dinner.

- This is incredible, Janelle.

- Wow, $20,000?

I know my baby gonna win.

- That's a lot of faith.

- Support your family.

When is he coming over, baby?

- He wants to come over
tonight.

- Tonight?

It's not a good time.

Can he reschedule?

- She already said
he's out of town, Pat.

We got to make it work.

- Yeah, but this is a big deal.

We should make it special
and not rush it.

- It's only going to be
a mess if you make it a mess.

- You already made it,

- OK, OK, look.

My whole application essay
is about my amazing family--

minus Junebug--

and how much you two
love each other.

So I need you to pretend that
is true for one night, OK?

- Do I look like
a Black-ass Meryl Streep?

- Look, baby,
we promise on your big night

we will abort
this conversation.

- You see that?

- Ma.

- OK. I'll stop talking shit.

[cellphone buzzing]

- My face can not
fit in my ass, Pat.

You know that.

- Ma, you promised.

- Texting ain't talking.

- Can you please act like
an adult for one second?

I should not have
to be the parent here.

- All right, baby.
You know what, I'll fix it.

Don't worry about it,
all right?

I'm just going to
block her number.

- Good.
- Yeah.

[cellphone chiming]

- Dad.

- Yeah?

- Can you come here real quick?

Mama wanted me
to show you this.

- You spelled "dickhead" wrong.

- I'm so sorry.

I meant to spell it T-E-R-R-Y.

- That's your name, Dad.

- What the--hey, hey, hey,
hold on now.

Where you think you're going
with my suitcases?

- On tour with Pat.

Where you been?

Oh, yeah. Gone.

Your wife made me
her assistant on tour.

- That's nice.
Have fun on the road,

but my suitcases stay
in my garage.

- Well, that ain't
what Pat said.

- Is that right?
What did Pat say?

- She said I can have it. Bye.

- Her body, her choice.

My suitcase, my choice!

You fucking talking
to yourself, Terry.

- Hey, Dad, your car's
making a funny noise.

- From the garage?
- No, out on the street.

I'm not sure
if this is connected,

but I did hit that curb
pretty hard.

Oh, and you're going
to need a new tire.

- What? I just got new tires.
- Oh, thank God.

Then you'll know where
to get one.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Who told you
you could take my car?

- Mama did.
- She what?

- Oh, hey, Dad.

Don't forget,
the scholarship rep

is coming over Tuesday night.

I'm just waiting
for him to confirm.

- Now, how I'm going
to forget something

I ain't even been told?
- Mama didn't tell you?

Well, she had me
switch the dates

because she said
tonight was too soon.

I thought y'all agreed on this.

- OK, I get it.

My suitcase, my car.

You know, your mom is trying
to teach me a little lesson.

But you know what?
I don't care.

I ain't going to let her
get up under my skin.

[laughs]
Doesn't even bother me none.

[humming "Amazing Grace"]

♪ ♪

- Who's playing, Dad?

- Is that my Wild Cherry Pepsi?

- This was the last one.
Mama said I could have it.

- Boy, do you know how long
it takes to find a store that

carries Wild Cherry Pepsi?

I do, because
I put in the work.

I drive down
to Bloomington, Indiana,

on my day off.

- How are you this upset
about soda?

- Ain't about no damn soda.

Your mama just crossed
the big, carbonated,

cherry-flavored line.

And you know what?

- Dad, where are you going?

- I'll be back.

- I would have gave him some.

- I don't know why
that man so dramatic.

Who in the fuck cares
about a Wild Cherry Pepsi?

It ain't like it was an
AriZona Sweet Tea or some shit.

- Where do you think he went?

- I don't know,
but he better be back,

'cause you can't
leave no Black woman.

We will find you,
kick down that door,

and drag your runaway ass
back to the house.

I'll call a voodoo priest.

- Don't you think you're being
a little too hard on him?

- Yeah, Mom, he got
every right to be upset.

Just like you got
every right to be upset.

- I thought you was on my team.

- I'm not on anybody's team.

OK, I'm on your team.

Just don't do no voodoo.

- What about you, Junebug?

- Sorry, but I'm team Dad.

- What the fuck?

After the way he yelled
at you today?

- You yelling at me right now.

And you hit me earlier.

- You want a fresh one?

- Well, I'm on Pat's side.

You bunch of traitor-ass
Judases.

- See, now that's
a good soldier.

- So you want us to mindlessly
do whatever you say?

- Yeah, now you're getting it.

[cellphone rings]

- Hello?

It's the scholarship rep.

He says he's outside.

Are you playing one
of your little TikTok pranks?

- Uh-uh, this is God
pranking you.

- OK, well, if this
is really Mr. Scholarship,

then why are you calling
me on my phone

when you could just ring
the doorbell?

[doorbell rings]
- Oh, shit!

I thought he was
coming by Tuesday.

- I thought I sent that email.

Oh, my God,
it's still in my drafts.

Oh, God. No, no, no.

Oh, man, what am I going to do?

I mean, my whole essay
is about my loving family,

and Dad isn't even here.

- Told you you're not going
to college.

- Shut up before I take all
the lotion out your bathroom.

- Janelle, calm down.

Look, your family's fucked up.

It's just who we are,
so we own it, OK?

Hey, I'm going to buy some
Chinese food and fix this.

Either they like us
or they don't.

- Definitely not getting
that scholarship.

- OK.

OK. I love you

- The fuck you
rubbing on me for?

I dropped out of school.

- Oh, God damn.

That's a sexy-ass nerd.

He made me think
about Superman.

Like Dark Kent.

- Hello, my name
is Tyrese Porter.

I'm from the Harriet Tubman
Education Group

scholarship office.
- Hi, I'm Janelle.

And this is my mom.

- Hi, I'm Pat.
- Oh, pleasure.

And this must be Terry.

Janelle said so many wonderful
things about her parents.

- Um--

- You know, this is exactly
the Black diversity

we're looking for.

[interposing voices]

- Yeah, that's right.

Black diversity.

- What the hell?

- This woman right here
is my soul mate.

My spoonful of sugar.

The old ball and chain.

And she the ball.
- Mm.

Well, it's great
to meet you both. [chuckles]

- Mom.

BOTH: Yes?

- [laughs]

- It's nice to meet you,
Mr. Porter.

Don't get no ideas
about my wife.

She eats pussy.

- [clears throat]

- I'm not just the L.

You know, I'm an LG-"B"-TQ.

- OK, I see.

- Yeah, remember
the B is for bisexual.

Or as I like to call it,
be patient, OK?

- Hey, princess.

- Hey, Daddy,
what you doing here?

- I just thought you might
need some help moving in.

- You're so thoughtful.

I could use some help,
actually.

You can grab that box
right there.

- Your mama's really
pissing me off.

- Oh, you ain't here
to help at all, huh?

- Before, you know,
she was just giving me

the silent treatment,
which, to be honest,

was kind of a nice break.

But now she's just being cruel.

- Wow, that's crazy.

- And you know what else
bothers me?

I thought we were a team,
that we were in this together.

But now she just
goes off and makes

every decision without me.

- Wow, that's crazy.

So you not even going
to open that one box?

- She just always...
[glass shatters]

making me feel
like I'm invisible,

like I ain't got no say so
in this marriage

or this family.

- Have you tried
telling her that?

- Of course I tried.

I blocked her.

Oh.

I know she was
trying to call me.

- How are you telling her this
if y'all not even talking?

You're both being mad immature

and making everyone take sides.

- Who's not on my side?

I see your point.

- You love Mama.

She loves you.

Maybe it's time to do the work
to get beyond this

and focus on everything
you have together.

Talk.

- She won't talk to me.

- Daddy.
- What?

You can't outrun a storm
while holding lightning

in the palm of your hand.

Release it.

Talk.

- Maybe you're right, baby.

Thanks.

I'm going to go home
and try to talk to her.

You're welcome to come with.

- You're welcoming me to come,
or are you telling me to come?

- Mm-hmm.

- OK, fine.

- Lord knows we can
use a therapist.

- I know. I lived there.

- So tell me,
how did you two meet?

- Oh, I'm glad you asked.

It's a really great story.

- No, it ain't.

- She's so shy.
Let me tell it, baby.

- Yeah, I would love
to hear your version.

- OK, well,
we were on opposing teams

on our softball league.

Yeah, and I hit a line drive
straight into the gap.

No pun intended.

[laughter]

And then I rounded third base,
and who was standing there

but big, old Pat
blocking the plate.

So I had to do
what I had to do.

- I see.

- So we ended up
on top of each other. Yup.

My ass in the air,
and her face in the dirt.

And we've been like
that all these years.

- Beautiful story.

- Yeah, you remember
that day, Pat?

- Yeah.

And from that day forward,
every time

her ass was in the air,
I'd rather eat dirt.

- Hey.

How come y'all ain't tell me
dinner was happening?

Why y'all holding hands?

- This is my son Brandon.

He's opposite of Janelle.

He's a loser.
- [chuckles]

- Janelle, what's going on?

[laughs] What?

- My God, you two must have
been babies when you had him.

- Oh, no, he's from
an old relationship

back when I used to like dick.

- [chuckles] Yeah,
I just love my two mothers.

All these years and they're
still as affectionate as ever.

Come on, guys.

Show him how you be kissing.

- Kiss my ass!

- Mama.

- OK, um,

you have a very explicit
way with words, Pat.

Shocking, but amusing.

- Yeah, I scooped Pat up
out the dumpster,

and then cleaned that ass up.

[both chuckle]

But you know the old saying,

you can't take the street
out the girl.

- I'm going to meet you
in the street after this.

- OK, OK, I don't think
Mr. Porter wants to hear that.

- Oh, Janelle,
you're still here?

- Yes, let's focus
on our star student.

Janelle, your application
says you have a perfect GPA.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's outstanding.

Any extracurricular activities?

- Oh, well, if extracurricular
means being extra,

then, yeah, she's got those.

- Actually,
I'm on the debate team.

I participate
in student government.

And I volunteer at the library.

- The library never needed
no volunteers.

- An impressive resume.

I'm sure any institution
of higher learning

would be proud
to have you matriculate.

- Oh, my God, I love
the way that you talk.

With all those nouns
and verbs

and, you know, the stuff
you said about urinating.

- [laughs]

- Baby!

You know we got
things to do tonight.

We going to the WNBA game
and shop for some Subarus.

- Hey, everybody.

- And this is my daughter,
Ashley.

- Yes, Ashley is also
of the lesbian persuasion.

- What do you mean also?

- Me and Denise is gay.

- [laughs]

Perfect.

- What's all of this?

- Terry.

- Uh, I thought you were Terry.

- I am Terry.

With an I.

Stop playing, Denise.

- Why are you
calling me Denise?

- Well, Denny
is short for Denise,

because that's
a guy's name too.

Yeah, that's our cousin.

Denny, this is Mr. Porter,
the scholarship rep, remember?

- Oh, that's funny,
because I was told

it was on a different night.

Can I speak to you
for a second, Pat?

- Mm-mm.

- Pat.
- Mom.

- Hey, baby, I come in peace.

All right?

I was talking to Ashley
on the ride over,

and I'm ready to talk.

- Don't you see all
the shit going on?

- Um, should I go?

- No.

- Oh, OK. [chuckles]

- Now go on back to your
little hotel room, Terry.

- I'm Denise, remember?

So once again, you--

you ain't gonna even consider
your husband's feelings.

- OK, Denise,
I asked you nicely.

Stay out of my marriage.

- I did consider your feelings,
but at the end of the day,

I had to listen
to the right one.

Mine.

- You always listen to
yourself and no one else,

and that's the problem.

- You're the fucking problem!

- You want to say that again!

- Oh, no, I definitely
should go.

- Yeah, so should I.

- Wait, baby, I--

- Damn, Pat.

You cheating on me
with this bald bitch.

- Mr. Porter.

Can I call you Tyrese?

- No.

- Oh, classic Tyrese.

[laughs]

Listen, can you please
give Janelle another chance?

- I don't think there's
anything more to see here.

- Well, I mean, are you sure?

After all, I ain't married
to Pat no more.

- [chuckles] You never were.

- OK, well, hold up. Hold up.

OK, this is all my fault.
I take all the blame.

But I just think that
Janelle is an amazing kid,

and she really deserves
another chance.

- Yes, she is amazing,

but there are a lot of other
deserving students out there

with families
who won't pretend to be queer

to be more interesting.

- Ooh.

Are you sure...

That there's not something

or someone worth staying for?

- [chuckles]

Are you bribing me?

- No, I ain't bribing you.

I'm vibing.

You know, this is
a Black scholarship.

That's what Black folks do.

We vibe. [laughs]

Niggas died for the vibe.

- Well, there was someone
in this house

I found attractive.

- Okay. [chuckles]

- Not you.
- Oh.

OK, well, they better not be
Janelle, because I will gladly

rip out your ribs
and have my ass

a bloody backyard barbecue
in this bitch.

- No, I was actually
speaking about Brandon.

[clears throat]

- Oh, OK.

So you are--

- Uh, gay. Yes.

- Praise God.

Oh, Jesus, I thought
I was losing my touch.

Ooh.

OK, so if that's what
you like,

we definitely can make
that happen.

Now, did you know
that he was a stripper?

So if you come on back inside,

I can get you
in his champagne room.

- You're not helping.

- Oh, great,
Roe and Wade are here.

- What you doing up here, baby?

- I'm just looking
at my application essay,

which, after that
display downstairs,

appears like a complete lie.

- Janelle, we're sorry.
- It's too late.

I mean, you two really
blew this for me.

You couldn't pretend
to be civil for five minutes.

- Hey, hey now.

Let us fix it, baby.

- It's too late to fix it.

He's gone.

- No, he's not.

I told Denise don't
let him leave.

- Aunt Denise?

Let me get down there.

You know, why don't you just
let Brandon take my SAT next?

- Mm.

- What?

- "All of my friends
complain about their parents.

"Not me.

"Never me.

"This world is full
of choppy waters,

"but they always have
been my lighthouse.

Casting out darkness and--"

- "Illuminating."

- "Illuminating my path with
bright, unconditional love.

Love for me, but also"--

- "Love for each other."

- Wow.

- Pat, Terry,
come on down here!

- Thank you so much
for coming back.

- Well, Denise was
very persuasive.

- Wow, Auntie, what you say?

- Don't worry about it.

Just keep your mouth
shut and stay pretty.

- Mr. Porter, I just want
to say I'm sorry that

we all lied to you and for
everything that was said

and done since you walked
through the door.

- Just so we're clear,
you're Pat,

and you're the real Terry?

- And I'm the real gay.

Hey.

- Pat and I had
a misunderstanding that

led to all this drama tonight,
and this had nothing

to do with Janelle.

We take full responsibility.

- I don't know if you married,
Mr. Porter,

but this shit is hard.

- You mean, "stuff", Mama.
This stuff is hard.

- No, I have been married
and, yes, this shit is hard.

- Regardless,
this is our family

through the good and the bad.

It's messy, but in the end,
we always make it work.

- That's the kind
of example we want

to try to show our children.

- And if you want
to find another student

with a more
conventional family,

I understand.

- Well, I'll admit
I was a bit taken aback

by the lying and the yelling
and the pimping. [laughs]

- Pimping?

- Say what?

- [chuckles]

The love you folks have
for each other, it really--

it shines through.

And I say anyone who
can survive this family

and make it to college deserves
some financial assistance.

Janelle, I think you make
a perfect candidate

for the Harriet Tubman
Education Group scholarship.

- Are you serious?

I get a Tubman?

- Congrats, baby girl.

- I'm so proud of you.

- Yeah, congrats.

- OK, why have you been a jerk
the last couple of days?

- He'll never admit it,
but I know why.

He's going to miss you.

- Aww.

You gonna miss me, Coonbug?

- Oh, please,
get over yourself.

- I'm going to miss you too.

And don't worry, I have a whole
nother year to terrorize you.

- Oh, man, this is so cool.

You get to go to
an underground school.

Sojourner Truth
would be so proud.

- Listen, Andy,
I know I'm supposed

to start the tour on Monday,

but I'm going to just
be honest with you.

Child, my marriage is in worse
condition than your liver.

And I need to talk to Terry

to get us back
on the same page.

We need to decide together

if this tour is happening
or not.

- [clears throat]

- OK.

Thank you. I'll call you later.

Bye-bye.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Is the scholarship
man still downstairs?

- Yeah, yeah, Denise took him
down to the basement

for some reason.

- Why you in my room?

- This is my room.

It's our room.

- It was until you left me.

- I'm here now.

- You left me, Terry.

You yelled at me
and you grabbed me

and you left me.

People have been leaving me
my whole life.

I never would have
thought that you

would have walked out on me.

- I'm sorry, Pat.

Baby, I just needed
to breathe for a second.

- We breathe together, Terry.

Hell, we always
breathe together.

- I know.

I just...

turned into my daddy
for a second,

and, um,
that's the scariest thing

I've ever felt in my life.

I was in a whole
lot of pain, baby.

- What about me, Terry?

I was hurting, too.

- I will never make
you feel that way again.

I'll do my work if you
do yours, all right?

And as far as I can see,
you already are.

- What you mean?

- What you just said
on the phone right now,

that's exactly what I needed
to hear,

that we're a team.

- We supposed
to be a team, Terry,

and we should make
every decision together.

But that doesn't mean
we always gonna agree.

- You right, baby.

- You know, when it
come to my body,

I want to hear your opinion,
because you've been making

my body feel good for decades.

- True, true, true, true.

- But the final decision
about my body lies with me.

- That's fair.

- So what do you think
about the comedy tour?

- Ah, well, it feels
good to be asked.

You really do care about
what I think, don't you?

- No, but I'm learning.

- [laughs]

I fell in love with you

because you're such a strong,
independent woman,

and I promise
that I will never let that

threaten me again, OK?

- I love you, baby.

- I love you, too, baby.

Forever.

- Forever-ever?

- Forever-ever.

And if you really want
to know my opinion

about you going out
on tour

and leaving the whole family
behind--

- There go that bullshit.

- My opinion is I'll be pissed
if you don't go.

I'm behind you 100%.

- We good?

- If you back to liking men,
we good.

- Now, you know that
was my damn sister.

- Come here.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Shh.

- Flag on the play.

We just dodged a bullet.

You want to jump back
out in front of a gun?

- All right, baby.
Come here.

Come here.

Love you.

[indistinct speech]

[funky music]

- ♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

♪ And she don't take
no stuff ♪

♪ She's a grown-ass woman,
and you can't get enough ♪

♪ She's a grown-ass woman
with family and kids ♪

♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

♪ And it's
"The Ms. Pat Show" ♪