(fans cheering over TV)
You're eating potato chips?
Melanie, a single chip has 28 calories
and five grams of fat.
Do you have to do that?
No.
Ooh, dip.
50 calories, four grams of fat.
I guess I do.
Kelly, let her eat.
Forget it, I lost my appetite.
That's my girl.
ANNOUNCER: Ooh, there seems to be little love lost
between Malik Wright
and Offensive Coordinator Kenny Taylor.
Uh-oh. Manager alert.
Oh, hell. Come on, Malik.
It's only 30 seconds left in the game.
Don't do anything stupid.
Too late.
Oh, look! Look.
Derwin's on TV.
Aw, honey, if they never panned the bench,
you'd never see your sweetie.
(snapping fingers): Malik.
You all right?
Hell, no, I ain't all right.
Coach T is trying to keep me in the pocket.
That ain't my game-- my thing is I need to run.
Let me move; that's what I do.
Okay, why are you tripping? You won.
You don't make the highlight reels
by playing in the pocket.
Remember, this supposed to be my year.
Cover of Madden, Sports Illustrated.
Ma, I want my ESPY.
All right, all right, I'll talk to Coach T, again.
Here he comes now.
Let that fool know what's what.
Coach.
I know, Tasha, I know.
Yeah, you better know.
My client, your star quarterback, is not happy.
If your client keeps ignoring my play calling,
he's going to find himself the backup quarterback.
Or, he may just find himself starting for Washington.
Your turn.
Look, we are not going to work this out
in the next few minutes, so if you'll excuse me,
I got to get something to eat.
I eat.
I'm just saying, it's a morale issue.
He... Damn, you do eat.
I don't eat cute, and I don't eat for show.
I eat for sustenance.
I'm just saying,
Malik padding his own stats is bringing the team down.
Receivers would like to make some plays, too.
Well, maybe if the receivers could get open,
Malik could pass them the ball.
Well, Malik has to stay in the pocket
to give the receivers time to get open.
Well, maybe if the line would block for him,
he could stay in the pocket.
Look, all I know is somebody's at fault,
and it ain't Malik.
Hey, we can argue this all night.
I got all night.
Ooh. Now, you ain't gonna just rock my world
and think this is over.
Over? That was just practice.
It's game time, baby.
(squealing)
(giggling)
If you're going to creep in this late,
I hope you got some Taco Bell.
(scoffs)
Hey, baby. You still up?
It's 2:00 in the morning.
I've been worried sick.
You couldn't call nobody?
Look, I'm sorry, baby, I'm fine.
Not about you.
What happened with Coach T?
Trust, I'm all over that.
I mean, I'm handling the situation.
So I get to run my game.
-Well, not yet. -Well...
You didn't make any headway?
Hell, no.
I-I mean, it's, it's just going to take some time.
But you were with him all night.
I wasn't with him all night.
Then where were you?
Oh...
Well, if you must know...
I had to give Melanie a ride home.
Who's Melanie?
Derwin's girlfriend.
Who is Derwin?
The rookie.
Why does she need a ride from you?
Because she's in medical school.
And?
And? It's hard!
Look, just quit sweating me and go to bed.
You got practice in a few hours.
Don't let me down, Ma.
(phone line rings)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hey, girl.
Tasha?
You busy?
Busy sleeping.
Are you getting an attitude with me?
Okay, listen, if Malik asks you if I gave you a ride home,
just say yes.
And tell him that medical school is hard.
Why do you need me to lie?
'Cause I do, and just make sure
that your boyfriend's on the same page.
Bye.
Why are you lying for Tasha?
I don't know, but if you see Malik,
just tell him she gave me
a ride home from medical school, and it's hard.
Ow! Ow!
See, the problem is,
most black girls learn the cost of cute
by the time they're five years old.
This child is way behind the curve.
Ow! Mommy, it hurts.
I know, baby, but it's so pretty.
No. No, sir.
Daddy, save me!
You got to man up, Brit-Brat.
Hey, sweetie. What are you
doing back so soon? You miss your tee time?
-Forgot my gloves. -Hall closet.
While you're in there, see if you can find your game.
Oh. Okay.
No problem. I think it's right next to your glory days,
which is right behind your arthritis.
Ahh... Just hurry up, Pitts.
I want to get back, so I can see that new movie Cruise Control.
Have you seen it?
-Oh, yeah, it's really good. -No, I haven't.
But I-I think it's playing over at Fashion Valley.
That's where I was going to go see it.
6:30.
I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
I'm sure I will.
JASON: Come on, it's going
to take us all day to walk that course.
Walk? But they have carts.
Do you have cart money?
Yeah, man, I have cart money.
See you, Kelly.
Tasha.
Kenny.
(door opens)
-Brittany, go to your room. -(door closes)
Thank God.
(scoffs)
What?
-What? -What?
-What? You know what. -What?!
Okay, I'm going to ask you one more time, what?
Okay, damn.
Fine.
We had sex.
Five times.
Well, six, if you count...
No, you wouldn't.
Now what?
You know what.
I knew what the first "what" was,
but I'm not so sure about this "what," so what?
Seems pretty convenient that Malik and Coach T had a fight
about staying in the pocket.
Now Coach T's in your pocket.
Five times.
You start messing with the offense,
you're messing with my husband's career.
Now, I can see how this can look untoward,
but I am very clear on the line between business and pleasure.
Be sure that you are.
I'm watching you, Tasha Mack.
Fine, watch me, Kelly Pitts.
'Cause I'm not doing anything I need to be ashamed of.
Just don't tell Malik anything about this.
Well, if you're not ashamed, why can't I tell Malik?
'Cause I haven't thought it all through yet.
And 'cause Malik is my child.
And 'cause, damn it, I said so.
(indistinct conversations)
Excuse me.
Is that seat taken?
I was saving it for the most beautiful woman in San Diego.
Oh. Well, lucky for you, she just arrived.
(laughing)
Baby, you didn't have to buy popcorn.
I bought you some.
When you're out on a date with me, I got you.
Oh! That is so sweet.
Here. Have some popcorn.
I'm on a date!
I've been looking forward to seeing you all day.
Me, too.
Oh, this feels so good.
Yeah. Yeah, it does.
Did you get my e-mail?
Why? Did you send me a virtual kiss, Mr. Romantic?
Not exactly.
I sent you some material
that backs up my argument about Malik.
(scoffs)
We are on a date.
I know. I just thought we should resolve that
so we can concentrate on us.
I can't talk about business when I'm being all womanly
and you're being all manly.
Damn. Now I got to put on my manager's hat
and create a professional distance.
Okay. Talk.
I want Malik to have a long and successful career.
Well, that's mighty black of you.
Tasha, I know what I'm doing.
I coached Roy Phillips in Cleveland.
He played 15 years.
Now he's retiring, healthy, with two rings
and the cover of a Wheaties box.
-What are you thinking? -I'm thinking
the popcorn's not the only thing getting buttered up around here.
Tasha, I'm not playing you. I...
I didn't even put butter on that popcorn.
Look,
you know Malik's hot-dogging leaves him open to injury.
There are plenty of defensive backs
that would love to end your boy's career early.
Now, Malik's becoming real predictable.
Now, we got Philly this weekend.
Those guys have his number.
That's why we lost to them last year.
If you can get him
to play within my system, I can take him to the next level.
(dramatic music plays)
Okay. We are done with business.
Just until the movie's over.
-I made reservations for dinner. -Fine.
Then, after dessert.
Thought I was dessert.
Okay. But at some point,
you're going to have to get up off of me,
so I can think about this.
(phone ringing)
I got it.
(sighs)
You got it.
(laughs)
Hello.
-Hey. -Hey, Melanie.
Is there something going on with Tasha?
I got this strange phone call from her.
Has she been acting a little...
Fine, you beat it out of me.
Tasha and Kenny Taylor are going together.
What, my Kenny?
"Going together"?
I thought that phrase died in the '80s.
As if.
Don't tell anybody.
Tasha swore me to secrecy.
(chuckles) Good job with that, babe.
Shh!
I get it.
It's a secret.
(softly): Coach T and Tasha are hooking up.
For real? They're old.
I can't believe I told you that.
God, you're good.
You're going to make a great lawyer.
I'm in medical school.
Oops, got to go.
-(phone beeps) -Hello?
Girl, what am I doing with this man, and why didn't you stop me?
And how come the one guy that I wind up
liking has to be Malik's coach?
And how come everything he says
got to make so much damn sense about Malik?
And how do I know if he really is making sense,
or if I'm just tripping
'cause he's ringing my bell and whatnot?
Okay. I think...
Look, I did not
call to ask you what you think,
'cause I don't care what you think.
You know what? I would never mislead Malik.
I'm just going to have to trust myself,
because Tasha Mack would never steer Tasha Mack wrong.
Thank you, Tasha Mack.
And look at Roy Phillips.
He ran the same offense,
and his tired old ass is on the cereal box.
And you damn sure look better than him.
(chuckling): True. True.
See?
And when you win a championship,
your endorsements are going to blow up even more.
Yeah. (scoffs)
And we can get some for you, too,
because if McNabb's mama can sell soup,
you ought to have your own chowder,
or better yet, a bisque-- baby!
Ooh.
See there?
I like it when you think big.
(both cackling)
-Ma... -Hmm!
I can never tell if what these guys are saying
is good for me or just good for them.
You're the only one I can trust, Mama.
That's 'cause I'll never steer you wrong, Malik.
So do it for the team, baby.
Do it for your career.
Okay.
I'll try it.
But I'm doing it for my mama's bisque.
-Oh... -(chuckles)
-ANNOUNCER: And he scores! -(cheering)
Jason just caught a 40-yard pass!
No, Malik just threw a 40-yard pass,
while staying in the pocket.
That's my baby!
From what I hear, you got two babies.
Heifer, you told?
She lawyered it out of me.
MELANIE (sighs): I'm in
med school.
This is not about you.
(sing-songy): Tasha got her groove back.
(all laughing)
Okay, look, but don't start picking out china patterns
or anything like that.
It's only been a few dates.
So I just wanted to see where this goes.
So don't tell anybody, especially your men.
-Oh. -Oh.
-(scoffs) We wouldn't do that. -No.
(all cheering)
Yes!
Yeah! Yeah!
-Yeah! -That's what I'm talking about, baby.
-Yeah! -That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, hey, looking good out there, Wright.
Thanks, Coach.
-Doing it sweet, Malik. -Yo, rook!
We're up by 24. I might even talk to the coach
about letting you run a couple of plays
so people could finally know who our, uh...
Davis is, baby!
For real?
Yo, thanks, man.
I really can't tell you how much this means...
You're flapping your gums too damn much, dawg.
Don't make me regret this, please!
My man. Whoo!
Dude!
I'm gonna have to drop
a few of these balls.
I'm making you look too good.
(grunting melodically in unison)
(laughs) We're winning, baby!
I guess Moms getting with Coach T worked out.
Oh, so you know?
Melanie was acting like
your moms and Coach T hooking up was some big secret.
Hooking up?
Oh, see, "hooking up" where I come from means...
It's like making love...
It isn't hitting it.
(grunts)
Damn it!
I'm not gonna get in the game, am I?
With idiot moves like that,
I think that, deep down, you don't really want to play.
-(fans cheering) -What the hell is wrong with Malik?
Jason is wide open.
Why is Malik running all over the place?
Throw the ball!
Where's Derwin?
Where he always is-- holding down the bench.
(all gasping)
ANNOUNCER: Ooh, what a hit on Malik Wright.
He doesn't look like he's getting up.
The medical team is coming out on the field, folks.
(elevator bell dings)
All right, God, it's like this.
I'll stop parking in handicap spots,
I'll stop claiming Tee-Tee and them on my taxes,
and I will never sleep with anybody ever again.
Just let my child be all right.
Thank God.
Are you okay? Is he okay?
Oh, he'll be all right.
A few bruised ribs.
He just got the wind knocked out of him.
Boy, if you ever scare me like this again,
I will kill you.
Malik, what are you doing out there?
We talked about this-- you're safer in the pocket.
I rolls out. That's what I do.
So tell your boyfriend, he can kiss my... (groans)
(grunting)
Now I know why you was on the coach's side.
I guess you took one for the tea-- damn, man.
Don't talk to your mother like that.
She's a strong, intelligent, beautiful woman.
And it's only natural that she has... needs.
Joe, get away.
Malik Wright,
there will never be a time in your life
when you think it's okay to disrespect me.
What about you disrespecting me?
Everybody's laughing at me behind my back,
and with Coach T?
Ma, this is my job!
How could you do this to me?
I was going to get you your own bisque.
Malik, I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
But this all caught me by surprise.
I haven't met a man that I cared about in a long time.
Especially one that made me feel this good.
Look, I'm a mama, but I'm a woman, too.
-Ma. -Look, I have desires...
Lord, please!
Malik, look.
You got to know that whatever happened between me and Kenny
had nothing to do with my advice about your career,
'cause I stand behind everything I told you.
And judging by your bruised ribs... so should you.
All right. I hear you.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Here's the deal.
You got a decision to make.
You're my mom, and you can date whoever you want to.
Or you can be my manager and shut it down.
I'm your manager.
What are you going to do?
What I have to do.
Aw, I'm sorry, Tasha.
It's hard to find a man out there.
How do you know, young'un?
Girl, I don't; I'm just trying to help.
(chuckles)
Excuse me.
-Hi. -Hey, Coach T.
I'm Derwin Davis' girlfriend.
Number 81.
You know, if you put him in someday, you won't be sorry.
Hey.
-I... -I...
(both laugh)
You go first.
Well, your boy pulled it out for us.
Mm-hmm.
He knows how to win.
Oh, yeah, he does, and so do you.
(chuckles) Now, you know we created a hot mess.
Yeah. I can't argue with that.
And, uh... you know what we got to do, right?
Yeah, I know, I know.
I mean, it's the right thing to do.
Mm-hmm.
This is the only thing to do, right?
Yeah.
I mean, you know, I told Malik that I was just
going to be his manager and not allow
my personal life to interfere with his career.
That's the right thing to do, right?
Right or wrong, baby...
the sad thing is I already caught feelings for you.
Damn.
Me, too, baby.
(sighs)