[upbeat music]
[Camille] Your laptop had my Instagram,
my hobbies, my schedule.
Everything we did last night you researched.
Do you not get how stalkery this is?
It ain't even like that, Cam.
I'm just terrible at planning dates.
It's like the one thing I'm bad at.
If you do say so yourself, and you know what?
By the way, you're bad at other things,
like being honest.
What?
Pretending that you ran into me at Red Lobster,
that was dishonest.
Guessing that I'm a Gemini, dishonest.
Oh, now he likes video games, dishonest!
Okay, okay, but it wasn't lying, lying.
It was more, you know, reconnaissance, right?
I was just trying to impress you.
Oh no, you were trying to manipulate me
to get me into bed
by pretending that we had things in common.
No, a lot of them turned out to be real.
Do you not get the part of me that will always now wonder
what is real and what's for show?
And why would you go through all of that anyways
before you even knew me?
Because that piece you wrote for The Root
about gentrification was dope, okay?
And then, yes, I looked you up, and I thought you were cute.
Suddenly, you're on the panel,
and so I did a little Instagram deep dive,
and I rolled the dice with Red Lobster.
Hello, stalking.
I mean, it's like I'm basically waiting
to be murdered at this point.
Well, I had you in a lot of remote locations last night,
so if murder was my intent, it would have happened.
Good to know.
That was supposed to be a joke.
Trust me, this is a joke, and I don't have time for it.
Because of this, I missed a really important meeting.
So I'm just gonna go before the doors close
and lock themselves or something.
[singer] ♪ Hey, yo ♪
[singer] ♪ It's times two when you put in that work ♪
♪ Unless you tryna lose or you coming in third...
[Camille] Dr. Pruitt, Dr. Pruitt!
I was just in your office.
Fun. I was in my office
at our appointed meeting time.
I am very sorry.
If I could just explain...
Camille, there are two things I cannot abide.
One is lateness,
and the other is inappropriate cleavage
in the workplace.
Boom, boom, guilty two times.
This is completely not like me.
I am on time for everything.
I was even born three weeks early.
Please, I promise that I can prove my worth
on your Seneca Village research team.
Well, you get the opportunity to prove that
in your new role as second assistant.
And I suppose that groveling is beneath me?
I don't know if it is, but it probably won't work.
Who got my position as first assistant?
The one that wasn't late, Nora Longbone.
My student Nora? But she's an undergrad.
Yes, with lots of potential.
How is assisting my student even gonna work?
You'd have to show up on time to find out.
You know, Camille,
I am not gonna be doing you any special favors.
If you really want this job, you gotta work for it.
Yeah, I will.
And if that's you I smell, you need to take a shower.
[singer] ♪ ...baby girl she gotta do it with a purpose ♪
♪ Madonna by the mirror, man I heard that she a virgin ♪
♪ Sheesh, and I been in the gym all week...
Who knew that a photo shoot would be such an aphrodisiac?
Who knew I would be back in your bed again?
And for the record, sex after actually meeting you
is even better than the first time.
Ditto.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go reheat some food on my way out.
Such a bitch move.
But you remembered me.
I've profiled enough CEOs
to know that branding is the number-one rule of success.
- I like that. - I like you.
Yeah, another ditto.
And if you're serious about branding consulting,
I just did a piece on Trask.
I would be happy to introduce you.
Fuck, connected and she eats pussy?
How am I this lucky?
Oh, if only my homophobic mother
could hear someone say that to me.
What are you doing tomorrow night?
[Anna] Are you about to ask me back
for another secret booty call?
I was thinking more like a date, dinner.
[Anna] Wow, I've been upgraded.
And afterwards, me and my friend Angie
are gonna hit up Minton's, if you wanna roll.
- I love to roll. - Well, all right.
[trills] [Anna laughs]
[♪ Symphani Soto: "Venus"]
[Symphani] ♪ Something 'bout the way you look at me...
Good morning.
[Symphani] ♪ ...makes my head spinning...
Good morning.
- I made you... - Oh, my God.
Bagels, and fruit, and potatoes,
extra bacon.
Oh, I will have to pass.
I don't think one-night stands are supposed to cook.
I mean, technically this is my first,
so I'm not totally sure of all the rules.
But thank you for last night.
You were very...thorough.
I aim to please.
Um...
Farewell, good sir.
W-wait, wait, so that's it?
You're just... you're just out?
Yeah, I mean, that was the plan.
You know, fuck me, choke me, pull my hair,
not cook for me.
But I guess I'm a little hungry.
I'll just... I'll have a little bite.
But just to be clear, this is for my blood sugar,
not because we're having breakfast together.
Crystal clear.
[soft music]
This means nothing. The bacon is perfect.
You're perfect.
♪ ♪
Daddy!
Oh, my God. What is that?
What are those?
JJ, how...how are you here?
Oh! JJ, go to the kitchen.
- Bye, naked lady. - Oh, God.
Grandma, how are you home so early?
It was one of those outbreaks
with everyone getting sick on the ship.
You know white people don't vaccinate.
I will be out of your hair as soon as I can find...
This, and these?
Um...it was really nice meeting you,
and I will happily reimburse you for any therapy
your son might need after this.
Good day.
Thank you so much. So sorry.
See, this is exactly why
I don't have sex with strangers, girl,
because one second you think
you're about to get a little dick and dip,
and the next, you are hiding your boobs from a little boy.
Oh, I have been there, girl...twins.
I don't wanna hear more of that story.
Suit yourself, but it's good.
Short version, Michael Douglas
didn't ever invite me back on his houseboat.
Ew.
What sucks, girl,
is that the sex with Shawn was really good.
And, actually,
I didn't hate talking to him over breakfast this morning.
Over breakfast? You met his family?
Accept it, Quinn, you ain't really about that ho life.
No, I'm learning, okay? I'm new to this.
I'm a ho apprentice.
And I know one thing for sure: I'm not gonna see him again.
I can't.
Because, you know, I have a very strict "no kids
that did not come out of Quinn" policy.
Thank you, because kids mean baby mama drama.
And I'm trying to look for something simple.
I'm not trying to ask some other
probably not-so-happy woman into the mix.
- No, please, no. - Another woman can be fun!
Oh, but that just brings me back to Mikey's houseboat.
Fuck, I wish he hadn't changed his number.
Oh, shit! Oh, I must have left it.
What, pride, dignity, your virginity?
My necklace!
Damn, I must have ran out of there so fast
I left it by the bed.
Or in the shower, Underneath the kitchen table?
Yes, around the world, honey, that's how I like to travel.
Ugh, my grandmother gave me that!
Now I'm gonna have to see him in order to get it back.
It's a sign.
You about to be an evil stepmom.
- Bitch, I'ma slap you. - No, I should slap Get Out.
Look at this fucking check!
How the hell you gon' tax somebody
making this little bit of money?
Is this how Black Republicans happen?
Have I been too hard on Stacey Dash?
No, her and Ben Carson are forever canceled.
Shit, now I gotta ride out that nanny gig long-term.
[Jamaican accent] Mm-mm, my girl,
yu never know it, so yu a gwine bi a madda.
Wow, Quinn, that is so offensive.
I only do it when it's necessary.
Mi can't believe city girl
actually take yu for Jamaican.
[affecting accent] Oh, she take mi. She pay mi.
And I take care of her daughter.
- No, that was horrible. - "Doughta"?
- "Daughta." "Doughta"? - No, mm-mm.
- Mm-mm. - "Daughta"?
It's a horrible ting you're doing.
Help me!
Yes, thank you. No, I totally forgot.
I'm sorry, you know what? I had the worst morning.
And you're right,
even more of a reason to keep my therapy appointment.
And I will not miss it again, I promise.
Okay, I'll see you next week. Thank you.
- Camille. - Oh, my gosh, Regina, hi!
I haven't seen you here in forever.
I know! Um, you know,
our...our shopping schedules probably just got out of sync.
Or you intentionally stopped coming on Saturdays,
and you won't return my texts.
You know, work has been, like, crazy.
Camille.
Okay, shouldn't there be some type of rule
against mothers talking to sons' exes,
especially when said son is engaged?
I'm a grown-ass woman. I talk to who I want.
And I've wanted to talk to you.
Ian told me he saw you.
Yep, he did see me, and I saw him, too.
I mean, obviously, we saw each other.
But point being is that we should get together soon.
And we should have lunch or something and catch up.
Well, it's gotta be very soon.
I retired, and I'm finally moving south.
[Camille] Congratulations.
But you can't leave.
You are New York.
Let's be real, New York ain't New York anymore.
Come to my retirement party, tomorrow, 6:00 p.m., my house.
I will try.
We all know "try" is New York for "no."
- No. [Regina] Please?
It won't feel right leaving Harlem without you there.
- Won't it be weird with Ian? - No, not at all.
Ian can't even make it. So I'll see you there?
Well, I just...you know, I don't...
I'll see you there.
Well, Regina says that Ian has other plans.
But even if Ian's not gonna be there,
aren't exes' families off-limits?
I don't even like meeting a dude's family
when we're together, especially dads.
I may have fucked one or three of them before.
- While you're still together? - You fuck anything.
[Quinn] Okay, ex-families are definitely off-limits.
I remember in the sixth grade, I dated a boy.
His parents owned Hyatt Hotels.
And now, I will never stay at one just
to avoid the remote possibility of ever seeing them.
That's a bit extreme, Quinn. There's like 5,000 Hyatts.
Actually, there's 843,
and they'll never get Quinn's money.
Well, that's why they're
called the Hyatt, not the Angie.
Oh!
Okay, fuck y'all. I'm making my own money now.
[Tye] Mm-hmm.
Yeah, but I should go to Regina's, right?
- No, you shouldn't. - Of course you should.
[Camille] Right? - Yes.
I mean, Regina's been like a second mom to me.
More like a first mom to me, if you count my shit show.
Are you sure you wanna go back to Ian Ground Zero?
Okay, that is dramatic, but no, I don't.
But I do feel like I owe it to Regina to at least go
and say a proper goodbye.
I mean, I have been kind of a douche
to her ever since the breakup.
Oh, Quinn's a slut. Camille's a douche.
Why is everyone stealing my brand?
I will go with you, Camille, if you need support.
I appreciate that.
Especially if you come with me
to go get my necklace back from Shawn.
- Of course. - Well, I can't go.
Tye and I are doing Minton's. Plus, I kind of don't wanna.
It sounds messy.
For the record, it just sounds to me
like you're dipping your toe back into Ian drama.
No, this is not about Ian. Don't read into it.
And you watch too much Bravo.
Ooh, speaking of, are we getting together on Friday
to watch the finale of Weather Wives: Tampa ?
Of course. You know it's hurricane season.
[Tye] Yes, it's hurricane season!
We're hosting, we're hosting.
- Uh-huh. - "We" are?
Oh, okay, you are. Camille hosted last week.
- I did. - Oh, I guess I forgot.
Ugh, it's just my brain. It's fried with work.
The store's going from bad to worse.
Real talk, Quinn, you should really try to get an investor.
You need somebody who can put money into building
the brand that's not interested in making a quick buck.
You need a wealthy white.
Yes, I love me a wealthy white.
They will bail you out of jail, anytime day or night,
no questions asked.
I always forget you're from Staten Island.
Girl, try as I might, I can't forget.
You know what?
I think an investor would really help me spread my wings.
Do you think maybe you can introduce me
to a few of your contacts, Tye?
I'll get back to you.
Do you think Tye is really gonna get back to me?
- Of course, why wouldn't she? - [phone dings]
Oh, gosh.
This is Jameson texting again. Nope.
No, didn't you say you had a good time?
Are you really gonna cut him off
just because of a little dick-ception?
Uh, there ain't nothing little about that dick,
but what's the "ception" part?
Dick-ception, a harmless untruth
that a guy tells just in order to give you some.
Angie's been teaching me all the words, okay?
It's like a reverse My Fair Lady.
But, for real, the fact that he put all of that work in
just to show you a good time...
Come on, that's kind of romantic, Cam.
Plus, on paper, he's the perfect guy for you.
Well, this isn't paper. And what about your stripper?
When are we gonna get your necklace back?
We don't.
I brilliantly gave Shawn this address
and then told him to text me when he was outside.
And then I was hoping maybe you might go and get it for me.
Won't that be awkward?
Oh.
Speaking of awkward, you are here.
Yeah, at my mom's. What are the odds?
- Hey, Quinn. - Hi.
All right, well, someone must've invited y'all.
Okay, should we leave or go in?
[both] We should leave. [Camille] Okay.
No, no, no, we should go in. We should go in.
We should go in, girl. Just go in.
No, no, no, no, we should leave.
We should leave. Go, go, go.
No, no, no, go in?
Damn, I already gave Shawn the address.
Go in. Damn it.
I cannot believe that we are that annoying,
happy couple that I hate.
But I kind of love it.
- Mmm. - Mm-hmm.
Fuck, that's good.
So how was work today?
More importantly, my cover story?
- Not a cover story. - Mm-hmm.
But I think you'll be very, very happy.
When can I read it?
When it hits the stands.
So, honey,
you can't slip me an advanced copy?
No, I will slip you no such thing.
What if I do that thing that you like?
Mm. Slip for a slip, huh?
That is tempting.
Let me get the check before you change your mind.
Check, please. Thank you.
Hey, thanks for dinner.
[Tye] Really? - Mm-hmm.
Um...can we rain check Minton's?
I'm just really fried.
Do you just want to go back to your place?
'Cause you mentioned some quid pro quo.
Um, another time. I'm just tired.
Okay, yeah. Are you sure everything is...
- A hundred. - Okay.
- Good night. - Good night.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
- There she is. [Camille] Hi.
Are you ladies having a good time?
Yes, yes. Gosh, I-I missed this house.
Camille, you look wonderful, like no time has passed at all.
Are they experimenting
on Black folks up there at Columbia?
Well, if they were,
it wouldn't be for us to look young.
I am so glad you came.
You know, you were always like a daughter to me.
Thank you, but, you know, I was surprised to see the guy
who's kind of like a son to you.
Ian is here.
Oh, yeah, well, his plans changed.
- I hope that's okay. [Camille] Oh no, totally.
I mean, it's more than okay. It's actually awesome.
I mean, it's like the most perfect thing.
Ian's here in the house 'cause, you know, he grew up here...
- Camille. - Oh, there's Dwana.
Dwana, girl, you better give me those shoes.
There she is. Ian's fiancée, Mira.
[Quinn] Oh, I mean, she's cool
if you're into that thin model type, I guess.
Right.
But see, she looks so out of place here.
Look, she looks like she don't fit.
Just a little bit less. Thank you.
Yeah, I do kind of feel bad for her.
Yeah, me too.
But look, it cannot be easy watching your fiancé's ex
just getting loved on by his whole family.
Regina ain't slick, okay?
Oh, please, come on. His plans change?
Okay, like Ian was ever gonna miss his mom's party.
She knew he was gonna be here.
You think so?
Of course. This is totally a setup.
Yeah, but why?
Because she's probably hoping
that you and him will still get back together.
No, I mean, he's clearly moved on.
Camille, of course she is.
Come on, she just said it herself.
You're almost like a daughter to her still.
- Maybe you're right. [Quinn] I'm definitely right.
Look, you're still on the wall, for crying out loud.
[Camille] Aww.
Ian and I did always dream about moving in here
after we got married, had some kids, maybe a dog.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh, calm down, I always indulge your romantic side.
No, Shawn. He's inside.
Ooh!
What are you doing here? You were supposed to text.
I did, four times. No response.
Oh, okay, well, fair enough.
Well, if you'll just give me my necklace,
then you can be on your way.
Quinn, who is this handsome slab
of a man you brought to my house?
Hi, I'm Shawn. I love your home.
Well, thank you.
- I was just leaving, so... - Like hell you are.
Nobody leaves my house hungry, right?
- Right. - You like ribs?
Come on, baby, I'm gonna get you...
I love this woman!
Yeah, she's great.
[singer] ♪ Where I go, he go... ♪
[softly] Kill me.
[singer] ♪ Riding dirty or riding clean ♪
♪ He got that loyalty ♪
♪ Where you're supposed...
- Yo, yo, yo. - Hey, girl, this hair.
I know. Still getting used to it,
but...you know.
- Uh-oh. - What?
You wear your Retro 4s when you've been getting some,
but you wear your Retro 9s when you're into someone.
And I haven't seen those since Melissa.
- You don't know my life. - Uh-huh, so where is she?
Yeah, I changed my mind.
Girl, you tear through pussy faster
than I would if I liked it.
So what was wrong with this one?
Nothing, she's funny, mad smart.
Okay, so what's the problem?
She's...
she's white.
Ooh, twist!
- You think I'm a sellout? - Mm.
- I didn't say that. [Tye] You do.
But listen, I'm not like these other Black people
that get a little bit of success
and then start dating white people.
It just happened, and I like her.
I thought I could handle it,
but the way people looked at us,
and what kind of message am I sending to the world?
"Hi, I'm Tye,
"and I created an app so that queer people of color
"can meet and fall in love.
"But here's my white wife and our mixed kids,
and my little baby Labradoodle."
Tye, pump the brakes!
You think I should break up with her?
You do.
You think I should break up with her.
You're bugging.
It does not matter what I think or what anyone else thinks.
Bullshit. You know how we go in
on Black men who have white girlfriends.
But those are the guys who say they date white women
because Black women are too loud,
too aggressive, and too difficult.
That is not you.
I don't think I can handle the pressure, Ang.
At the end of the day, love is love.
But a relationship is a choice.
I don't have to choose Anna.
It sounds like you already know
what you wanna do.
Well, hold on, where's Trina?
Oh, Trina gone. I burnt her.
- You burned her? - RIP to Trina.
Girl, that is human hair!
Listen, I'll order you a new one, a new Trina.
Ooh.
And maybe even a Debbie, bitch.
Oh, hold on, 'cause Debbie sound like she blonde.
She sound like she blow in the wind, bitch.
So, I mean, what?
You're gonna stay all night or...
It's the last plate, I swear.
You said that three plates ago.
And, please, be careful.
You're never gonna get that sauce out of this dress suede.
Thank you. What are you, a dry cleaner?
I'm a designer. That's why I know fabric.
So you're gorgeous, and you're talented.
Did I just stumble across the perfect woman?
It was less of a stumble and more of a dick drag
across the forehead in front of 100 strangers, but...
- Okay. - A tale as old as time.
[Beyoncé's "Love on Top"]
So where do I buy your stuff?
My store. Well, for now, at least.
Running a boutique is so expensive,
especially after you throw in trying to make everything
with ethical, sustainable fabrics.
And then your rent goes up,
and then all of a sudden, you have to ask your mom for money.
And then your friend isn't helping, even though
she's sleeping on the couch, and then...
I'm sorry. I just said way too much.
Sometimes I have a big mouth.
I love your big mouth.
Ew, but kind of hot.
Aunt Tammy, I thought when I went to Paris,
I was gonna come home,
my family was gonna be proud of me.
You're a world traveler, congratulations.
No one from Harlem has ever been to Paris.
I'm on the verge of a whole new life.
As a chef, financially, socially...
And I'm thrilled for you, darling.
I'm just not clear why you and the white folk
had to push Ray's out to do it.
Aunt Tammy, Ray's went under 'cause people stopped going.
But you sure jumped at the opportunity to snatch it up.
But you know what?
You were always a selfish little kid.
It makes me sad you don't care about history.
Oh, well, come on, Aunt Tammy.
I mean, when was the last time you really went to Ray's?
Why are you here, Camille? I thought you two broke up.
We did.
Mm, so you came because of history.
She gets it, Ian.
Yes, but you have to at least try
to be excited for your nephew.
I mean, he's doing his thing.
And, yes, we will definitely miss Ray's, too.
- It meant a lot to us. - Where we had our first date.
But, for real, I mean, Ray's has fallen off.
Everybody knows it.
[Ian] Yep, he had a C.
You know how hard it is to get a C?
He's 83 years old.
He fell asleep at the fryer one time,
and y'all wanna make a big fuss.
Fuck off, Ian, and it's nice to see you, Camille.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
You see what I gotta deal with?
Yeah.
Thanks for trying at least.
Yep, she was definitely eating you alive.
Uh, your mom said that you weren't going to be here.
So, you know, I wouldn't have come otherwise.
It's fine.
Right.
♪ ♪
Could you pass me a paring knife?
Oh, I know, you ain't gonna act like you don't know
your way around this kitchen.
All the times you've been my sous chef in here.
Give me that knife.
♪ ♪
- Thank you. - It smells amazing.
Taste tester, please test.
♪ ♪
I like, except for I think
that it could take just a little bit more...
- More heat? - There you go.
- You right. - Yeah.
Same page, we was always on the same page.
Not always.
The times you was right, we was on the same page.
♪ ♪
Ian, I know that a lot's been said between us,
and most of it hasn't been great.
But what's happening in Harlem isn't your fault.
And I wanted you to know that I am really proud of you.
You had a dream, and you are making it happen.
I appreciate that.
We're having a tasting party there in a few weeks.
You should come.
And look at you, professor at Columbia, hm?
I'm proud of you, too.
It looks like we both
finally getting everything we wanted, huh?
Yeah, totally.
So I'm gonna go find Quinn 'cause I think
I have to help her steal her necklace back or something.
Well, I've always been a vegan.
And it's not just about the food for me, you know?
I make it a lifestyle.
Even our wedding will have a negative carbon footprint.
Oh, wow!
So, wait, do you have an eco-friendly wedding dress?
Not exactly, Vera Wang.
No, no, listen, you want negative footprint,
it all starts with the dress.
Do you know how much of the rainforest is destroyed
for the silk that's in wedding gowns?
I don't...I've never heard that.
You wouldn't believe it.
You don't want that on your conscience.
I have a friend who has an eco-friendly fashion boutique.
- She's actually here. [Mira] Oh, brilliant.
- I have to meet her. - Here she is.
Hey, Quinn, this is Mira.
- Hi. [Mira] Hi.
Quinn, you wouldn't believe this,
but Mira needs an ethically designed wedding dress.
Good for you, good luck.
Thank you. I was gonna go
with a traditional designer, but here you are.
Now, the budget is small, mid-five figures.
- What? - Mm-hmm.
That's less than what I'm used to getting,
but I'm listening.
[tapping on a glass]
Thank you all for coming out tonight.
It means a lot to see friends and family here.
Harlem has been such a huge part of my life.
And it will be hard for us to leave it,
but our legacy remains as Ian and my new daughter,
Mira, will be taking over the brownstone.
[guests clap and murmur]
My dream of the next generation of Walkers
living here has come true.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
No.
They've moved on.
Everyone's moved on.
Ian and I are history.
- Baby... [Mira] Oh, cheers, Regina.
I never thought in a million years
this is where my life would take me.
But that is the power of love.
- Aww! - No.
When I met this goofy man, I thought he was dreadful.
- Mm-hmm. - All right, Aunt Tammy.
I spent years building an image in my head
of what a husband would be.
And Ian couldn't have been more opposite, just god-awful.
I mean, every deal-breaker on my list.
All right, I think they get it, baby.
My point is, when the right one comes along,
you let go of certain rules and go with love.
[all] To love.
[Camille] Even though I have a strict no lies rule,
after much consideration with the judges,
it has been determined that romantic gestures fall
just outside the technical definition of a lie.
Oh, I love a technicality.
But look, I...I get that I freaked you out.
It's just that real life isn't like the movies
where perfect dates just, boom, magically happen, you know?
They require planning,
and you gave me about 10 minutes' notice.
Well, see, here is no notice at all.
- You want a rematch? - Show me no mercy.
Oh, I don't plan to.
[singer] ♪ That's a boss right there ♪♪
What's up?
I don't...
I don't know if I can do this.
Get rice pudding? I promise you're gonna love it.
Rice pudding is the most underrated of all desserts.
No.
I know this is out of nowhere,
but I can't date you.
- Wait, what? - I'm sorry.
Well, at least you're sorry.
Why?
I don't want to be a successful Black person
dating a white woman.
I created an app for this very thing,
and I will feel like a hypocrite
walking around with a...
Oh, please don't finish that sentence.
I'm in a complicated position.
You understand that, right?
Tye, I don't think anybody is paying attention
to who you're dating.
Trust me, they are,
and that's the difference between the two of us.
You don't ever have to be aware
of who's paying attention to us.
Your friends think dating me is cool and progressive,
but for me, it's a stamp of a sellout.
I'm not an idiot.
And I know that I have blind spots
with certain things,
but if you are making decisions
based on what everyone else says and thinks,
well, you're not a sellout.
You're just a coward.
[smooth music]
♪ ♪
[woman] I know what I know because my man is
the greatest weatherman in the entire...
- Ooh! - Oh, my God.
Your husband couldn't tell the difference
between a category three and a category five.
We should have been in shelters, ho!
Bitch, my husband was only two days on the job,
and he saw Katrina coming before anybody else, okay?
That's an old storm.
You still riding off that 'Trina success?
I bet you he did not warn you
that there was a chance of showers!
Ahh!
- Ooh! - Yes!
Girl, Yolanda get up, boom!
[Camille] That was silly!
You would've got dragged.
Ooh, so good!
Yolanda always up to something.
How do you even meet a meteorologist?
I can't believe that a show
that goes against everything I stand for can be so perfect.
Okay, I have to fess up.
I'm giving Jameson another shot.
[Quinn] Yay. - Be careful, Camille.
I went against my rule about not dating white women,
and that shit imploded in my face.
I just hope she doesn't take it out on me
by screwing with my Forbes article.
Oh, after Trina sacrificed herself!
Girl, fuck that wig!
Well, since we're sharing, Shawn's coming over tonight.
Ooh!
If I see him twice, is it still a one-night stand?
It's a two-night stand.
Girl, you better keep that man around,
especially after he got you that gig
designing Mira's wedding dress.
Oh, look, the show's back on!
- I'm a real woman... [Camille] Wait, what?
Flat earth and all, bitch!
You're working with Mira?
She asked me to design her dress.
Babe, I know how this looks,
but I promise you this is not personal.
It's only business.
Five figures' worth of business.
Angie!
Yeah, she offered me 25 grand.
I was gonna talk to you about it
'cause you know how the store has been doing.
And it was weird. She was there,
and then she said it, and it was really fast.
And what was I supposed to do, say no?
Yes, "no" is exactly what you say to my ex's fiancée.
That's fucked up, Camille.
I mean, you really want me to choose
between my business and our friendship?
Oh, no, no need.
It seems like you already chose.
Yo, Quinn, that's fucked up.
[Quinn and weather wife] Hold up, hold up, hold up, okay?
Because I never even would have needed this check
if you hadn't been so damn stingy with your contacts.
[Tye] Bitch, no. Don't blame your shit on me.
I wasn't being stingy. It's called being smart.
Why would I mix friends and money?
So I can end up having someone living off me
like Angie does you?
Hmm, do not bring me into this.
It is not my fault
that Quinn is being a shady friend to Camille.
What? Oh, my God!
Okay, everything is not always about Camille!
This is not the Camille Show!
Ooh, shots fired!
No, it's not the Camille Show, 'cause Camille is out of here!
[Tye sighs] [Angie] Millie...
- Camille! - Fuck this!
Make all your friends' exes' dresses.
How could you take her side
when you did the same shit to me?
You know what, Quinn? Enjoy your business.
And I can see why you're not a good businessperson,
'cause you can't even be a good friend!
- What? - I'm out!
Well, damn!
Thank you, Angie. Thank you so much.
You knew I wanted to tell Camille
when the time was right!
[Angie] It's hard for me to lie.
I do not lie well.
[weather wives yelling indistinctly]
Can we at least watch the end?
This is the end, thanks.
Y'all bitches are too dramatic!
Oh...
[singer] ♪ ...problems, problems...
Oh, shit, now everybody crying,
and then I don't know why!
[singer] ♪ You're my problem, problem, baby ♪
♪ We all got problems, problems, baby ♪
♪ You're my problem, problem, baby ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm not stuck with you ♪
♪ I just don't wanna give up with you ♪
♪ You rub me the right way ♪
♪ Bring out my edges ♪
♪ Loose cannon, you're a renegade ♪
♪ Make me lay with your pretty face ♪
♪ Dissonance and adrenaline ♪
♪ Leaning on me like the ocean ♪
♪ You make me wanna dance tough ♪
♪ You make me throw my hands up ♪
♪ You make me wanna play ♪
♪ You make me wanna rage ♪
♪ We all got problems, problems, baby ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ You're my problem, problem, baby ♪
♪ Oh, and I like it that way ♪
♪ We all got problems, problems, baby...