[♪ Leslie Odom Jr: "Snow"]
[Odom Jr] ♪ Candles glow ♪
♪ So happy that I can see you again ♪
♪ Wonderful time with my family and friends ♪
♪ Ain't nothin' better than this ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ For all we know ♪
♪ This time may not come around again ♪
♪ And that's why I never want it to end...
[Camille] Winter is here,
and with its arrival comes colder temps,
oversized sweaters, seasonal lattes,
and most importantly, cuffing season--
the term we've coined for that time of year
when humans all over the world find themselves
desiring to be cuffed or tied down to someone else.
New term, but not a new phenomenon.
Throughout history,
physical coldness has been proven
to activate a need
for psychological warmth and security.
The mere look or smell of your partner
will increase levels of oxytocin--
also called the cuddle hormone.
And you're filled with feelings of mild euphoria.
In fact, evolutionarily speaking,
the cuffing months are the most fertile season
with birth rates at their highest
nine months later in August and September.
So, if human beings had a mating season,
well, this would be it. Okay.
I want everyone to listen to the "Sex Hurts"
interview with anthropologist Helen Fisher
and give me a three to five page response by Thursday.
Stay warm.
[low background chatter]
Dr. Parks, Dr. Pruitt wants to see us in her office.
- Us? - Us.
See? She messaged me on Facebook.
Dr. Pruitt has Facebook?
Yeah, we send each other funny cat videos.
Oh, that's cool.
I like cats. Ha.
[Dr. Pruitt] So thank you for coming.
Of course. Oh, and Nora showed me your message.
And I'm also on Facebook in case you wanted to,
you know, be friends or something.
Yeah. So, Nora has put together research
on various forms of pottery
found at the Seneca Village site.
It's dense, so feel free to ask if anything is confusing.
Well, you know, it's not as dense
as my thesis on Seneca village,
so I...I think I'll be okay.
All right. I'd like the two of you
to put together a presentation.
Nora, I'd like you to focus on connections
to the local indigenous techniques.
And Camille, I thought you could talk about
possible connections to West African traditions.
'Cause I'm Native and you're Black.
That's brilliant, Dr. Pruitt.
[light music]
Okay. Yes. Which puts you on the same page, yes?
[Camille] Definitely.
What evil, straight white man
do we have to thank for deciding
that women need to steam their vaginas?
Gwyneth Paltrow.
Goop sells personal v-pods for $1,800 a pop.
Oh, that sounds about white.
- Mm. [Quinn] I don't dunno.
Maybe V steaming was a little too intimate an activity.
Given the fact that the last time we hung out
wasn't exactly pleasant.
Quinn, I've been meaning to apologize.
I'm sorry too.
[both] I love you.
[both giggling]
See? We have to sit in the uncomfortable
to get back to the comfortable.
Plus, I needed to get my vagina ready
for "Big Nigga Season."
Big nigga what?
Girl, it's like you don't live on Earth.
Big Nigga Season is when you find a guy
with a little extra for the winter.
All my go-tos are already taken.
With rehearsals and nannying, my ass is behind
on locking down some big nigga dick.
- Hey, D? - What up, Ange?
Surprised I didn't hear from you this year.
You know, I was out here hustling
and lost track of the seasons,
but I'm ready for you now.
Babe, I'm cold.
Oh, is this your sister?
Cold sister?
Cousin? Taskrabbit?
Nice seeing you. Stay warm out there, Ang.
Yep. Stay warm.
No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You got any big nigga brothers?
You know, I'm not gonna survive the winter
without the extra body warmth!
I usually got a nice rotation going on by now.
[whispering] Thank you, thank you.
Sorry. Sorry.
Thought you said it was just us.
I did as a ploy.
You be too stubborn for your own good sometimes.
Let's cut the middle-school bullshit.
It's been two weeks.
- Camille? - Hmm.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I agreed to design Myra's dress
without talking to you about it first.
I was just so excited about getting a big opportunity
that I just jumped at it.
It just sucks that you hid it from me.
For a day? Sometimes you're not
the easiest to talk to when you're upset.
That's fair. [sighs]
Just felt like Mira snatched my dream life.
And I just...I would hate it if she snatched my friends too.
Absolutely not. Never.
And I love you.
- I love you too. - Oh!
Now titty bump and make up.
Come on, now.
- Mmm. - [giggling]
- I love you. - I love you too.
Quinn, you still got your panties on?
Girl, I don't know what other coochy has been on this thing,
and y'all know I can't be naked in public.
[laughter]
- Stop, I'm serious! [Angie] Oh, my God.
See, girl? I can't stay mad at you.
And Ms. Forbes's interview can't stay mad at Tye.
Girl, I was expecting her to trash your ass.
But she wrote a glowing review.
I owe her a solid for hooking me up with that article.
Is that solid your pussy?
- Quinn! [Tye] Oh, my God!
Have you been practicing saying pussy?
I have. Thanks for noticing.
[Angie] Y'all, hold up.
What the fuck am I doing here with y'all?
Everybody made up. Now I gotta get to rehearsal.
[mellow hip-hop]
Okay, guys.
So we're starting from the top of the "Sunken Place."
Positions, please.
And...
[eerie piano melody]
♪ Scrape clink ♪
♪ Scrape clink, you're sinking ♪
♪ Scrape clink, scrape clink ♪
♪ You're sinking ♪
♪ Something is strange ♪
♪ Something seems shady ♪
♪ Who told your black ass to trust a white lady? ♪
♪ Scrape clink, scrape clink ♪
♪ You're sinking ♪
♪ A tiny cup of tea ♪
♪ As the spoon keeps twirling ♪
♪ Hypnotizing you ♪
♪ Till the room starts swirling ♪
♪ You sink into the couch ♪
♪ You're sinking to the floor ♪
♪ You're trapped ♪
♪ Which is a metaphor ♪
♪ You're in the Sunken Place ♪
♪ You're sinking, you're sinking ♪
♪ The Sunken Place, you're sinking ♪
♪ A single tearful falls down your face ♪
♪ Ooh, clink ♪
♪ You're in the Sunken Place ♪
♪ You're sinking, keep sinking ♪
♪ The Sunken Place, you're sinking ♪
♪ "Twelve Years a Slave" meets outer space ♪
♪ This is a Sunken Place ♪
♪ Is this is a dream ♪
♪ Or are you high ♪
♪ Am just a small Black man in a big black sky ♪
♪ You try to scream but you only choke ♪
♪ You're asleep, but it's time you got hashtag woke ♪
♪ From the Sunken Place ♪
♪ No one hears you shout ♪
♪ The Sunken Place ♪
♪ It tells you can't get out ♪
♪ Another brother gone, without a trace ♪
♪ Without a trace ♪
♪ Into the Sunken Place ♪
♪ You're sinking, you're sinking ♪
♪ Scrape, clink ♪
[loud clapping]
[director] Yes. Beautiful. That's lunch.
[Eric] What do you mean we're not going to lunch?
- Why? [Trent] I love your abs.
But, Eric, you're built like a summer situation.
I need thick thighs to keep me warm.
So you were always gonna dump me?
[Trent] I'll text you in May. - [Eric scoffs]
She better hope I have the same number.
- And you brought the man? - I had fun.
Oh, I'm sorry. That was brutal.
I should have seen it coming.
Yeah, a little. But if it helps,
I slipped on Big Nigga Season too.
Wasn't it just "Hot Girl Summer"?
And then Breast Cancer Awareness Month,
and I was wearing all that pink.
Look, I gotta pick up this kid I nanny
and take her home,
but then I'm in search of a big nigga myself
if you wanted to join the mission.
Well, we just broke up one minute ago,
which is more than enough time to move on
and my find my own bear to hibernate with.
- Let's go then. - Okay. Let's go find them.
[Eric] Lions and tigers and bears, oh, my!
Come on. Ha.
[mellow R&B]
♪ ♪
Hey.
Hey, Anna.
- Thank you for coming. - What's up?
Must be important for you to want to meet me in public.
Okay. That's fair.
I just wanted to tell you that I read the article.
Well, I'd hope so. And?
And I didn't expect it to be so... good.
I can't tell if that's an insult or...
- It's a compliment. - Okay.
Well...
I like a compliment.
So...
So, we good, right?
I mean, I just don't like the way we left things.
We? You told me that you liked me
and then five seconds later,
you broke up with me in the middle of the street.
And you called me a coward.
That's only because we were acting like a coward.
Clearly, you can't accept an apology.
Where was the apology?
Me calling you was the apology.
- [scoffs] - But look,
I missed hanging out with you.
I still want us to be cool.
Are you kidding me? [laughs]
You know what? Fuck you.
I read this right on that first night
when I left without giving you my number.
So why don't we go back to that?
Delete me and I'll delete you. Cool?
- [door closes] - Hi-hi.
Mom.
You remember Isabella?
Of course. How could I forget my mentor?
- Hi, Quinn. - She needs your help.
Impossible. She's going to be president.
True, but I do need your help.
As much as I like to believe we're past women in politics
having to worry about their fashion choices,
the internet says otherwise.
Some troll said she looks like
Ross Dress for Less shit on old Navy.
Oh, the internet is brutal.
So today is make-over day.
- Only if you have time. - Oh, I assured her
that I am your only paying customer,
so you will have time.
Actually, that's not true.
I am currently designing a...
I know, I know, you're so busy.
I have to fight through the crowd to get in here.
Listen, put together some pieces,
make her look good, but not trashy.
She's working-class, so poor, but not sad.
You're in good hands, Isabella.
Okay. I'm off to the Botox doc.
I hate when my disappointment is visible.
[Camille] Mom, please.
I could literally bounce a quarter off your forehead.
If only you had a quarter to bounce.
Ciao!
Ciao.
She is something.
Yeah, better word than I would have chosen.
Let's try on clothes.
How does it look?
[singers] ♪ Hey, lady...
- I like it! - I feel that,
but you going for president, girl.
- I like it! - No.
I might be the kind of
- new kind of president. - No!
- No? - No.
It's not bad. I mean, it's my design, so...
- All right. - Oh, a design for you!
Look at you... oh!
Pink is the new black, honey.
Ooh, maybe not that pink.
What about this?
[singers] ♪ So fine you can run around...
Aah! Ha ha!
Ah-ah-ah, you look good, good.
This is it right here.
You're about to be president in this, okay?
Okay!
[singer] ♪ Ain't finnin' to brag when I get that dope ♪
I don't think this is the spot.
Big niggas don't need heavy coats; they are heavy coats.
Trust me, last year I met Bingo here.
Bingo?
No thin man named Bingo.
That's what I'm trying to tell you, girl.
We ate pot pies every night!
Oh, I love when they got a little grease in they beard.
Mm-hmm.
[man] You got anything bigger than a 3XL?
Ooh!
Move, girl, move, move!
[woman] Okay... ow!
Hey, zaddy.
Hey, thick.
Uh... hi?
You wanna leave this store with me?
We'll cuddle up in a large blanket
and eat some chicken pot pie
on a hopefully plush couch in your apartment?
Or sip double syrup hot cocoa
and stare into each other's eyes.
Wow. You really do have nice eyes.
Thanks. I was gonna say your boobs are really great.
Top-shelf titties.
So, what's it gonna be? Boobs or eyes?
Neither. I have a boyfriend.
[stamps] That's not fair.
Uhh! How do you expect us to find big niggas
if y'all double-dip like this?
Ain't our fault you waited this late.
It's like buying a Christmas tree on the 24th!
Get your plus-ass fantasies away from me!
Whatever!
Now what?
Ooh! We hit Shake Shack.
Big niggas love to eat, and they always got a combo.
Then Best Buy.
Those security guys at the front are always jumbo plus.
And we wave down every UPS truck we see.
Yes, girl. Come on. Let's go.
Oh, my goodness. If you do not stay still,
you're gonna look like a crime scene.
I'm sorry. I'm ticklish.
So tell me more about this prom tonight.
It's actually another fundraiser.
The theme is '90's hip-hop.
Hmm. Fun...
But somehow I cannot imagine
my mom giving her fundraising spiel
to a '90's hip-hop crowd
without insulting their fashion.
Oh, no, she is not at this one.
This one's hosted by the Urban Education Coalition.
So, open bar, DJ, photo booth.
And rumor is, AOC might even stop by.
Oh, AOC. That is awesome.
Maybe you two could be like a dynamic duo.
AOC and I... what are your initials?
They're not good.
Oh, come on, AOC and...
Isabella Benitez-Santiago.
Okay. So that's...
- I-B-S. - Oh!
No, no, no, no, but this is good.
Cause you're like the shit but the good kind.
No, no. There's no good way to spin that.
And I can say that I made IBS the shit-sation she is today.
Let's not get that trending. You have to come tonight.
It'll be fun.
That way, I can give you credit in person
for how fabulous I look.
- Okay. Deal. - Awesome.
So put on your best prom look
and feel free to bring a prom date.
Are you seeing someone?
Boyfriend, girlfriend?
Um, boyfriend.
I mean, well, a friend with boy parts
that I've touched occasionally.
Oh. Well, Whatever he is, he's welcome.
[mellow jazz]
♪ ♪
This is nice.
[man clears throat]
Yo, you gotta buy the couch,
or you and your girlfriend gotta boo up someplace else.
- Oh, no, I'm not his girl... - I actually wanna
buy the couch if my girlfriend approves.
What do you think, sweetie?
Maybe we should look around a little bit more
before fully committing.
I only want the best for my boo.
Aw, thanks, crumb cake.
Oh...muah!
[kissing sounds]
[laughing]
He hates us.
I hate us.
Promise we will never talk to each other like that.
Oh, I promise, lamb chop.
- Stop. - [chuckling]
Yo, how can a furnished apartment
not come with a couch, you know?
Especially for what I'm paying.
Yeah, well, welcome to New York
where you get a little for a lot.
- Yep. - So, um...
I'm going to this thing tomorrow.
It's kind of like a restaurant soft opening.
Well, it's not kind of, I mean, it's exactly that.
- What about this one? - Mm...
It has cup holders.
And it's leather, which means slippery.
Yeah, that's true.
You can never find the right position on these.
Sorry. Anyway, you were saying something about an opening.
Right, yeah.
So, the restaurant... it's, uh, Ian's restaurant.
- Mm-hmm. - As in, um, my ex, Ian.
But it's gonna be like a really small event.
- Small is intimate. - Yeah.
This one looks perfectly comfortable.
Um, yeah. But really hard to clean.
One bag of hot Cheetos, and it's destroyed.
And then you got to get that special stuff
to get the orange finger stains out,
Been there.
So, yeah, um...
I was thinking I should probably keep the air clear
between Ian and I, so I should make an appearance.
Camille, I'm cool with you going to your ex's thing.
It's all good.
I wasn't asking for permission.
It was just, um...
I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me.
Oh, well, in that case, I would love to meet the man
and let you go and thank him.
[chuckles]
- So what do you think? - It's ugly.
Okay. I'll buy the first one.
- Yeah. - My man.
[Jameson] Wow.
[Camille] Wow, this is... [Jameson] Okay.
[Camille]...a nice place!
- Can I take your coat? - Oh.
I'll take yours too.
This looks...
[Jameson] Wow! - Completely different.
[Jameson] Very nice. Look at this.
You came.
- Yeah, well, we came. - Oh.
So who's your friend?
[Jameson] Uh... - Jameson Royce, I'm honored.
Mira. What brings you here?
- Well, we... - We...we came together.
[Mira] Wow! [Aunt Tammy] Camille's here,
and she brought someone.
Y'all so damn messy.
Oh, wow, Jameson. I am a huge fan.
- You're a real-life superhero. - Oh, stop.
I was just telling you about him.
He's the guy from Twitter.
He started the scholarship program in Oakland.
They've already sent 32 kids to university.
33, as of this afternoon.
- [awkward laugh] - Someone did a deep dive.
I'm somewhat of an activist myself.
- Really? - Yes. I recently bought
a metal straw.
Actually, I wanted to know...
So is it weird or good that our dates are hitting it off?
Definitely both.
- Oh, so he is your date? - Yes.
It's your first date?
- No. - No?
Sustainable black-eyed pea foam.
I'm sorry. Did you say foam?
We're also offering a red fife heritage wheat,
which was dry-farmed,
meaning its only source of water was rainfall.
You know this ain't nothing but bougie-ass cornbread.
Ha ha. Basically.
[Aunt Tammy] Nephew, I am not disappointed.
As bad as I thought it was gonna be, it's so much worse.
See, I should taken a cue from your parents
and not even bothered to show up.
Yeah, well, they actually got caught up down in Florida.
So they're coming here next week for a private tasting.
Baby, whatever it takes to help you sleep at night.
Now, thanks for dinner,
but I actually have to go eat now, I'm starving.
Camille, always good to see you,
and congrats on the upgrade.
Thank you, Aunt Tammy. Nice to see you.
- Hmm. - We gotta get him the foam.
[Ian] Hmm. [Camille] The foam!
He looks like the foam type.
[singer] ♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ La la la la la ♪
♪ ♪
Yes! Oh, prom.
- Prom, yeah, prom. - We gotta do prom.
[photographer] Say, Cheese! [both] Cheese.
Oh, my God. This is so much fun.
[gasps] Look at how cute we are.
You are definitely a lot cuter than my actual prom date.
Who'd you take?
Shelly Flores.
She's the only person who would go out with me.
- Uh-uh, I do not believe that. - No, look, I was like 4' 6"
until like summer after graduation.
Everybody called me inches.
Whoa!
And then like on prom night like,
your parents are like, "Be careful.
Don't have sex.
- Mm-Hmm. - Well, I didn't listen,
and I had sex for the first time,
and then nine months later-- JJ.
Oh wow. You are a cautionary tale.
Yeah.
So...how are things between you and Shelly now?
You know, started off kind of rocky, but we're cool now.
Her husband's awesome, that's my guy.
So, you know, modern family.
Hey! You made it.
Hi!
Oh, my gosh. This is so much fun.
Guys, Todd, over here.
This is Quinn and...
- Sean. - Sean. Nice to meet you, Sean.
This is Todd, my campaign manager.
I am forever grateful.
Look at her, dressing like a real human.
- Oh, stop it. - No, you have no idea.
When she showed up last week bringing the same pattern
as the wallpaper in an elderly woman's home,
I knew we needed an intervention.
You must know how much we love your mother.
- She's been so generous. - Like a second mom.
We are seeing her tomorrow for another fundraiser.
Mmm, fun.
So do you all work on the campaign?
I do. But the group's kind of all across the board.
Went to Cornell together.
And what about you? What's your deal?
- Uh, my deal? - Yeah, like what do you do?
I'm a dancer.
- For Alvin Ailey. - Oh, nice!
- That's exciting. - Mm-hmm, yeah it is,
if it ever comes up with my mom.
So when's your next show?
- It's... - We will let know.
How did you two meet?
At an NYU alumni event.
And we have been inseparable ever since.
Oh, sweet. Married? Kids?
- I have... - No, no, no, no, no.
It's just a little too early for that, right, babe?
Sure.
Excuse me.
I'll take a drink, babe. Good idea.
Oh, my gosh, men. You mention one word of kids,
and they just take off running.
[laughter]
[Todd] But seriously, she looks amazing.
Looks like we lost our dates again, huh?
Uh...they'll catch up.
Mm-mm. I know that tone.
Somebody needs carbs.
- [chuckles] - Tshhh.
How you been? You seem a little, uh,
- off. - No.
No, it's just...work.
And plus I have to keep blowing off therapy, so...
Oh my gosh, is that shrimp and grits?
Why you skipping therapy?
Can we not? Let's just focus on the food.
All right. I'm calling this one, the Yvonne.
- After my middle name? - No, coincidence.
Here. Taste it.
[ahem]
Mmm...
Bon appetite.
Oh. That's so good.
Mm-Hmm.
[exhales] Hopefully, we give it a chance.
And it doesn't help that you start
a whole damn movement against me.
Well, maybe the backlash will die down
if you do a few things to decolonize this place.
Yeah? Like what?
Well, for starters, you could mix in some black art
from the locals,
some photographs of the neighborhood.
Just some things to give it some history,
- some authenticity. - So basically you hate it.
Well, I like the floors.
All right.
How about you help me make some changes.
Clearly, I don't know much about art.
Uh, I don't know.
Come on, I can throw you some money.
Oh, okay. You throwin', then I'm gonna catch.
Yeah. Money talks.
There you are.
Ah, let me introduce you to the money man.
Louis, let me introduce you to Dr. Camille Parks.
- Nice to meet you. - Beautiful.
Oh, oh, my. Oh, okay.
[Camille and Ian laughing]
Hey.
Just like Josephine.
Baker?
Louie, Dr. Parks has agreed to come on board,
help us make this place
a little more welcoming for the community.
What do you think?
Anything for Josephine.
[Camille] Oh... - All right.
- Watch that fire. - All right.
Shawn, where are you going?
Work. I'm going early.
- What? Why are you... why? - Cut it out.
I know what it's like to go out with someone
who's embarrassed by me.
No, I'm not. It's not...
Just they...
They know my mom.
I didn't expect you to introduce me
as your stripper boyfriend.
But you made up a whole new person.
I don't have a kid, I dance for Alvin Ailey.
I don't even know who that is.
if that's the guy that you want, you need to go get him.
Shawn, no, I didn't mean it like that.
I was just...
Shawn.
Shawn!
[muffled dance music]
♪ ♪
[applause]
So that big nigga hunt was a huge fail.
- Oh, pun intended. - Ha ha.
It's gonna be cold this winter.
All righty, next up, we have Angie and Eric.
- Ooh! - What? Oh.
Oh, shit. Okay, come on, come on, girl.
Straight up. Let's go.
Y'all, come see "Get Out," the musical.
We're in "Get Out," so make sure y'all come see it
[overlapping chatter]
[Angie] Thank you. - And me, Bo.
- Thank you. [Angie] Yes!
All right, y'all, thank y'all for coming out tonight.
It's been great. Enjoy this song,
'cause it's gonna be shut down after this.
- Okay. - Hit it.
In advance, you are welcome.
All right, you start.
♪ The cold wind is blowin' ♪
♪ And the streets are getting dark ♪
♪ I'm writing you a letter ♪
♪ And I don't know where to start ♪
♪ The bells will be ringing ♪
♪ Saint John the Divine ♪
[Eric] ♪ I get a little lonely ♪
♪ Every year around this time ♪
[Angie] ♪ The music plays all night ♪
♪ In Little Italy ♪
[Eric] ♪ The lights will be going up ♪
♪ On old Rockefella's tree ♪
[Angie] ♪ People window shopping on Fifth Avenue ♪
Oh, you're still here. So, no hot date tonight?
I have a ton of financials to get through.
What do you want?
I just got your travel itinerary from Afro Tech.
Put it over there.
[hisses] Ah!
Are you okay?
I'm fine...
ish.
Get me an aspirin. Thank you, thank you.
♪ I've got to know ♪
[Eric] ♪ Where do lonely hearts go ♪
Can we talk?
I'm working.
I know how little you think of it, but still...
♪ All alone on Christmas ♪
♪ ♪
- What are you doing? - I thought it was obvious.
I stopped making out with gay men in college.
Mainly 'cause they asked me to.
Gay? No, I'm Bi.
What?
Look...
I don't think I'm better than you, see?
♪ I'm stripping ♪
Whoo!
- I'm a pro! - Okay, Quinn,
you can get down now. What do you want?
- Honesty. - You were the one
who lied about who I was.
I know. And it was shitty.
I also lied to you about who I was.
The night we met, I was trying to be somebody
who wasn't looking for love
and who was just looking for sex, but that isn't me.
I'm also not someone who's ever gonna
make anyone feel bad about who they are
or what they do.
That's what my mom does to me, and I did it to you.
It's gross, I'm sorry.
Truth is, you're the first person I've met in a long time
that... I can actually breathe around.
I don't wanna lose that.
You been bisexual this whole time?
Longer. Ever since I couldn't decide
between Whitley or Dwayne Wayne on "A Different World."
Wow. So you really do like my titties.
Mm-Hmm.
So, now that you know,
you wanna make a summer situation work
for the winter or what?
We could always buy blankets.
- Mmm, I know that's right. - Mm-Hmm.
Whoa! Hey!
[both] We ain't done yet!
♪ ♪
♪ I wanna know ♪
♪ Where do lonely hearts go ♪
[Eric] ♪ Oh ♪
♪ 'Cause nobody oughta be ♪
[both] ♪ All alone on Christmas ♪
♪ ♪
[Eric] ♪ 'Cause nobody oughta be ♪
[both] ♪ All alone on Christmas ♪♪
Why? Why is he giving her a rose?
He doesn't even like her.
Nobody likes her. Jeez.
That's terrible.
I, um...
had something I wanted to ask you.
Uh-oh.
And look, you can feel free to reject me.
Double Uh-oh.
But when we were looking at couches the other day,
I really did not mind the sound of girlfriend.
I didn't mind it either.
Kinda liked it.
So...
But you're leaving in a few months.
Yeah, but come on. Plans can change.
And they have planes.
Okay. Yes...
boyfriend.
Yes, girlfriend.
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Okay. Okay. Okay!
Angie is the first one here.
Now, tell me, how in the hell did that happen?
Fuck if I know. But a quick PS.
It will be the last time.
Turns out I am not a fan of waiting.
Girl, a solid half of our brunches
have turned into dinners because of yo late ass.
- [laughing] - Aah...
Fuck, my back.
It's my period.
Lucky enough to be a woman. Just the price of admission.
Girl, you need to go to a doctor.
Uh-uh. I'm stronger than that.
Fuck that. I don't have insurance,
and I still get my shit checked out.
Planned Parenthood has a sliding scale,
and I slid right on down to free.
Oh shit, she brought the boo.
Ladies, this is Jameson.
- In the flesh. - Uh-huh.
I told him that I was gonna meet you guys here
and he hadn't met you yet, so... where's Quinn?
Oh, she got stuck in the store.
She texted. She's on her way.
It was great to meet two-thirds of the group.
[Tye] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, player.
Don't get comfortable. You can't just stick it in.
- Mm-mm. - Okay, Tye,
please don't do this.
No one sits until they vetted.
And when Quinn comes,
she's gonna do this all over again.
And she will include an essay question,
so get ready for that.
Okay.
So, what is the vetting process?
For starters, drop your pants.
She's kidding. That was a dumb joke.
Real question. Go-to album.
I'm old-school,
So give me Marvin Gaye's anything.
I fuck with that.
You have your own place, right?
- Of course. - Your finances are in order.
One hundred percent.
You let her be the boss in the bedroom?
Each and every time.
Ooh!
Just kidding. You can sit.
[Jameson] Oh... - Oh, my gosh.
- You all had me worried. - Y'all are a damn mess.
So, I hear this group watches "Weather Wives."
Are you a fan?
Uh, am I a fan? Listen, I was in Tampa for work
and happened to be right behind Fiona
at the restaurant when she told Yolanda,
"Today's forecast is cloudy with a chance of..."
[all] It's raining martinis, bitch!
[laughter]
I hate being late, but I had fun tonight.
I mean, how much do we love Jameson?
I mean, he definitely loosened up by the time you got there.
[chuckling] I liked him.
Fuck! Fucking cramps.
Maybe we should go see the doctor.
No, stop that.
Tye, come on, please.
Everything is fine. I'm fine.
- Ohh... - Tye!
Oh, my God. Tye. Someone, please call 911!
Please!
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