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hwp Theres this psychiatrist...
...a lady named Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.
She has a theory
about the black man in America.
She says that because
of the system of racism...
...the black man has been made
to think of himself as a baby...
...a not yet fully formed being
who has not realised his full potential.
To support her claim,
she offers the following:
First...
...what does a black man call his woman?
Momma.
Second, what does a black man
call his closest acquaintances?
His boys.
And finally, what does a black man call
his place of residence?
The crib.
No!
I dont want to lose my baby!
Baby!
Come on, babe.
You all right?
Were going to go straight home.
Jody!
Baby, come on.
Just take it easy, okay? Just get in.
Take it easy, baby.
Baby?
Yvette?
You going to sleep?
Are you hungry?
Ill go to Lucys and get a cheese enchilada
and a strawberry shake.
Thatll make you feel better.
Im fine, Jody.
You dont need Daddy to be here for you?
Im just trying to take care of you.
Seems like you already done that.
Leave me alone, Jody.
Just get out of my face.
Then I guess you dont mind
if I use your car?
Since youre going to sleep.
Whats up, little homie?
Whats going down with you?
Get the hell home.
Peanut?
Why are you screaming? Im home.
Fix me some food.
You gonna give me some love?
Hey, Ms. Herron.
Hows Daddys little girl doing?
Look at you. Sucky-sucky. Come on.
- Hows Daddys little baby?
- Jody, youre parked in my driveway.
Sorry. Ill move it.
You want to park there,
then wash mine before you leave.
I got it. Say, "Daddys got it, Grandma.
"Daddy got it all under control."
Look at my pretty baby.
One thing I know how to do
is make some pretty babies.
Thats my baby. Thats Daddys little girl.
When will you say, "Daddy"?
You want to go to Disneyland?
Thats my baby.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Go on and pull the damage out.
What you doing to the backyard, Momma?
I told you I was starting a garden.
Youve said that for the longest.
I must be getting old. Im doing
the same things I see my momma do.
Im planting collards, mustard greens...
...and all this over here will be my corn.
Tomatoes.
Ill get a nice lace awning at Home Depot...
...so I can sit here, tune your ass out,
and sip my wine while my tomatoes grow.
My cabbage is over there.
My beans, onions and sage.
Hows Yvette?
She be all right. Sleeping.
I cant give you money
every time you get a girl pregnant.
I know, Momma.
This is Melvin.
Hes helping me with my new garden.
He owns a landscaping business.
Maybe you can work for him
and make some money.
Momma told me you got a problem
finding a job.
I know how that is.
I had that problem, too,
before I got my own business.
Ill take these back to the truck.
Im gonna see you later?
I hope so.
So, you got a new boyfriend now?
Momma got to have a life, too.
Im trying to get this money.
Thats all Im about. I desire sleep.
- Hey, homie. Want some weed?
- No, man. Im cool.
I aint gonna make no money here.
Theres too many weed mans.
Lets go holler at these hos.
Hows Moms doing?
Shes cool.
I think she got a new boyfriend.
Some old thug-ass nigga.
I know shell want to kick me out.
Hell want to lay up in the house,
move my ass out to get at my momma.
Next thing you know,
hell be goin upside her head.
Aint that the way it go?
Why are you still with him?
Youre always at the clinic.
It aint Jodys fault. It take two.
I shouldnt have stopped taking my pills.
There you go blaming yourself again.
How many times do you call on the phone
about his ass?
Cut him loose.
I dont care if you got a baby together.
Look, Jody dont put his hands on me,
no matter how mad he get.
He aint crazy.
Bitch, please. How long you been
with Chris? Three years?
How many times has that nigga
gone upside your head?
Oh, hows your eye feel?
Its all right.
Shit. At least we living together.
Jody just want to play with your life
and string you along.
Hes probably with his other baby momma
when he aint with you.
Please, believe. He dont love that ho.
But he love you, though.
You need to check him.
Whats he say
about getting a place together?
Jody wants to live with his momma,
not with me.
Jody, my Jody.
Hes a mommas boy.
He aint never gonna leave his momma.
Then let him fuck his momma.
Have her ass up at the clinic. Shit!
I love you, Jody.
I love you, too.
I want you to have my baby.
I want to have your baby.
I want to have your baby.
I love you, Jody.
I love you, boy.
I love you, too.
I love you, Jody, but you scare me.
You scare me.
No, thats my baby.
Oh, my baby.
Dont cry, Momma.
Give him back!
God, please, give him back!
Jody!
Can I have my car so I can get to work?
Your car?
My car!
Go on with all that, girl. Im here asleep.
Its Monday. I cant be late.
Monday? Whats that supposed to mean?
Get up!
Please be on time.
Im always on time, Yvette.
Dont have me waiting.
Give me some sugar.
- Love you.
- I love you, too.
You going to have a good day?
Be good. Listen to Daddy. I love you.
Love you, too, Mommy.
Thumbs up. My man.
You be good, too.
- Im always good, baby.
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