sense to me. You got that?
- Got it.
- Good.
Now, you made, what,
$ a year at your last job?
- Ill pay you $ .
- I guess Ill be working twice as hard.
Youll be working four times as hard.
I just got you at half price.
- Welcome aboard.
- Thank you.
Youre my voice now.
Make them understand that.
Some of those folks still call me Junior.
You tell them its "Mr. Hughes" now.
You bet.
So when do we go
That really stuck with me, and when I was eight I told her I had a feeling I was supposed to return the favour.
She was so happy, she cried.
My dad just wanted to know if working for God came with dental.
Now, Jakes sense of a calling might not have gelled as early as mine.
Religion was really more of a hobby for him at first.
Got it. Got it. Need it. Need it.
Got it. Got it. Need it. Got it.
Jak
sensible to this affliction as...
- Helen!
My buttons.
Eyes.
She wants the doll to have eyes.
My goodness me. Im not decent.
She doesnt know better, Aunt Ev.
Ill sew em on again.
Its worth a couple of buttons, Kate. Look.
This child has more sense
than all these men Kellers,
if theres ever a way
to reach that mind of hers.
- Helen!
- (baby cries)
Helen! Youre not to do such things.
How can I make
sense of its own history:
VOICE (O.S.)
Everybody wants to get on the Van Gogh boat. Theres no trip so horrible that someone wont take it. The idea of the unrecognized genius slaving away in a garret is a deliciously foolish one. We must credit the life of Vincent Van Gogh for really sending this myth into orbit. How many pictures did he sell? One? He couldnt give them away. We are so ashamed of h
joint.
This is, whats your name, darling?
- Sarah.
- Sarah, Sarah Kline, right?
Sarah Kline, this is Tony.
This is... whats your name?
Heather, Heather Weintraub, right?
I met them in the Village.
Bohemian.
Yeah, over at the Cafe Bizarre.
- What do ya want to drink, huh?
- Tequila.
- You got tequila?
- No.
Never mind. Listen...
Ill order somethin
thats good for the both of ya.
Go on, give yoursel
sense.
Aint got no money,
rob somebody with money.
Black folks are just as crazy
as white folks.
Mike Tyson...
hes like three crazy people.
Prince?
Hold on, hold on now.
He half Cherokee or something.
Dont put him in with us.
DVDs, CDs. Ike Turners
greatest hits with Tina on the cover.
Got something
you aint gonna believe...
R. Kelly on tape
with grown women.
I got Grarhdmas Gorhe Wid.
You ever s
sense of isolation. The dying sun
shoots its last rays through the trees behind the market.
??
The market has a battered second-story: the living quarters
of the people running it. A truck roars by. Then silence,
and then again the sound of the radio news report:
RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
...Judging from the sheer
brutality of the murders, police
theorize that they must have been
committed by at le
sense of humor.
You gotta quit.
Im not the one that cant deal with reality.
Reality is very disappointing.
I really do care about you.
But I think if we sleep together tonight,
wed only confuse things.
I think you should see a professional.
Professional? You mean a hooker?
No, a psychiatrist.
I cant afford a psychiatrist.
Then call one of those shrinks on the radio.
Theyre only good for little pr
sensed there was a world beyond
what I knew...
... when I had lunch at
Butch Johnson s house.
Something wrong, Ben?
No. This is fine.
I just never had raw bread before.
We aIways cook it.
You know, toast it.
I can do that.
Theres too much white here.
The miIks white, the breads white.
Its aII white stuff.
What do you normaIIy have?
Not this.
What was on the bread?
Luncheon meat.
Ive never heard o
joint in your hand
and some Viagra?
God made this.
He made the birds and the bees
and the flowers and these trees.
Joe, youre just like your sister.
Both of yall are going to hell.
- What?
- Uncle Joe.
- You want some?
- Joe...
- No. I need you to focus, Uncle Joe.
- Focus on what?
Why were you running from
the police? Madea? What happened?
Mabel always running
from the police, Cora.
Youre mama b