Was anything better than the final party planning scene? I love how Sheree says (with a straight face), "I didn't get any messages from either you or a poet!"
My man tried to be so articulate in the beginning, and he worked his way up to gangsta. Not only did he not get the helicopter. He was a helicopter! I loved how he would occasionally look at the camera as if it wouldn't catch all of this.
You really need to rewind it because there are so many fantastic nuggets in this scene. I definitely laughed so hard I cried, and I mean windshield wiper Snoopy tears. OK, a few examples: "Who gon' check me boo?" Or "I eat bitches like you every day." Did he throw "yo mamma is a bitch?!" Did anyone else just die when his coworkers subtly closed the office door as if they had begun speaking just above a whisper.
When she stood up, still in sunglasses, after her Cleveland explanation, her face literally looked distorted. It was fantastic. She went full hood on his ass, and I dropped dead. This was a meeting with a party planner!
Sheree - you can take the girl out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the girl! You are the wiki of trash. Truly.
My mouth is hanging open. The sheer blunt force of the vulgarity has left me stunned. It was like a herd of cattle wearing wigs and lipstick passed through my living room.
Sheree looks like Ray Allen with a wig.
And for the record, NeNe (I didn't know Martin Lawrence was on this show!!)...
This show needs subtitles. I don't think anyone speaks english. Must get out my Detroit Ghetto Translation Guide. Holy shit, what a mess of ugly, gross bimbos. Reminds me why I left Motown. Barf. Shower, please!!!!!!