[screaming]
There she is.
- Trina! - What happened?
[screaming]
... my tongue!
Oh my God, it's huge!
[muttering]
Does anybody know how this happened?
The Chinese herb gargle.
Wait, what are you talking about?
She found some website that she was gonna make
this special Chinese herb gargle that's supposed to help you sing better.
Well, she must have had an allergic reaction to it.
[muttering]
I'm gonna kill you!
- Oh, no! - Man, you better run before the girl--
[screaming]
- Rex! - Trina, I'm teaching a class right now.
How dare you call my one woman show a comedy!
I had to follow my conscience!
Trina, out of this classroom.
I know where you live.
No, you don't! We moved last year!
What's your new address?
3707 Cowankings Duplex! We're on top!
Got it!
Ah! Perez! Ooh!
Oh, my God, you're Perez Hilton!
You took my camera.
No. No, I didn't.
Yes, you did. It's in your hand.
I'll give it back if you write about me.
No, it doesn't work that way. Give me my camera.
- Oh, come on. - Trina!
- You don't understand, - Give me my camera.
this is a big deal to me, this is like something that--
[arguing]
Oh my God, Perez Hilton is on my lap! Perez Hilton is on my lap!
[arguing]
Could you invite me to your parties?
No, stop it!
Hey, quit it! I'm trying to play my video--
[arguing]
- This is a really big deal to me! - No!
[arguing]
She won't stop moaning.
[moaning]
Well, 'bout an hour ago, she--
[moaning]
Trina, why did you get out of bed?
My face hurts!
Just lie down on the couch.
Call Dr. Dodi.
I am talking to Dr. Dodi!
[moaning]
Yeah, her anaesthesia's definitely worn off.
[moaning]
How do I know?
Here, listen.
[moaning]
Hear that?
[moaning]
What? I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you. Do--
[moaning]
Yeah, yeah, I do. Okay, thanks.
Ah!
Ooh, how does she get her feet so white?
Oh!
Well done, Foonyi.
God Mandy, you are an alien!
Ah!
Oh my gosh! How come you never told me?
- Oh! - Oh!
Help! Get me down!
Stop the crane! Hurry!
Well, I guess someone should get this on video.
Help! Help!
Grab the light thingy!
No! Oh!
Oh!
[screaming]
Thank you for making me come to this play.
Ah!
Their poor ranch house.
[screaming]
[gasping]
[groaning]
Please tell me it's over.
It's over.
Four!
Five!
- Six! - Chad!
Trina!
Come back, just give me a chance! Just--
- Get off! - One chance!
- No! - Just understand, I'm a really fond girl.
- No, you're not! - You're so good looking!
What are you doing? Stop! Stop!
Ah!
[moaning]
- Where have you been? - Jogging!
On your face?
It's not funny.
You went jogging in ten inch heels?
Yes and I stepped on a rock and I fell down.
Awe.
Two little Canadian boys laughed at me!
Get the Dang door!
Um, Trina, maybe you should pull over
if you're gonna put on lip gloss.
Maybe you should talk less.
That's what my dad always says.
[horn blowing]
Shut up!
[horn blowing]
Yeah, I got a horn too, buddy.
[horn blowing]
The doctor says I ain't never gonna walk again,
not even on crunches. But I'm gonna tell you something.
I scared!
I'm a woman in Chicago who's scared!
- Enjoying my tamales. - Stop it.
And Trina came up and tried to take my tamales!
[muttering]
Lane!
You two were fighting and you yanked Festus
right out of his grub truck! And now he's in the hospital!
I just wanted a tamale.
Well, you went broke his tamale making arm, so now what?
We're sorry.
Yeah, well, until Festus is out of the hospital,
you two are going to work the grub truck.
- Gross! - Trina!
I'm gonna-- Why should I--
[muttering]
Okay.
I want that boy.
- So, I gotta take 'em a free pizza. - Right.
Cheese, cheese, pepperoni, cheese,
meat lover's trio, sausage.
- Open the oven. - K'kay.
You give me anxiety.
Good.
[grunting]
No!
Go on! Get in there!
Be a good girl, get in the microwave!
[grunting]