[SOFT MUSIC PLAYS]
Derrick.
Yeah?
Stop it.
What am I doing?
Move it.
Derrick, will you go to sleep, boy?
Hanna, this is hard.
Derrick.
Oh, really?
You really going to be nasty?
[CHUCKLES] I didn't mean it like that.
I'm just saying it's hard to--
I can't lay this close to you.
You know, I might get turned on.
Might?
You can't control yourself for one night?
[SIGHS] I'm really trying.
Yeah, OK.
What?
Then you go home.
No.
Well, you're going to have to control yourself.
[SCOFFS] [SIGHS] You know what?
What?
You're a tease.
I am not.
Yeah, you are.
Derrick.
Do you come to bed in that every night?
What?
That sexy night gown.
This?
It's just an old night gown.
No.
Look, I saw them old things you had in the bathroom.
You went in my drawers?
I was looking for towels.
Derrick.
You got them old grandma muumuus in there,
then you come in here dressed like that.
I ju--
Derrick.
Just admit it.
OK.
I mean-- Uhm.
I just-- I just wanted to feel pretty.
And you are.
Thank you.
But is that fair?
Hmm?
What?
That you got me laying here, and then you
come in here looking like that.
Come on. (MOCKING) Don't touch me.
Well, you got on a shirt.
Oh, I-- I can take it off.
No.
No, don't do that.
You see?
Yeah.
OK.
So in all fairness, here's what we're going to do.
We're going to put these pillows in between us like this.
[LAUGHTER]
Let me just get to the other one back here.
That is not going to help!
[LAUGHS] What is the matter with you?
I'm trying.
[LAUGHTER]
Mom, I'm not feeling so good.
Ben--
Now, what in the hell?
Hey, Benny.
You see, I already wasn't feeling good.
Now I'm about to be sick.
What's wrong?
Get up, dude.
- Come-- - What?
You OK?
I'll be better once you get your ass out this bed.
- Benjamin. - Come on.
Come on. Move, man.
Get up. - Hey, whoa, whoa, man.
Take it easy.
Come on.
I'm hurt, man.
[GRUNTS] You can go now.
All right.
Derrick, you can--
No, he can't do nothing, all right?
Now, I'm not feeling so good.
I need you to help take care of me.
He's got to go.
He's distracting. - Oh, Lord.
Stop it, Benjamin.
He is.
Go.
I'm going to go home.
Bye.
I'm going to walk you to the door.
Mama, he knows where it is.
Oh, now, what the hell are you wearing?
What? A night gown.
No, no.
You're not supposed to be wearing that.
Why don't you go in there and put on one of them
big ass muumuus you're always wearing?
[LAUGHS] You see?
Busted. - [MUMBLES]
Stop it.
Both of y'all.
Let me go get my clothes.
- I'll meet you. - All right.
And don't come back.
Damn fool.
Mama, don't wear that no more.
You know you're a mess, right, Benjamin?
You heard me?
Don't-- just don't wear that no more.
All right.
You're a big old baby.
Hurry up, Ma!
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
Oh, god.
Look, I'm sorry.
No!
Derrick, I'm sorry.
Look, that knucklehead in there is
just protective of his mother.
Well, you know, he loves you.
I know that too.
[SIGHS] Well, I'll go home.
Thank you.
Thank me?
What?
What did I do?
You tried.
Yeah, I did.
[LAUGHTER]
I guess that little brat in there
is just our way of escape.
Yeah, but he won't always be there.
I know that.
And then it'll be me and you.
You go on home, boy.
[LAUGHS]
Mm.
I think I want to stay.
Bye.
[LAUGHS] Bye.
Bye.