Mom, I'm buying a baseball glove
so I can have a catch with Ikrimah!
Hamid, why are you staring at me like that?
No reason. I'm not nervous about anything.
Hey, honey.
Ikrimah and your mom just broke up.
Hamid!
What? What did he say?
Okay, honey, I...
I actually wanted to talk to you about this.
Ikrimah and I broke up.
What? I'm really sorry.
No. Yes.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
Chad, I know he meant a lot to you,
but sometimes, these things just don't work out.
This is impossible. He just slept over.
I saw his bare chest with my own two eyes.
I know, honey.
But people can sleep over, and then change their minds.
Mom, all you have to do is apologize for everything.
Oh, come on, Chad.
[ Grunts ]
I know. It's okay to be sad.
But you will get over this.
Just please -- Just give me one second.
Okay.
[ Screams ]
Chad: "Dear Ikrimah, this is your beloved ex-girlfriend, Naz.
I know you were going out on a limb dating a divorcee,
but what the heck happened to us?
You and my son were two peas in a pod who became best friends.
Please, let's return to that.
Chad's life is depending on it.
No presh.
I'm straight up willing to do whatever it takes
to get you back.
Your former, but also hopefully future, lover, Naz.
If none of this worked,
I have also enclosed $10.
Bye."
♪♪
Stupid letter.
[ School bell rings ]
♪♪
Hey. Can I ask you a quick question?
As long as it's not about black people,
or the black guy your mom is smashing.
Dang it.
Hey, Ikrimah, I thought I'd leave you a voicemail,
catch you up on some stuff.
If you wanted to get in touch with me,
pretty much, I'm free today from 1:15 to 1:55,
and then again from 2:07 to 2:18.
So, yeah, shoot me a text or give me a call.
God, I miss you.
Okay. Bye.
Shit. I forgot to say "It's Chad."