-You ready? -Let's do it.
This is gonna be fun!
♪ ("LET IT BE" BY BEN MCLUSKY AND ADELE ROBERTS PLAYS) ♪
♪ Are you ready? ♪
♪ Here it comes ♪
♪ Are you ready? Are you ready for me? ♪
(CROWD CHEERING)
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
-♪ Are you ready for me? ♪ -(SCREAMING)
Don't be so dramatic, darling.
[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[eerie ambient music]
♪ ♪
[eerie percussion]
[fog hissing]
[dramatic percussive music]
- [grunts, whimpers]
[yelps]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[yelps] - Cierra, what's going on?
- [pants] The fog is coming. - Wait, wait.
- We gotta run. - Wait. Wait! What's the fog?
- Why would I know what the fog is? Huh?
Do I look like a fogologist to you?
- 'Cause you're a Virgo.
You always be knowing some random shit.
- Ashanti, when has a mysterious fog ever been good?
Has there ever in the history of everdom
been a fog that has cleared up your acne,
picked you up from the airport,
or texted you when your man was in the club?
Huh? Huh? No! - [stammers]
- Let's go! Come on!
- Uh-uh.
Don't act like I'm the one
out here asking dumb questions, okay?
You see, what your problem is,
you're not a good motivator, okay?
You know I don't respond well to negative reinforcement.
Maybe if you took a more amicable tone,
I might--
[fog hissing]
[both shriek]
[shrieking continues faintly]
[faint choking and coughing]
[airplane signal dings]
- Damn, I'm ashy. Mm.
Girl, you gotta do better.
[plane rattling]
[both sigh happily]
- This is just like that time
you thought Danae's paper cut was a sinkhole.
- Mm.
[dramatic percussion]
[airplane signal dings]
[Megan Thee Stallion's "Hot Girl"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop ♪
♪ Bad bitches with the bag say, "Ah, ya, ya" ♪
♪ If he ain't talking 'bout no money ♪
♪ Tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" ♪
♪ And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Hah, hah, hah" ♪
♪ Hey, don't get mad, ho ♪ - ♪ Get mad ♪
- ♪ Get a bag, ho ♪ - ♪ Get a bag ♪
- ♪ Don't get mad, ho ♪ - ♪ Get mad ♪
- ♪ Get a bag, ho ♪ - ♪ Get a bag ♪
- ♪ Don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho ♪
♪ Don't get mad, ho ♪ - ♪ Get mad ♪
- ♪ Get a bag, ho ♪
♪ All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop ♪
♪ Bad bitches with the bag say, "Ah, ya, ya" ♪
♪ If he ain't talking 'bout no money ♪
♪ Tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" ♪
♪ And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Hah, hah, hah" ♪
♪ Hey, don't get mad, ho ♪ - ♪ Get mad ♪
- ♪ Get a bag, ho ♪ - ♪ Get a bag ♪
- ♪ Don't get mad, ho ♪ - ♪ Get mad ♪
- ♪ Get a bag, ho ♪ - ♪ Get a bag ♪
- ♪ Don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho ♪
♪ Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho ♪
♪ Ah ♪
[birds chirping]
[women laughing]
[upbeat dance music]
- ...you think I'd be jealous?
[all laugh]
- Okay, okay. My turn.
Never have I ever
stolen Wet n Wild makeup from the drugstore.
- Oh, please.
- Robin, why would you say
something you've actually done?
- Strategy.
- Who strategizes Never Have I Ever?
- A winner, bitch!
Ashley, your turn. - Okay.
Um, never have I ever stolen a boyfriend
from my cousin Quinta.
- Oh! - Wait, me "cousin Quinta"?
- [muttering] I told you that in confidence.
- "Strategy." [laughs]
- Sorry, Quinta. It was Dre.
- Dre?
Who cares? He had a Flintstone dick.
It's fine. - Oh.
- Whoa. Whoa.
W-what's-- what's a Flintstone dick?
both: You have to use your feet to make it work.
- Ew. - Gabrielle, you go.
- Okay. Uh, never have I ever...
[clicks tongue] Done a walk of shame.
- You've never done a walk of shame?
- I wasn't ashamed, okay?
Quinta, go. - Okay.
Never have I ever sent love poetry
to Cornel West and gotten a cease and desist in return.
- Man...[clicks tongue] This game is stupid.
[Quinta and Robin cackle]
Let's just watch something on TV.
- We got "Beale Street,"
"Aladdin"... - Aww.
- Black Panther and them other niggas...
[chuckles, gasps]
Ooh, "Baby Boy"! - Oh!
- I haven't seen this in ages.
- No, we canceled that movie. Misogyny.
- I'm not canceling anything with Tyrese in it.
I still fap to that Coca-Cola commercial.
[women laugh]
[unintelligible chatter]
- Breathe, Roy. Just breathe.
- This ain't the opening
of Clementine's Rib Shack and Shoe Repair, Floyd!
This the Aphrodite Theater, jack!
- And we getting paid in real money this time.
[chuckles] A man can only eat so many ribs.
- Speak for yourself, Josephus.
Bring it in, fellas.
- Let's hit it and git it. [chuckles sleazily]
announcer: And now,
put your hands together for Claude and The Boppers
singing their family-friendly hit
that's taken America's sweet tooth by storm,
"Ice-Cream Shop."
- Also, I'm 'bout to flip it and dip it.
[funky soul music playing]
Try to keep up.
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
[crowd clapping rhythmically]
One!
Two!
One, two!
One, two, three, four!
[together] ♪ Holding hands in the ice-cream shop ♪
♪ Oh, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Holding hands in the ice-cream shop ♪
♪ Oh, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Of all the flavors ♪
♪ You're the cream of the crop ♪
- [in baritone] ♪ Yeah ♪
[together] ♪ Holding hands in the ice-cream shop ♪
- ♪ A girl like you should never be alone ♪
♪ Come taste the flavor of my ice-cream cone ♪
Boppers: ♪ Oh, whoa, whoa ♪
- ♪ Your two scoops leave me at a loss ♪
♪ I'll cover them in my chocolate sauce ♪
Boppers: ♪ Ew, ew, ew ♪
- ♪ Chocolate sauce goes on dessert ♪
♪ Not on the Milk Duds under your shirt ♪
Boppers: ♪ Oh, whoa, whoa ♪
- ♪ We're just here to ask you out ♪
[girls screaming]
♪ That's what this song used to be about ♪
- ♪ She'll satisfy any scratch I need itchin' ♪
♪ And once a week ♪
♪ I'll let her out of the kitchen ♪
Boppers: ♪ Wait, wait, wait ♪
- ♪ Every night, she'll make my supper ♪
♪ After the dishes, she'll do me and my brother ♪
Boppers: ♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪
- ♪ If she wants to, that's one option ♪
♪ In the myriad of things she could do-ooh ♪
♪ For instance, my wife is a teacher ♪
♪ I love you, Sheila! This wasn't my idea ♪
♪ ♪
- Girl, you're a stone-cold fox,
capable of...driving a truck
or giving birth to our babies--
uh, or not.
Your uterus is yours
to do with as you will.
- ♪ Fuckin' you in the ice-cream shop ♪
- Holy Jesus.
- ♪ Juggle my balls in the ice-cream shop ♪
- That's it! - Come on, Claude.
- ♪ I'm fucking you ♪
♪ I'm fucking you ♪
♪ And you and you ♪
♪ Not you ♪
♪ Yeah, and you and you ♪
♪ And you-- okay, you ♪
[unintelligible chatter]
[microphone squeals]
- Stop! Stop! - Let's go!
- Uh, uh...
uh, we...
[closing guitar chord]
- See, my job
is not to supply the conspiracy theory.
It's to be patient enough
to let the conspiracy theory supply me.
[pleasant music]
See--see--see, our black family unit is under threat.
Our men are unfocused and unproductive,
doing frivolous things
like getting therapy and smiling.
♪ ♪
Women are supposed to be the keepers of the home,
but today's sisters are trying to exist
outside the role of wife and mother.
But if you're a wife or a mother,
you don't belong outside.
[chuckles] Take your shoes off.
[thoughtful music]
[passionately] See--see, white people will have you believe
that our original sin is our existence,
but their original sin
is putting raisins in food where it doesn't belong.
Jesus only ate his grandma's mac and cheese, and so do I.
♪ ♪
They'll tell you a black man invented the traffic light,
but they won't tell you that he also invented
the colors yellow, red, and green.
But I'll tell you
in my new, self-published book,
"I Hate My Green Eyes and Ham."
[dramatic music]
You have to ignore the empirical evidence
that contradicts your beliefs!
Think about it: "empirical."
"Empire."
Free Jussie.
Free your mind.
Free En Vogue.
[inspiring music]
♪ ♪
[swaggering beats]
- Every morning, I wake up one hour early
to put on my Fenty highlighter before my man wakes up.
[inhales] I'm exhausted,
but I can't let bae see me with my bare face, you know?
- I've never been barefaced in front of a man.
I'm afraid all the athletes I date wouldn't know
what to do with a woman
who takes her cheekbones off every night.
- Consider this.
Hmm?
Do they even appreciate
that you put 'em on in the first place?
Moreover,
is a partner who doesn't appreciate the cheek work
deserving of the cheek twerk?
[women gasp]
- I never thought of that, there.
- That's good. - See, that's...see?
- Sydney, just sleep in.
Your face got this.
The baddest I feel
is when my man worships
at the temple of my natural, flat face.
- I wish I could have a flat face all the time.
- Huh?
- Uh-- - Girl, what?
- Tina, let Mya finish.
Now, what's going on under that lace front of yours?
- [sighs]
Well, sometimes I wish I was
not a bad bitch all the time.
Like, sometimes I wish I was just...
a okay bitch.
[group exclaims] - Oh.
- Girl! - Ooh!
- We don't use that type of language up in here, bitch.
- It's just a lot of pressure!
Like, I wanna wear normal house slippers,
not three-inch-heel house shoes.
- Ay, stop whining.
Listen, being a bad bitch is an honor.
[scoffs] We didn't choose this life.
This life chose us.
- Sometimes I just wanna sit down for five minutes
without wearing a waist trainer!
- Oh, this ho tryna take deep breaths?
- Yes! - Breathe when you die, honey.
Okay? - Bitches, please.
- [exhales]
- Now, Mya, can you tell us
where this incredibly fucked-up feeling is coming from?
- Well, I saw this lady walking down the street
without lashes on.
And she didn't seem burdened
by the pressures of having bald eyes!
- [disapprovingly] Mm.
- She seemed fine being a okay bitch.
- How you know she was a okay bitch?
She could've been a bad bitch with alopecia.
- Ooh, I've seen those.
[women murmur] - That's what it was.
- No. She was an okay bitch.
I could tell by her wedges. - Ah.
Well, there's nothing wrong with being an okay bitch.
women: What? - Oh!
This bitch done lost her mind.
- As long as you're not a basic bitch.
- Okay. She found it.
- Oh.
- I just don't know how I'm supposed to feel safe
in the presence of a aspiring okay bitch.
Her attendance here undermines the whole notion
of the Bad Bitch Support Group.
- I'm not going nowhere. This is a support group.
Y'all supposed to be here to support me,
and I don't feel supported right now.
- What is happening with Subject Four?
[ominous music]
- She seems to have built up
an immunity to the Foxycodone.
- [groans angrily]
Double her dosage.
If women start rejecting impossible beauty standards,
we'll go out of business.
- But, ma'am, i-it isn't safe.
She's already at All-Star Weekend levels.
- [shouts] I said...
[muffled] Double it! [slams fist]
- [gasps]
- What was that?
- What is that?
[tense choral music]
- Oh, my--what? - What's that?
- Is everything okay in there?
[button clicks] - Yes.
Keep going.
♪ ♪
- Must be some kickball bitches next door.
[all laugh]
♪ ♪
- Oh, they must have on flat shoes.
♪ ♪
[upbeat dance music]
- Okay, let me get this straight.
So MJ, R. Kelly, Cosby... [clicks tongue] Canceled.
But I need clarity on the particulars.
Like, yes, Mel Gibson is a racist asshole...
- Mm-hmm. - But I can still
watch "Lethal Weapon" for Danny Glover, right?
- And I fap to Danny Glover too, so...
- It's like a school group project, okay?
If one person fucks up, everyone gets canceled.
- Canceled for how long, though?
What about "Mike Tyson Mysteries"?
If he did the time, the cartoon is fine.
- The cartoon is not fine.
- Okay, what if I'm trying to get into an empty house
but the family forgot to turn off the TV,
so when I get inside,
"Naked Gun" is on
but it's the scene with O.J.?
- Well, the burglary is iffy, but O.J. on TV?
Turn around and walk right out.
- Wait a minute!
Ashley has R. Kelly on her phone.
- [gasps] - No.
- Ooh! - No.
- Oh, "I Believe I Can Fly."
Do you, now, Ashley? [women exclaim]
- Oh! I believe you a lie. - No--
- Delete. - No!
Uh, it was the Jessica Simpson cover.
- You should've just said it was R. Kelly.
- Okay. So we playing like that?
Robin, where's your phone?
- Oh, you think I'm dumb enough
to take your phone and not hide mine?
Ha-ha! - Quinta's dumb enough.
- Hey. - Ooh!
Is this a GIF of John Travolta
looking confused in "Pulp Fiction"?
- Hey. So--who--
- Weinstein produced that movie.
- So? - Delete! [cackles]
- My GIF! Come on.
[phone snaps]
- [gasps]
- [whispering] Ooh, she broke it.
[tense music]
- [scoffs]
Bitch... - Hmm?
- You gon' die. - No, no, no, no, no.
[overlapping chatter] - I'm gonna kill you.
- Quinta. Quinta-- - I'm going to kill her!
- No! - I'm gonna kill you!
[heels clacking]
[dramatic music]
- This is of the utmost importance
to national security.
Are you sure you can handle it?
[device blips]
- Oh. Oh, I-I-I'm not--
I work in IT. I'm not a spy.
- It's me. I'm the agent.
I'm Trinity.
So yeah.
- Trinity is incredible.
Her regular-looking face
makes her nearly invisible in the field,
but around here, she's a real legend.
[door whooshes open]
- Sorry to interrupt.
It's Trinity's birthday. Can you sign her card?
- Uh, I'm sitting right here.
- Oh. Well,
you can sign it too.
Just drop it by my desk when you're done, okay?
Make sure not to tell Trinity.
Shh.
- Just tell me about the mission.
- The syndicate's cover business is a record label
called We Do International Crimes Records, Pew Pew Pew.
- No, it's pronounced... [imitates air horn]
- We'll need you to gain access to the building,
which isn't going to be easy.
Their security is tighter
than Jada Pinkett's mom's abs.
- [inhales sharply] Tight. - Mm.
- Last week, a top-level agent was at a place like that
and just walked right in.
It was Agent...
- Trinity.
- No, that's not it.
- We need you to obtain a hard drive
from Reynaldo Artiste's office.
You may know him
as Larceny-O Hall.
He invented going
"skrrt!" on records.
Oh, he also runs
the international crime ring.
Reynaldo has a private security guard
who's so off the grid,
the CIA has not been able to ascertain anything about him.
We've given him a code name:
Invisible Man.
The only thing we do know:
he's deadly.
[device pings and whirs]
♪ ♪
- He'll never even know I was there.
- [gasps] Oh, I know where I know you from.
You're my son's kindergarten teacher.
- You know me from meeting me a minute ago,
here, at the CIA.
- No.
[determined music]
♪ ♪
[scanner beeps]
♪ ♪
[musical sting]
[music cuts off]
[watch chirps] - I'm in.
♪ ♪
woman: You ain't slick.
I see you, Trinity.
- Invisible Man is a woman?
A black woman?
Do we know each other?
- I've been watching you for a very long time.
Uh-uh!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
[dramatic music]
[lasers humming]
Set off any of the sensors,
and the room will fill with nerve gas.
You'll be dead in 30 seconds.
[cackling maniacally]
[cackling continues]
Good luck, sis.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[funky instrumental version of "Electric Boogie"]
♪ ♪
[echoing whoosh]
[tense music]
[audio feed crackling]
♪ ♪
[keypad beeps]
♪ ♪
[feet pitter-pattering, chair squeaking]
- Ugh, what are you supposed to be,
like, my evil twin or something?
- Don't flatter yourself.
I actually have a face shape
that can carry off this haircut.
- Do you, though?
♪ ♪
- You know I'm gonna have to kill you now, right?
- Not if I kill you first.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- Ouch!
♪ ♪
[grunts] Ow!
Wow. You're good.
- Yeah, I haven't had to fight like this in years.
[both grunt]
- [pants] The last time I fought an assassin,
he saw some chick with a long weave down the block,
and he just...
both: Wandered away. Yeah.
- Wait. Stop fighting.
Do you like working for Reynaldo?
- I mean, we grew up together, and I really care about him.
- Oh, honey.
No matter how good you get at this,
it's not gonna get him to notice you.
- [voice breaking] I know.
- Look, I'm just here for a hard drive, okay?
Give it to me,
Reynaldo goes down for this alone,
and the CIA never has to hear about you.
I'll give you a five-minute head start
to do what you do best:
disappear.
- Top left drawer.
- What?
[musical sting, echoing whoosh]
Damn. She's good.
[musical sting, echoing whoosh]
- We're living in the Matrix.
See--see, truth tellers like myself have got to be fearless.
We have to be brave enough to stand up and say,
"We are all descended from the Asiatic black woman."
Her name was Ermaline.
[thoughtful music]
See, I reject geometry.
It's just the ancient white man's way
of trying to shape our world.
Think about it.
A triangle is just the white body upside down.
It's top-heavy.
[dramatic music]
If a white woman stands accused of a crime,
she definitely did it.
But if a black woman stands accused,
she didn't do that shit.
And another time,
I saw a sister holding a bloody knife,
standing over a dead body, yelling,
"I merked this nigga!"
But as far as I'm concerned, on that day,
not nary a nigga was merked.
I'm Dr. Haddassah Olayinka Ali-Youngman,
pre-PhD,
and this is my masterclass.
♪ ♪
Although I reject the term "master"
because I will never be enslaved
mentally, physically, nor spiritually,
metaphysically, biologically,
specifically, pacifically,
Michael Ealy, Robert Ealey,
none of the Lees...
[dance beats]
- ♪ Bust down, Thotiana, bust down, Thotiana ♪
♪ I wanna see you bust down ♪
- Wow! She's here.
She really had the nerve to show her face
like she didn't break up with me
via the comments section of a Venmo transaction.
- Man... - ♪ Bust down, Thotiana ♪
♪ Bust down, Thotiana ♪
- Oh! She act like she can't see me.
Oh, that's what we doing?
Drea, help me get on this table.
- Oh, my God. Please don't do this.
I got eight exes in this corner alone,
and you don't see me causin' a scene.
- ♪ Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss ♪
- Oh! This is my shit. - ♪ Just do it ♪
♪ Do it ♪
♪ Do it, do it ♪
♪ Do it now, lick it good ♪
♪ Suck this pussy just like you should ♪
♪ Right now, lick it good ♪
- Is she really gonna stand there
like we not about to get back together
12 more times before we break up for good?
- ♪ Lick my pussy ♪ - The audacity. The gall.
- ♪ And my crack ♪ - The temerity.
- ♪ My neck, my back ♪ - You know what?
She gonna do me dirty, I'ma take her to the car wash.
- ♪ My neck, my back ♪ - Oh, is this nigga copying me?
- ♪ Lick my pussy and my crack ♪
- ♪ My neck ♪ - Are you even listening?
I'm in crisis! - Shut up. You're in crisis?
This bitch is biting! - Girl, who cares?
If I wanted to see drama,
I would just watch a Tyler Perry comedy.
- ♪ And my crack ♪
♪ First, you gotta put your neck into it ♪
- Oh, hell nah.
I did not watch "Hotline Bling" 42 times
to be disrespected like this.
- ♪ From the crack, back to the front ♪
♪ Then you suck it all ♪
♪ Till I shake and come, nigga ♪
♪ Make sure I keep bustin' nuts, nigga ♪
[intense music]
♪ ♪
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
[sharp musical sting, silence]
- ♪ Lick this pussy just like you should ♪
♪ Right now, lick it good ♪
♪ Lick this pussy just like you should ♪
♪ My neck ♪
[eerie ambient music]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[music building]
[dramatic percussion]
[electricity buzzing]
♪ ♪
[sharp whoosh, soft rattling]
[dramatic percussion]
- I'm sorry, babe.
- Okay, babe. [giggles]
Let me just get down.
[dance music playing faintly]
[table clangs]
- [chuckles]
[loud bang]
- Rolling the dice?
That's Drea's shit.
[intense music]
Uh. Uh...
♪ ♪
[door squeaks open]
Drea!
Drea! Wake up!
[pants] Girl, wake up!
You not even out to your grams yet.
How I'ma explain you died at a lesbian party?
Girl, wake up. Don't be dead.
[whispering] Come on, Drea.
[dark music]
[sharp musical sting]
[rushing music]
[electricity buzzing]
[sharp whoosh, soft rattling]
[dramatic percussion]
You sure you're okay?
- [scoffs] Man, I'm Gucci.
You think I'm tryna leave the turnup
just 'cause I passed out in the alleyway
under mysterious circumstances?
- No. [both laugh]
- ♪ Percocets ♪ - Oh, this my jam!
- ♪ Molly, Percocets ♪ - Ay!
-♪ Percocets, Molly, Percocets ♪
- Why you dancing like that? - ♪ Rep the set ♪
♪ Gotta rep the set ♪ - Like what?
- Like you not cutting the rug,
like the rug is cutting you.
Quit playing. - ♪ Never chase a bitch ♪
- ♪ Don't chase no bitches ♪ - ♪ Mask on ♪
♪ Fuck it, mask off ♪ - ♪ Mask ♪
- What's wrong with us? - ♪ Fuck it, mask off ♪
♪ Percocets ♪
- Oh. - ♪ Molly, Percocets ♪
both: That bitch literally stole our dance moves!
[air lock swishes, device beeps slowly]
- [grunting]
Ooh! Eh!
Whoo! Ah!
- [speaking alien language]
[speaking alien language]
- ♪ My neck, my back ♪
♪ Lick my pussy and my crack ♪ - [grunts]
- ♪ My neck, my back ♪ - [grunts]
- ♪ Lick my pussy and my crack ♪
♪ My neck, my back ♪
♪ Lick my pussy and my crack ♪
♪ ♪
[engines whoosh]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- "Pulp Fiction." Weinstein produced that movie.
- Oh, my God! Don't--
- Delete. - My GIF!
[phone snaps]
- [gasps]
- [whispering] Ooh, she broke it.
- [scoffs]
Bitch... - Hmm?
- You gon' die. - No, no, no, no, no.
[overlapping chatter] - I'm gonna kill you.
- Quinta. Quinta-- - I'm going to kill her!
- No! - I'm gonna kill you!
Ooh! - When I get free of Gabrielle,
you are mad dead.
- Girl, calm down. It's just a phone!
- Yeah, it's not the end of the world.
[grunts]
- [scoffs] - [sighs]
[tense music]
- Oh, right.
It is.
[rushing music]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
My bad.
That's on me.
- If you dine on swine,
you'll live to only be nine.
Everybody knows it.
[laughs]
- ♪ If he don't see that cheek work ♪
♪ He can't get the cheek twerk ♪
- Ah! [clapping] - ♪ If he don't see ♪
♪ That cheek work ♪ - Go, best friend!
Go, best friend! Ay! - ♪ Ow, ow, ow ♪
- I know fish is delicious,
but so is family.
Said the Donner Party.
[laughs] What?
Now I'm making cannibal jokes? I don't know.
- You may know him as
Larceny-o...
[continues syllable]
Hall!
- This class is not free, but I do accept EBT.
No, I have more! Oh, shit.
Well now, here we are. The last four people on Earth.
-Cheers. -Get it!
♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-It's the... Basic Ball! -(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
Category is... running errands!
She has all the receipts.
Do you, Chris, take Rochelle to be your lawfully wedded wife?
-Don't I? -Not quite.
-Do I? -Just say "I do."
I... (SCATS BRIDAL CHORUS)
-Been we good! -Been we ain't.
♪ Diamonds on my P On my wrist and in my chain ♪
-(YELPS) -Knock knock.
Who's there?
No one... 'cause you're dead.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪