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and frustration of ghetto life.
What does it say in that magazine?
Hey, Thelma, you were right about Daddy.
Come on now, Thelma,
That's right, Mama.
Oh, no.
I'd say if you just relax a little,
It's okay, James. I understand.
and pork chops.
Foxes, my foot!
You been freaked out for years.
Wait a minute, Michael.
That goes for you too, JJ.
Ma, I got some news that'll cheer everybody up.
Might get upset?
Okay, bye-bye.
What y'all trying to make me out to be, some kind of maniac?!
I didn't tell you he had no problem.
and I don't want to hear another damn word about it!
One, because I respect you,
that your father has it.
If your big feet don't waste her,
Don't be embarrassed to talk to me about it, Florida.
No, son, your dad does not have hypertension.
Mama, Daddy has to get a physical checkup right away.
Well, now, James, you have been upset and hollering,
What'd you do, hijack a supermarket, girl?
to go with it.
H-E-L-P.
♪ Mmmm... ♪
Out, out, out.
What are your hours?
and when I was a maid, forgive me,
I'm going to tell you both, I've had about enough of it!
she wouldn't have a thing to worry about.
♪ Good Times ♪
And there's more.
and if you need me, just dial me direct:
What I don't know is how to tell Superman that he can't fly
Okay, Mr. Evans, I've got your lab reports.