Raising Helen

There's my phone ringing in my phat crib.
I'm calling to remind you
to come over for Mother's Day.

Jenny, do you think that's still such a good
idea? I mean, I don't know if the kids are...

It'll be fine.
And we're still gonna do the letter thing?

Sure. I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours.

- What's that noise?
- Audrey has company.

On a school night?
You better make them leave.

- What do I say?
- You say, "Go home."

- OK, but what if they ask why?
- You say, "Because I said so."

Hi. Can we turn the music down?
Hey, guys.
Let's turn the music down a little bit.

Please. Thank you.
This "crib" is closing.
And I think it's time for all y'all to go.
Because I said so.
I'll tell you what,
we'll be gone before you know it.

- Bianca.
- All right.

Jenny, I don't know
if they're quite ready to go home just yet.

Helen, get Nilma, now.
OK. I'm ready.
Helen said wrap it up.
You get out of here, you ugly little...

Bimbo girl.
What do you think this is?
And you, falling asleep. You get out.

Party's over. Elevator leaving.
Hey, you. This is not a slumber party.

Get out. Get out, you.
Get out, snoop doggies.

- You, get out of here.
- No.

- I said, "Get out."
- Chill out, Miss Rambo.

- I'm trying to get my stuff.
- Get out, little hooligan. Get out.

- Yo, BZ, let's get outta here.
- Great party.