(phone rings)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up
Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, you donæ° be picking up the phone when Iæ¦ around lately
when Iæ¦ around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your
head and all that- donæ° forget where the f*ck you came from.
Eve: Yeah, nigga and not from you, relax.
Boyfriend: You know what?
Eve: (sighs)What?
Boyfriend: e gonna have to talk about this later?
Eve: (Whispers) He on his period, yo. ( Huh, nah, Iæ¦a hit you back, Iæ¦a hit you
back, Iæ¦a hit you right back. Aight, yeah )
Boyfriend: What you say, what you say, what you say? Who that you talking all
crazy on the phone to- who was that?
Eve: Oh my god! Why is you trippin? Damn we go through this every f*cking night!
Boyfriend: What do you mean æºvery nightyou donæ° pick up the phone sometimes,
you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone?
Eve: Dawg, Iæ¦ a busy woman!
Boyfriend: You æ³ busy ever since you can back from California you all
Hollywood and shit, Diva shit and all that. Every time I gotta go through all
of this with you! You ainæ° been acting like that!
Eve: Nigga is you for real? No thatæ¯ you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why is
you acting like a broad?
Boyfriend: Hold on, hold onåirst of all, watch your mouth.
Eve: What?
Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like Iæ¦ actingnigga give you a
little extra attention, you start acting like a nigga stressing you and all
that too much.
Eve: You know what? Keep your attention, dawg...please! I get enough attention.
Boyfriend: Oh, keep my attention? See all that shit
Eve: Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out!
Boyfriend: Roll out?
Eve: Yeah!
Boyfriend: Well, f*ck itå¢æ¦ rolling then!