- Get out of my car.
Let go, don't you touch me.
Get out of my car.
What is wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
- Look at you. - You are awful.
- Yeah. - Do you know that?
News flash.
Why would you do that?
Why would you tell my husband that I came over here?
Why? - Cause you did.
No, I didn't, and you know it.
Oh, OK, OK.
Why are you doing this, Randal?
Get out of my face.
You don't have a conscience, do you?
No, you don't know that by now?
And now that Brad and Marcie are having that baby together,
I definitely don't.
They are not having a baby.
You didn't know she was pregnant?
They are not having a baby together.
It's not his child.
Then who's is it?
Can you just stop this?
Oh, no, no, no--
whose baby is it then?
It's yours.
What?
Go check the damn calendar for yourself, and go harass her.
And leave me the hell alone.
Leave us alone.
Wait, it's my kid?
Did you not just hear what I said?
You messing with me?
I don't ever want to mess with you again.
Ooh--
Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad.
He gone.
Oh, he gone, girl.
He gone.
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