Regine: Khadijah can you believe the way that Max is runnin' behind me pickin' up my leftovers? (Khadijah doesn't say nothing) I said can you believe Max runnin' behind me pickin' up my scraps. (Khadijah is still quite) Yes, well, I can't. She is obviously a desperate, desperate, woman. So, what you're sayin' is that what she's doin' is okay, but what I'm doin' is wrong?
Khadijah: I ain't sayin' a damn thing.
Regine: Well, somebody has to talk to her.
Khadijah: You right. Go ahead. I'll go eat my breakfest.
Regine: Oh, come on, Khadijah, she'll listen to you.
Khadijah: I'm not the one with the problem here.
Regine: It's nevere stoppe you any other time.
Synclaire (Comes in the kitchen): Morning. I just had the best night's sleep. No coffee for me, thanks. Don't need it.
Regine: Shut up.