(phone rings)

Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up



Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)



Boyfriend: Pick it up, you don? be picking up the phone when I? around lately

when I? around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your

head and all that- don? forget where the fuck 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, I?a hit you back, I?a hit you

back, I?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 fucking night!



Boyfriend: What do you mean ?very nightyou don? pick up the phone sometimes,

you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone?



Eve: Dawg, I? a busy woman!



Boyfriend: You ? 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 ain? been acting like that!



Eve: Nigga is you for real? No that? you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why is

you acting like a broad?



Boyfriend: Hold on, hold on?irst of all, watch your mouth.



Eve: What?



Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like I? 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!-acapo