Poppa and Ivy in “Unfinished Business”

Poppa's House, how you got your boy.

Is this the Poppa?

The one and only. Never lonely.

Right. Why do you reduce every conversation you have with a woman to sex?

Oh. It's not me. It's my ding-a-ling.

There you go again. Another reflexively asinine comment.

First of all, my asinine is a 10. And secondly, I thought we wasn't talking about sex honey dip.

It's doctor.

Ooh. Doctor. Like Doctor Doctor. So, if someone's having a heart attack on a plane, you raised your hand.

No. Not that kind of doctor.

They're not really a doctor I mean.

I have a PhD in psychology and I know men like you.

Really? Could you put one of them on the phone, 'cause I'm poorly talking with you.

You're probably sitting there with your goofy baseball cap, talk to the side in your menopause cardigan, thinking that your scruffy beard makes you look cool, but it really just makes you look like a ghetto Poppa smirked.

Ha. You couldn't be more wrong about me.