“When he needed to go on his hiatus, he tells me, ‘Katt, when I come back, I need you, you my young partner, you’re my brother in comedy. When I come again, simply promise me that my subsequent film it’ll be me and also you. We going to do it collectively. We gon’ do some buddy-cop shit.’ I mentioned, ‘Martin, you got my motherfucking word… Go do what you got to do, when you come back, I’m in your film. Don’t journey, I don’t have to see the script or nothing.’ You know, we get in that workplace and this idiot pulls out Big Momma’s (*20*) 2. I nearly died. And I received to learn this script in entrance of all these good white folks the place this nigga need me to get in a costume with him.”
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