Tammy2014

Tammy Banks:
[walks into her house] God. Hey, Greg. I'm home. Think your ringer's off. I've been calling you. That a**hole Keith fired me. Can you believe that sh*t? Like, who would wanna work there? [sees Greg and Missi Jenkins having a meal at the dining room table] What's going on here?

Greg Banks:
Hey, Tammy. Wow, you're home so early.

Missi Jenkins:
[to Tammy] I'm sorry you got fired.

Tammy Banks:
Shut up, Missi. Why are you in my house making my husband dinner?

Greg Banks:
Uh, actually, I made her dinner.

Tammy Banks:
[to Missi Jenkins] You're gonna get your ass kicked. [advances towards Missi] You hungry?

Greg Banks:
Tammy.

Tammy Banks:
YOU WANNA EAT MY FIST FOR DIN...? [Missi slaps Tammy in the tongue, causing Tammy to fall to the floor and drag the third dining room table chair down with her] Ow! Sh*t!

Missi Jenkins:
I am so sorry, Tammy. You startled me.

Tammy Banks:
[gets up] Keep your dirt fingers out of my mouth. You scratched my tongue. [to Greg] I'm leaving you, Greg. I'm taking the household money and getting out of here. [walks into the kitchen and climbs up the silverware drawer to the top of the counter] God! Nice, Greg. You have to cheat with the neighbor? [to Missi] You can forget about me feeding your stupid cats, Missi. [to Greg] I'm divorcing you, [to Missi] and I'm using you, b*tch.

Missi Jenkins:
For what?

Tammy Banks:
You... For being an a**hole. That's what I'm saying you for.