The Boondocks, Season 2

Granddad:
Hey Tom? Tom? Get down here.

Tom:
(walks into living room) Uh, what's going on guys?

A Pimp Named Slickback:
Uh, Mr. Dubois, My name is A Pimp Named Slickback, and this sir, is an intervention.

Tom:
An intervention?

A Pimp Named Slickback:
Your friends have reason to believe that you are suffering from chronic Bitch Dependency Mr. Dubois. May I call you Tom?

Tom:
(looks around room) Is this some kind of joke?

A Pimp Named Slickback:
Tom, Bitch Dependency is no laughing matter. Addiction to a bitch can fuck with your friends, your health, and scary enough, even you money. It's a disease Tom.

Tom:
Wait, what did you say your name was, again?

A Pimp Named Slickback:
Well thank you for asking, my name is A Pimp Named Slickback.

Tom:
Wait, A Pimp--?

A Pimp Named Slickback:
(interrupting) --Named Slickback, yes. Please say the whole thing, if you would. Yes, that includes the "A Pimp Named" part. Yes, Tom, every time.

Tom:
Look Mr. A Pimp Named Slickback--

A Pimp Named Slickback:
(interrupting again) --No need for the "Mister".

Tom:
I-I don't think I need any help from (scoffs) someone like you.

A Pimp Named Slickback:
And by (scoffs) 'someone like me', you mean a pimp, a bad guy?

Tom:
Now look, I'm not trying to insult you, I just don't approve of what you people do to women.

A Pimp Named Slickback:
(jeering) Ooooh! So I'm wrong! So I'm messed up! We'll which one of us is the one missing a bitch, Tom? You don't see me running around lookin' for a bitch! I know where all of my bitches are, thank you very much! (dials number) Bitch where you at?! (ho speaks) I'm out here, gettin' yo money! (Slickback retorts) That's what the hell I thought, thank you grandma! (to Tom) Now look at you! Bitchless! Sans bitch, as the French in France would say!

Tom:
(visibly annoyed) I've had enough! I'm going back upstairs!

Granddad:
Tom! Tom, when we first let you stay here, we thought it was only gonna be temporary. But damn! Tom, I just don't see any end in sight!

Tom:
It's only been two days--.

Granddad:
(interrupting) --Nigga, hush! You're living under my roof now. If you stay here, you're going to get some help.

Tom:
You know what? I know a great therapist. I'll make an appointment today!

Granddad:
(slowly)That, also would have been a good idea but, we've already paid Mr. A Pimp Named Slickback a retainer of 2,500 dollars.

Tom:
Robert, you shouldn't have.

Granddad:
With your credit card!

Tom:
Oh.