Andre: How is she?
Lucious: Congratulations, Andre.
Andre: Excuse me.
Lucious: Isn’t this what you wanted?
Andre: What the hell are you talking … what I wanted?
Lucious: When we were in Vegas and you wanted me and your mother dead?
Andre: Oh, come on man.
Jamal: Come on. Stop. Andre, why don’t you just leave, man?
Andre: I’m not going nowhere, man. She’s my mother too.
Hakeem: Go home ‘Dre. Somebody will call your ass.