Kenya is back to business because it’s time to get the donkey booty video done. Kenya meets with Apollo and Phaedra so she can check out some of their moves. Kenya is very pround of the fact that they are finally moving forward with creativity that her direction spurned. She tells them what she’s come up with thus far; a $100,000 budget and a distribution deal. How much does it cost to get a room, a few cameras and some big asses in a room? That sounds like every club I’ve ever been to. Actually, that sounds like my Christmas!
Apollo: I am in shock!
Phaedra: I have to pick my jaw up off the floor!
Kenya: I thought you two said money was no object!
Apollo: Not the money. I’m married to this lady?!
Phaedra: I’m in a perpetual state of shock too. I really lucked out that day I was running laps around the prison.
“We call this move: How to Tackle a Prison Guard and Get Your Man!”
NeNe, who is starring in the most uninteresting storyline ever, is telling Gregg that she needs his help more. He says he’s trying to help but she always complains about how he does stuff.
“I’m here for you money, uhh I mean honey.”
Phaedra’s attorney has had the opportunity to look over the details of Kenya’s business plan and he sees some issues. From what I gathered, add in what I missed, they feel Kenya’s budget is too high and she should not receive a back end from the project. The attorney suddenly fashions himself a producer and feels that they can get by with three cameras, lights and some mats. Wasn’t Phaedra the one asking about booty cameras? Again, she wants it all but doesn’t want to pay for it. That’s a recurring theme on these housewives shows. When Kenya gets there, Phaedra’s attorney hides in a crawlspace and listens intently to everything being said. If this is how they practice law in the south, I can only imagine what doctors do.
“I might have bronchitis. The doctor said to drink this hemlock. If I live, it’s just a cold.”
Phaedra essentially says that Kenya doesn’t deserve a back end at all. She has also talked to Todd, Kandi’s man, and he claims he can do the deal for $25,000. Kenya says that she only produces films in which she has ownership. Somehow Phaedra likens this situation to serving Chef Boyardee to Obama or caviar to Ayden. First of all, there’s a brand new Chef Boyardee commercial out that basically tells you the real dude was the shit and secondly, we know what you’d feed Ayden…Pop Rocks, sweet tea and images of his thong-assed mother that he’ll never be able to get out of his mind or off of the internet. Apollo wants to work with Kenya but has to listen to his wife. Phaedra might claim to be unfamiliar with Kenya’s films, but Apollo definitely saw those straight to DVD movies Kenya produced. They were successful in their own right. If I were her, I wouldn’t work for free or damn near free either. Kenya is not happy and walks out leaving the attorney to free himself of the bird’s nest he disturbed. Phaedra isn’t concerned about ruining her relationship with Kenya since they haven’t known each other that long.
“I’ve already done 6 weeks worth of work and you don’t want to pay me?”
“It’s not that we don’t want to pay you. We REALLY don’t want to pay you.”