A mother and daughter clash over clothing and freedom. The mother calls her daughter's outfits sleazy and won't let her back home, while the daughter demands the right to dress how she wants. The host points out the contradiction: too young to drink, but old enough to be on the streets.
You try to act like a little angel when you really a little witch. I wanna call you a bitch, but you know.
So you think she's a witch?
Yeah.
Okay, so lemme go back to the house stuff. So why not let her back in the house?
She dressed too sleazy for me. She's disrespectful.
That is jealousy.
That's not jealousy. That is jealousy, Karamo.
That's not jealousy. Why can't I be comfortable wearing my own clothes? Okay, but that's not jealousy. You came for me though. You came for me though. That's not jealousy, honey. Why can't I wear what I wanna wear?
That's not jealousy, honey. You came for me. How am I to be judged? Exactly, so why can't you uplift me?
Why can't you tell me that I look pretty if I wanna wear what I wanna wear?
A woman should be covered, not dressing revealing or sleazy. We should cover ourself. Really? Really. Really?
You a bitch. I don't call you a bitch. Don't speak on me like that. You have, you have.
You say she's not old enough to drink, but you think she's old enough to sleep out on the streets?
