– Listen, I’m so glad
that you’re here, and congratulations on hosting your own late night show. – [Both] Black
ladies in late night! – Now, we both know that we
have a big responsibility. – Yes. – As being one of
the few black women on late night television.
– Yes. – So we just gotta make
sure we’re on the same page. Impossible Questions
for Black Women. Real questions, real answers. Let’s get into it. Okay, heels or flats? – Heels. ‘Cause you gotta
toot the booty up. – Okay, are your
grits sugar or butter? – Butter. – Thank God.
– Yeah. – Whooo, I wanted to like you. Real Housewives of Atlanta, or, Love & Hip Hop Atlanta? – Love & Hip Hop Hollywood. Ray J’s a mess and I love it. – Oh, don’t.
– Sorry. I love it.
– Please don’t bring up Ray J to me. I don’t mess with Ray J. Cardi B or Lauryn Hill? – Miseducation of
Lauryn Hill Lauryn Hill. – That’s the only one.
– All day. – That’s the only one.
– That’s the only one. Then Lauryn Hill. Gotta be. No shade to Cardi B. – Are there other Lauryn Hills? – Oh, yeah. The I-don’t-show-up-on-time, current-day Lauryn Hill? – If you could be
adopted by a black mom, Michelle Obama or Oprah? – Oh, that’s tough. ‘Cause Michelle’s going
to give you the guidance. – True. – But Oprah’s got all dat money. – And some guidance? – And some guidance! For sure! – And a magazine. – And, like, the key to Heaven. So, I think it’s gotta be Oprah. – Team Issa or Team Lawrence? – Team Issa, all day. – Issa.
– Issa all day. I can’t.
– Issa. – I can’t. – Get off my couch. – Okay, silk pillowcase or satin bonnet? – Okay, for me, silk pillowcase because I sleep crazy, so the bonnet don’t stay on. Plus, you don’t have that dent in the line in the front, you know what I mean? ‘Cause when it’s too
tight, you get a dent. But the bonnet is
more effective. – But, doesn’t the pillow just slide off your bed? Remy or Nicki? – Uh-uh. You’re not getting
me caught up in that. – Right answer. That was a trick.
– I value my life. – That was a trick.
– Value my life. – That was a trick. We gotta stick together. – [Both] Black
ladies in late night. (upbeat music) – How old are you? Twelve? – I’m 34 years old.
– You’re, like, 12. – Are you? – Yes. – Black don’t crack,
ladies and gentlemen. Black don’t crack.
– Hello. How you doing? – She’s so cute. – But you know who knows I’m 34? My ovaries. Shout out to my body. Alright.