Roach: Knock. Day-Day: You want me to knock? Roach: Well knock. Roach: You're acting like a little bitch right now man, they're not gonna hear that, the music is playing. Day-Day: Excuse me partner, that was a fuckin' ghetto knock I just did. Roach: I'm gonna show you how to knock on a door. Day-Day: Hey, hey no stop. Baby Joker: Yeah, rub that shit. Joker: I hear something? Fuck. Yeah I got to do everything around here, SHIT! Ruining my flow. Girl #1: Right there. Joker: Hey you lover boys, YOU HEAR THAT SHIT! Day-Day: Motherfucker you better stop, they're gonna think we're the police in there. Roach: It gets results. Joker: The fuck do you want? Day-Day: We came to borrow some sugar. Joker: Does this look like a fuckin' 7-Eleven to you homes? Do you see a Red-Dot on my Forehead my friend? Do you see an ATM in the corner that doesn't work? DO YOU? NO, YOU DON'T SO FUCK YOU MY FRIEND. Get the fuck outta here Day-Day, and you too, Slim Shady. Day-Day: No problem, we're gone. Roach: Hold on, just a second, hey man you've run over my skateboard. I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT, ALL RIGHT! Joker: What? Day-Day: Oh no, that's that bullshit, man it ain't like...
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Mr. Jones: Can't even count to ten and you win the lottery, aint that a bitch
Mr. Jones: Hey, young man! You got knocked the fuck out!
Mr. Jones: Hot sauce... for my burrito! You taste so good to me!
Pinky: C'mon, Young Blood. Don't kill me, man. I got a mothafuckin' girlfriend. I got a wife on the side.
Pinky: Shit, nigga had me scared, but I held my own, fuck that.
Day-Day: Man, look at them tig o' bitties
Day-Day: Yo, Pops, I didn't know you had some bitties?
Uncle Elroy: Hey Day-Day, that crazy bitch out there again!
Joker: Joker: No more locked doors! Gracias.
Pinky: Whoo. Nigger had me scared, but I held my own, fuck that.
Mr. Jones: Can't even count to ten and you win the lottery, aint that a bitch
Mr. Jones: Hey, young man! You got knocked the fuck out!
Mr. Jones: Hot sauce... for my burrito! You taste so good to me!
Pinky: C'mon, Young Blood. Don't kill me, man. I got a mothafuckin' girlfriend. I got a wife on the side.
Day-Day: When you going home?
Pinky: Shit, nigga had me scared, but I held my own, fuck that.
Day-Day: Man, look at them tig o' bitties
Day-Day: Yo, Pops, I didn't know you had some bitties?
Uncle Elroy: Hey Day-Day, that crazy bitch out there again!
Pinky: Whoo. Nigger had me scared, but I held my own, fuck that.
Mr. Jones: Hey, young man! You got knocked the fuck out!
Pinky: Day-Day... is this your cousin? Day-Day: Yeah, that's my cousin... Pinky: Good, 'cause you're fired! Day-Day: Who, me? Pinky: And Roach, you're fired too! Pinky: Pinky: Oh, I heard that! Say it again! Say it again! Pinky: I was just about to bust a cap in your ass. Give me back my motherfucking pistol. Fuck out my store.
Day-Day: I've knew we've never will be together forever, you're a cool Puerto-Rican dude. Baby Joker: Hace falta feria, güey. Joker: QUE! Baby Joker: Simón. Joker: PINCHES HIJOS DE PUTA, CABRONES! Day-Day: What? Joker: We're saying, you're fucked ese! You're staying with us! Day-Day: Aw man. Joker: Baby Joker, get the duct tape, homes. Baby Joker: Orale, carnal. Joker: It's on my bed homes, I was using it earlier. Day-Day: Shit, man! Lil Joker: Hey and you, got put your clothes back on, alright!
Uncle Elroy: Negro, what the hell you doing with my woman? Craig: I don't know. I must have... shit. Uncle Elroy: Suga? What the hell you doing with my nephew? Suga: I'm sorry, baby. I thought it was you. Uncle Elroy: Come on, baby. I'm faded, feeling X-rated. It's Mr. Nasty Time. Suga: Mr. Nasty Time! Uncle Elroy: Mr. Nasty Time. But take it easy on my back. Uncle Elroy: Make yourself at home, nephew.
Tyrone: Hello? I have an urgent message for a nigga named Mr. Willy Jones... Food Stand Cashier: Nigga who? Deebo: It's William, fool! Tyrone: Ow, I mean, I have an urgent message for a Mr. William Jones. Food Stand Cashier: Urgent message? Tyrone: Yeah, the urgent message is, "Drop everythinCraig's in trouble, come quick." Food Stand Cashier: Craig who? Who is this? Tyrone: Yeah, nigga. You just tell him you could just... Tyrone: call on Tyrone... Tyrone: Ow! Tell him it's a friend of the family! Tyrone: Man, you better stop hittin' me like. I'll bust your ass just like Craig did. Knock your eye straight.
Mr. Jones: I got your message, where is Craig? Uncle Elroy: "Message"? I ain't sent you no damn MESSAGE. Mr. Jones: You didn't call the sandwich joint with an urgent message Uncle Elroy: Hell no Willie, boy you're startin' to think like a Dog. Leaving fleas & ticks suckin' on your old-ass brain. Mr. Jones: Somebody send me a message, where is Craig & Day-Day Uncle Elroy: I don't know. But come on in. Uncle Elroy: You know you got shit all over the back of your ass? Hey don't sit on that couch, put some paper down.
Day-Day: How'd you get out here? Craig Jones: I walked. Day-Day: You walked? Craig Jones: Yeah. Day-Day: You can't be walkin' around this white neighborhood, man. You look suspect.
Day-Day: I got the BGs Craig Jones: What's the BGs? Day-Day: The bubble guts, I'm nervous and I'm bout to shit on my self
Mr. Jones: Now Craig, it's gonna be different living out here. Don't let your Uncle or your cousin get you in any shit. Now you hear me? Craig Jones: Pops I'm grown now, can't nobody get me in trouble no more. Mr. Jones: Well I'm glad you said that son, but since you grown, don't bring your black ass back home.
Uncle Elroy: I bet you smoke a lil' weed, don't ya? Craig Jones: Why do say that? Uncle Elroy: Cause your lip's turnin' black!
Craig Jones: You heard of El Nino? Karla Joker: Yeah... Craig Jones: This is El Negro. Come on down here and let me tap that ass.
Roach: Knock. Day-Day: You want me to knock? Roach: Well knock. Roach: You're acting like a little bitch right now man, they're not gonna hear that, the music is playing. Day-Day: Excuse me partner, that was a fuckin' ghetto knock I just did. Roach: I'm gonna show you how to knock on a door. Day-Day: Hey, hey no stop. Baby Joker: Yeah, rub that shit. Joker: I hear something? Fuck. Yeah I got to do everything around here, SHIT! Ruining my flow. Girl #1: Right there. Joker: Hey you lover boys, YOU HEAR THAT SHIT! Day-Day: Motherfucker you better stop, they're gonna think we're the police in there. Roach: It gets results. Joker: The fuck do you want? Day-Day: We came to borrow some sugar. Joker: Does this look like a fuckin' 7-Eleven to you homes? Do you see a Red-Dot on my Forehead my friend? Do you see an ATM in the corner that doesn't work? DO YOU? NO, YOU DON'T SO FUCK YOU MY FRIEND. Get the fuck outta here Day-Day, and you too, Slim Shady. Day-Day: No problem, we're gone. Roach: Hold on, just a second, hey man you've run over my skateboard. I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT, ALL RIGHT! Joker: What? Day-Day: Oh no, that's that bullshit, man it ain't like...
Joker: Joker: No more locked doors! Gracias.
Deebo: Here come that dog truck. Shut your mouth! We about to fade to black. Craig Jones: Daddy, Stop! Deebo: Get your punk-ass out of the car Craig, this is the re-match! Deebo: Get out of the car! Craig Jones: Punch It! Tyrone: Deebo! Help! Craig Jones: Fake-Ass Suge Knight! Deebo: You know I gonna find you and when I do, I'm gonna put my foot up in your ass! Deebo: Man get up! Tyrone: Damn! Man, I'm tired. I'm goin to mommy's house. Deebo: Come on! Tyrone: No!, No! Mr. Jones: Did you see That! Those two niggas were acting like pit bull dogs!
Craig Jones: Psycho, huh? She must be worst than Left Eye from TLC or somethin'. Day-Day: Yeah, well, this fat bitch ain't burnin'!
Deebo: I guess I'm gonna have to kill that old dad of his. Deebo: ...after I kill you and Craig.
