Norbit: Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday... Rasputia: Say Tuesday again you ain't gonna see Wednesday.
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Rasputia: Then who was eating the turkey ass?
Norbit: Yes it did! And that makes you, the queen of WHORES!
Mr. Wong: Norbit! Why you run off like little bitch?
Pope Sweet Jesus: The wrapper says 'Ribbed for her pleasure' but turn it inside out and it's ribbed for YOUR pleasure
Event Organizer: I wanna be a ho. How do I apply?
Rasputia: Don't you wish your girlfriend was as hot like me? Don't you wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me?
Rasputia: Then who was eating the turkey ass?
Rasputia: How you doing?
Norbit: Yes it did! And that makes you, the queen of WHORES!
Mr. Wong: Norbit! Why you run off like little bitch?
Pope Sweet Jesus: The wrapper says 'Ribbed for her pleasure' but turn it inside out and it's ribbed for YOUR pleasure
Rasputia: Oh pray bitch pray
Event Organizer: I wanna be a ho. How do I apply?
Rasputia: Don't you wish your girlfriend was as hot like me? Don't you wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me?
Mr. Wong: Remember, black people run very fast. But problem run faster. Norbit: ...That's kinda racist. Mr. Wong: Yes, Wong very racist. Don't like black. Don't like Jew either. But black and Jew love Chinese food. Go figure.
Teen Attendant: Excuse me ma'am. We have a 300 lb weight limit. Rasputia: I don't weigh no damn 300 lbs. I weigh 165! How YOU doin'?
Pope Sweet Jesus: It's raining little white women. Lord Have Mercy: My prayers have been answered! Pope Sweet Jesus: She'd better move, 'cause my prayers are for a Cadillac.
Norbit: Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday... Rasputia: Say Tuesday again you ain't gonna see Wednesday.
Rasputia: God damm it, Norbit, how many times I got to tell you when you drive my car, don't adjust my seat? Norbit: I haven't touched your seat. Rasputia: Then why's it up so damn far? Norbit: It looks like it's back as far as it goes, Rasputia. Rasputia: No, you moved it! I can tell! Cuz look, when I inhale, my titty make the horn honk! See, listen! Rasputia: See that? Rasputia: That ain't right! Norbit: I hear it. Rasputia: Uh huh, that scientifically proves that you adjusted my seat! Norbit: That's not science. Rasputia: It is and just let it go! Norbit: It's not science. Rasputia: I said 'let it go!' Norbit: I'm just saying... Rasputia: I said it was science, god damm it!
Preacher: But you can't object yet. Pope Sweet Jesus: Well I am objeculatin' prematurely!
Rasputia: Where the hell you goin', Norbit? Norbit: None of your G.D. beeswax, Rasputia! Rasputia: Look at you, you old stupid fool. You can't even ride a bike! Norbit: Oh, yes I can, because Kate TAUGHT ME!
Big Jack: You messed up, boy. Earl Latimore: That's right. Big Jack: Now you gonna pay... BIG TIME! Abe the Tailor: Latimore! Keep your "fakakta" hands off him! Big Jack: Go back to your shop, Abe! Before I kill you too!
Rasputia: Norbit, Buster is a guest in our home! How dare you insinuate something like that? Buster: Yeah, ORBIT! How dare you insinuate something such like that! You know, I am actually offended by your accu-si-sation!
Rasputia: What... the...? What just fell on my car? Mr. Wong: Not what - who! Who just fell on your car? Ching chong ching chong!
Rasputia: NORBIT! Norbit: Oh! Rasputia! Good Morning, Rasputia! How are you this morning? Rasputia: Where the hell you going? Norbit: Oh, ummmm... I was just going to Raging Waters.
Pope Sweet Jesus: ...Now speakin of ribs, and pleasure... Lord Have Mercy: Uh, yes, for a limited time only, we are proud to present to you our barbequed, baby back, horseradish, mustard, and peanut butter encrusted ribs with a slight Jagermeister infusion, sprinkled with chammomile leaves, with a horseradish and dandelion salad, on a bed of rice. Buy one Pimp Platter, get the whole bones free. Deion Hughes: Ah, ah, ah, ah. No, no, no, no, no! That's enough talking. It's time to get back to the wedding. Pope Sweet Jesus: It ain't never enough talkin' when you're talkin' about love, brother.
Pope Sweet Jesus: Poor Norbit. Man. Back when I was in the game, used to tell my hos, "Hos, ain't no man gonna pay for the cow if he can get the milk for free." You ain't gonna worry about this brother buying the milk, 'cause he just bought the whole damn cow. Lord Have Mercy: That's a special cow, too. That must be where butter milk come from.
Rasputia: I'm gonna rip your head off. Big Jack: Rasputia? Rasputia: What? Big Jack: Car. Rasputia: I don't give a damn 'bout no car. I'm ready to die! Big Jack: Car! Rasputia: I'm ready to die! I'm ready to die! Big Jack: I ain't gonna let you ruin Nipplopolis for me boy! Damn! Rasputia: I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die up in here. Drive the car, goddamnit!
Deion Hughes: That's enough! THAT'S ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop the music! Pope Sweet Jesus: Hold on... Deion Hughes: Shut up! You two, shut up! That's it. This is husband-and-wife time. Now, let's go. Let's go. Husband-and-wife stuff.
Mr. Wong: When Norbit was little boy he say "One day i'll have the girl of my dream" and then you and marry a gorilla! Mr. Wong: I joke, I joke, why you not know joke when you hear joke, what you want to make fight at wedding. Mr. Wong: better cool off before i have to bust somebody ass in here
Rasputia: What is this Norbit? Norbit: Some kind of weird, satanic potato art? Rasputia: Umm umm. Whats this? Norbit: Looks like the acid we used down at the quarry. Rasputia: Right! And this is miss pretty little things little face. And Norbit if you ever see her again, if you ever talk to her again, if you ever so much as think about the bitch again, this is what's gon happen to her. Rasputia: how YOU doin? Get the picture Norbit?
