Money Mike: Never know when I might need this. Might come in handy. Might wanna shave. Might wanna shave somebody else. Never know.
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Day-Day: It ain't ya booty, it's ya beauty.
Money Mike: Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it.
Day-Day: One of them said they was gonna suck my dick from the back. I'm tryin' to see what that be like!
Sister Sarah: Let's go in the church and we're gonna pray for these niggas.
Day-Day: You like 'cause your son is a fag?
Santa Claus: That's a ugly-ass baby. Eyes cocked like a pistol.
Day-Day: You oughta be nervous. You a black cop.
Craig Jones: Jumpin' up like you Mr. Get Bad. Where da fuck was you when he was beatin' my ass wit dat tree?
Money Mike: Speaking of cockroaches, where was yo antennas when them two niggas was robbin' me?
Old man w/ shotgun: Next time I'm gonna shoot at the one that winks and not the one that stinks.
Money Mike: Crunching on your balls in a one horsed open sleigh.
Day-Day: All want Santa Claus is two fat bitches and a bag of weed and two bag of chips to give to the fat bitches
Damon: Craig, introduce me to yo' friend.
Craig Jones: That's right. Got my ass back in the projects. The only place where you get robbed by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
Damon: Y'all look good in y'all little tight-ass rent-a-cop outfits. Merry Christmas, niggettes.
Santa Claus: Damn, these niggas are broke. Got no Christmas ham in here...
Craig Jones: Man, I don't know if I can handle another goddamn Friday. This shit hurt.
Day-Day: Y'all are trying to use the lord to sell pussy on this corner.
Craig Jones: Y'all argue too much. Damn. Maybe y'all should get married.
Craig Jones: Why every time you get a little position of power, you abuse yo authority?
Day-Day: Daddy, he gon' shoot yo ass! Get up the damn wall!
Money Mike: Don't drag that coat, it cost more than you!
Mr. Jones: Lotto stud. Lotto fuckin' stud.
Money Mike: Never know when I might need this. Might come in handy. Might wanna shave. Might wanna shave somebody else. Never know.
Money Mike: I was just gonna get drunk and watch the Grinch, so I'll be there.
Old man w/ shotgun: Stay outta my collard greens and my mustard greens and my chronic greens!
Uncle Elroy: Let me hit that before Willie bring his old square ass out here.
Day-Day: This my big-head ass cousin. You know, Bevo Lotti, got mo head than he got body.
Damon: Got my shank in case shit jump off in this motherfucker.
Craig Jones: He looked like Bobby Brown in a goddamn Santa Claus suit.
Day-Day: All I want is a fat bitch with a name belt that say "glitter" on it.
Officer #3: Oh yeah, you got a big pile of dog shit in the middle of your bed back there. Might wanna check that out.
Officer Hole: Makes me wanna go home and lock up all my shit.
Mr. Jones: Hope your camel got a ticket outside.
Day-Day: Here's your lil' stanky-ass whistle!
Craig Jones: Light it up before I beat dat ass.
Craig Jones: The clothes don't make the player, the player make the clothes.
Craig Jones: Man, I ain't never gonna get no pussy.
Mrs. Pearly: Oh yeah, Craig, tell yo fine daddy I said Hiiiiiiii. Hate that bitch!
Money Mike: 25% off. Everything must go. Maybe even you.
Mr. Jones: Gimme a twister. Make it two. Hold the flies.
Day-Day: Damn, Daddy, you got another one? You gon' catch something.
Pinky: Say, nugga! This is Pinky, nuggah, I got to go pee-pee!
Money Mike: I want everybody back! There's gon' be ball juice everywhere!
Day-Day: It ain't ya booty, it's ya beauty.
Money Mike: Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it.
Day-Day: One of them said they was gonna suck my dick from the back. I'm tryin' to see what that be like!
Sister Sarah: Let's go in the church and we're gonna pray for these niggas.
Day-Day: You like 'cause your son is a fag?
Santa Claus: That's a ugly-ass baby. Eyes cocked like a pistol.
Day-Day: You oughta be nervous. You a black cop.
Craig Jones: Jumpin' up like you Mr. Get Bad. Where da fuck was you when he was beatin' my ass wit dat tree?
Money Mike: Speaking of cockroaches, where was yo antennas when them two niggas was robbin' me?
Old man w/ shotgun: Next time I'm gonna shoot at the one that winks and not the one that stinks.
Money Mike: Crunching on your balls in a one horsed open sleigh.
Day-Day: All want Santa Claus is two fat bitches and a bag of weed and two bag of chips to give to the fat bitches
Damon: Craig, introduce me to yo' friend.
Craig Jones: That's right. Got my ass back in the projects. The only place where you get robbed by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
Damon: Y'all look good in y'all little tight-ass rent-a-cop outfits. Merry Christmas, niggettes.
Santa Claus: Damn, these niggas are broke. Got no Christmas ham in here...
Craig Jones: Man, I don't know if I can handle another goddamn Friday. This shit hurt.
Day-Day: Y'all are trying to use the lord to sell pussy on this corner.
Craig Jones: Y'all argue too much. Damn. Maybe y'all should get married.
Craig Jones: Why every time you get a little position of power, you abuse yo authority?
Day-Day: Daddy, he gon' shoot yo ass! Get up the damn wall!
Money Mike: Don't drag that coat, it cost more than you!
Mr. Jones: Lotto stud. Lotto fuckin' stud.
Money Mike: Never know when I might need this. Might come in handy. Might wanna shave. Might wanna shave somebody else. Never know.
Money Mike: I was just gonna get drunk and watch the Grinch, so I'll be there.
Money Mike: Did you pee on me? Damon: Wake yo' bitch-ass up, lucky charms. I like my fish wet and squirmy. Money Mike: I thought I was dreaming. You almost drowned me, nigga. Damon: Oh, you're dreaming. This is a wet dream.
Craig Jones: Craig Jones: What the hell you doing in my house; eating a big ass sandwich and shit? Santa Claus: Nigga, I'm Santa Claus; where the FUCK the milk and cookies?
Damon: ya know maybe we can get to know each other Money Mike: Shut up! The hell you talkin bout! I am a boy! You are not in prison anymore Damon! Thats not how we do it!
Santa Claus: You remind me of them old players that hang out in the clubs wit da young girls. Uncle Elroy: You know, you remind me of a young nigga that's fuckin' with the wrong old nigga!
Officer Dix: For the second time, y'all got jacked by Santa Claus? Day-Day: Yeah. Officer Hole: Black guy, wasn't it? Day-Day: No, this was a nigga that did this.
Mrs. Jones: Willie, get yo ass off that heifer! Mr. Jones: Betty! Craig Jones: Daddy, get yo ass off that heifer!
Broadway Bill: I'm appalled. Craig Jones: You ain't Paul. You a nigga that steal.
Money Mike: Hold these til I get in the car. Craig Jones: Dude, I ain't about to touch his nuts or them vice grips. Money Mike: Oh yes you are. Craig Jones: No I'm not. Money Mike: Yes you are! Craig Jones: Bullshit. Money Mike: This is yo party. Yo pliers. His nuts. In yo hands!
Damon: Who's that? Craig Jones: That's, uh... that's Donna. Damon: Who da nigga she with? Craig Jones: Oh, that's just Money Mike, little Lucky Charms, micro-mini pimp. Damon: Yeah, that nigga look magically delicious.
Money Mike: Are you a music lover, Damon? Damon: Y... yes Money Mike: Well, have you ever heard of the nutcracker?
Mr. Jones: Have you seen our commercial? Moly: No, buddy. Mr. Jones: Bros. Barbecue taste so good, make you wanna slap yo mama! Moly: Hey buddy. Mr. Jones: Moly, what the fuck wrong with you?
Craig Jones: Tasha, how do we look? Tasha: Like a couple of rent-a-cops. Day-Day: What about them rented titties?
Craig Jones: Yo, Mama. Big Mama, you alright? Grandma Jones: Who are you? Craig Jones: It's Craig, Mama. Your oldest grandson. The smart one. Not Day-Day.
