Juanita: Surprise me Jody and leave the nest. Sweet Pea: I'm not going to use the b-word. I just call y'all unstable creatures. Joe-Joe: I hate you. Rodney: I hate you too little nigga you ain't my son. Rodney: What's happening, baby? I'm home. Damn, what you got to eat in this motherfucker? Shit, I'm hungry as FUCK! Rodney: Jody? Nigga, you Jody? Vette ain't here, cuz. Come to get your son? Come get his muthafuckin' ass. I ain't trying to be his daddy no way. [after Jody left] Rodney: I can't *believe* this muthafucka had the audacity to come to *my* muthafuckin' house, after he done *talked* shit to me when I was locked up, *fucked* my bitch, had a baby by her. Man, get the heat, cuz. Fuck this nigga. Rodney: Hello? Hello? Yvette? Jody: Naw, nigga, this ain't no motherfuckin' Yvette! Rodney: Put Yvette on the phone, nigga! Jody: What? This my phone, nigga! Don't call my house no more! Rodney: How the *fuck* is that yo' house, nigga? You don't even live there. Is this Jody? The Jody that got my boo pregnant and can't take care of his responsibilities as a muthafuckin' man? Livin' at yo' mamma house? Walking around the streets like a little ass boy? Nigga, you's a *bitch*! Jody: What? Yo' ass in jail! You can't say nothin' about me and mine, homeboy. Look, don't call my *fuckin'* house no more! My girl ain't feeling you. It's not happening, cuz! Concentrate on not dropping the soap, you bitch-ass nigga! Rodney: *Fuck* you, cuz! [hangs up] Jody: I want a block on my motherfucking phone tomorrow, Yvette. Yvette: All right, Jody, damn! Jody: Stupid ass. Yvette: You stupid. Jody: All on the phone spreading my business out there. He on the other end talking 'bout "Yeah, I know you live with yo' mamma." I don't wanna hear that shit! Melvin: That's what it's all about. Guns and butter, baby! You little dumb motherfuckers. Melvin:
You know what your problem is, baby boy? You got shit all twisted. You got an Oedipus complex. You want your mamma to be your woman, but this is my woman. *My* woman!