Mr. Jones: Hey, young man! You got knocked the fuck out! Craig Jones: What's that smell? Mr. Jones: Must be your upper lip, son, I don't smell nothing. Craig Jones: Ew, I do! It smell like you didn't fall in no mud! Mr. Jones: [while Spraying air freshener] Just use some of this spray, son. Craig Jones: Aw, Too much! [Trying to get the window open] Craig Jones: What's worng with this window? Mr. Jones: It's broken, remind me to get it fixed Craig Jones: [Struggling to get the window open] Damn! Suga: [groping Craig] Oooh, that's a fat ass! Uncle Elroy: All right, all right, all right, that's enough! Shit! That's enough! Now get upstairs and put some clothes on! Go on, now! Craig Jones: Look, we cousins and everything, but don't be hooking me up with the *little* sister that's bigger than the *big* sister! Joker: Count my money or party with bitches. Hundred and fitties or big ass titties. Count the green or get in between those titties. Uncle Elroy: Hey Day-Day, that crazy bitch out there again! 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. Day-Day: Man, look at them tig o' bitties 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 Mailman: So are you like a sports star or something? Craig Jones: Yeah, I play for the Cucamunga Cracker-Killers. You want tickets? Mailman: Hey easy bro! You don't need to call up your posse to do a 187 in my ass.
: Look, I'm your cousin an' ev'rything, but don't be hookin' me up with the little sister that's bigger than the big sister! Day-Day: Ancient Chinese Secret. Ms. Ho-Kym: I'm Korean, motherfucker Uncle Elroy: [to Craig] You family, I love you, you welcome to anything in my house. But don't let me catch you in my refrigerator, don't let me catch you with yo finger in my Suga Bowl, You feel me knockin'. Pinky: C'mon, Young Blood. Don't kill me, man. I got a mothafuckin' girlfriend. I got a wife on the side. [discussion about Day-Day's ex] 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'! Day-Day: Fat bitches need love too, Craig! Roach: Fa Sho. Uncle Elroy: Negro, what the hell you doing to my woman? Uncle Elroy: [Suga falls on Craig's lap, face down] 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. [to Craig] Uncle Elroy: Make yourself at home, nephew. Day-Day: Roach, if Pinky catches you doing that X-Games shit on the counter, we gon' be fired! African: [walking in store] Hey, motherfuckers. You motherfuckers! What the fuck is this? You motherfuckers! Day-Day: Can I help you, sir? African: What the fuck is this? Huh? This is wack! I can't get jiggy with this shit! Where's your damn manager, that pink motherfucker? Day-Day: He's not in the store right now. I'm in charge. African: You look like the player-hater who sold me this shit. Give me back my damn money, and I don't have no damn receipt. Day-Day: Do you have the case, sir? African: I don't have no goddamn case! Kiss my ass, so what? Day-Day: Can I see it sir? [looks at CD] Day-Day: What, were you chewing on this before you got here? African: Bullshit, motherfucker! Do you know who you are fucking with? Day-Day: Bishop Desmond Tutu? African: Try again, motherfucker! Day-Day: Winnie Mandela's lil'... African: Try *again*, motherfucker!