Young Kid has been invited to a party at his friend Play's house. But after a fight at school, Kid's father grounds him. None the less, Kid ...更多>
Pop: You remind me of a place called Straight Off a Cop's Ass. You're making me homesick. Pop: The only fucking disturbance is you MESSING WITH ME! Bilal: Kick your bitch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment! I'm the DJ. LaDonna: Bitch? Who you callin' a bitch? Your mama's a sorry bitch. Bilal: Hey, my mama ain't no bitch. LaDonna: If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch. Bilal: Hey, I'll kick your ass. I'll fight a girl. Play: Niggers ain't breakin' my mama's good stuff, let 'em fuck with this plastic. Pop: I don't give a damn if Marvin Gaye 'gonna be there, you wont! Pop: Ya know, with all that jerry curl juice you got in your hair, you better not ever commit a crime! The police won't have any problem finding you! "Follow the drip, follow the drip!" Stab: Yo, I'l put my foot so far up yo ass you be shittin' sneaker for a month Pop: I gotta get this fan fixed. It's so hot in here, I could'a sworn I saw the Devil sittin' in the living room. Pop: I'm from a small town called "Fresh Off a Cop's Ass", and you're making me homesick. Kid: Wave your hands in the air, everybody! Kid: I wish I could come out and play with you tonight, but I'm a little busy... with your girl on my lap. Stab, Zilla and Peewee: I smell pussy! George Clinton: I might cry two tears in a bucket. Fuck it. Let's take it to the stage. Stab: Who got a light? Stab: Who got a light? Cop #2: How about a Bud Light? Zilla: After getting beat up by those cops, I"m about ready to whip somebody's ass. Pee Wee: And were gonna kick your fucking ass! Pop: I don't know why they named that boy that african name... kmowing he from clevland! Pop: [after he spanks Kid] And don't wake up till I tell you to! Pop: Kid, your breakfast's on the table boy, you wanna come down here and eat this shit before it gets cold?
: It would help if you didn't call it shit, Pops. Pop: It would help me too if you get your ass down here & eat it! Cop #1: Hey, Eraserhead! Pop: What's your name? Clint: Clinton. Pop: Clinton what? Clint: Clinton, um, X. I'm a Muslim. Pop: Clinton X, huh? Well go home and bring me 2 bean pies and a pork chop sandwich, you little trout mouthed heathen. Play: That's going to mess with your dating time. That's mating time. And how is it going to look, watching TV with Uncle Fester? Kid: It's Uncle Otis. Play: Whatever! But Sidney, she has a home. A house, with a rec room. You know what time it is! Go downstairs in that basement, sofa bed, pow! You're in there!