I Ain t Eatin Ass Ever Again

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• Damon : Craig and Day-Day.

  Day-Day : Ohh...

  Damon : Just the niggas I demand to run across.

  Craig Jones : Yo, yo... what's up O.Chiliad. Triple O.M... O.G. triple... triple O.G.?

  Day-Day : You lot got out final night?

  Damon : I haven't seen ya'll in about 12 years, nigga.

  Day-Solar day : I know, I was little...

  Damon : You're grown up now, though. Give a nigga a hug, dog.

  Day-Day : I'g about to get...

  [Craig grabs Mean solar day-Day and runs him into Damon]

  Damon : [Damnon grabs Twenty-four hour period-Day] Yeah, man. It'southward cool, dog. It'due south absurd. Come here. Yes, right there.

  Damon : [Damon looks at Craig] Group hug, nigga!

  Twenty-four hours-Day : Come on, Craig!

  [Craig walks to Damon]

  Craig Jones : What's upwardly, dog.

  Damon : What'due south up, nigga.

  Damon : It'south proficient to be dwelling house. 'Cause in prison dog, hey... ain't nix merely the fellas, nigga.

  24-hour interval-Solar day : I heard.

• Craig Jones : Ho-ho, Motherfucker!

• Craig Jones : [beaten upwards Moly walks in Barbeque restaurant] Daaaamn!

  Twenty-four hour period-Solar day : [imitating Moly] Someone call 9-one-1

  Mr. Jones : Moly... yous got knocked the fuck out!

  Moly : Oh, good observation, buddy.

  [looks to Craig and Day-Day]

  Moly : Where were you lot buddies, huh?

  Craig Jones : We was on our lunch suspension.

  Mean solar day-24-hour interval : Trying to get something to consume, so we can secure this nasty-ass lot.

  Moly : Practiced, skilful, good... you were eating while I was getting beating.

  Solar day-Day : Looks like somebody crush the bricks off your motherfucking ass.

  Moly : You are supposed to be a security baby-sit, buddy, no?

  Day-Day : [pretending to exist olivious] We are security, ain't that a bitch?

  Craig Jones : We are security guards.

• Craig Jones : [nearly Moly] He ran the whole strip mall and he owned Holy Moly Donuts. But trust me, don't never e'er, ever, EVER. Always, ever, Always eat at that place.

• Craig Jones : Jumpin' upward similar yous Mr. Become Bad. Where da fuck was you lot when he was beatin' my donkey wit dat tree?

• Craig Jones : I convince Donna's fine ass to come back to the party. I got her in my room, slid the dresser behind the door, and got myself a early on Christmas present.

  [door closes]

  Craig Jones : *Y'all know*!

• Craig Jones : Almost a year ago, my pops quit his dog-catching task and went into business organization with my uncle Elroy. They ran this spot chosen Brothers Charcoal-broil. Taste and then adept, make you wanna slap yo' mama. Y'all might accept seen the commercial.

  Uncle Elroy : Ya'll tired of eatin' that charcoal-broil from up the street? Where they requite yous more sauce than they give yous meat? And then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulevard, that's correct off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes and so proficient, brand you wanna slap yo' mama! Don't it, Willie?

  Mr. Jones : Yep, boy! Hey, mama?

  Grandma Jones : What the hell you desire, Willie?

  [Willie slaps her]

  Uncle Elroy : Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.

  Craig Jones : You might accept missed it. They only had plenty money for a fifteen-second spot. Well, my pops hooked the states upward with a job equally Christmas assist security.

• Craig Jones : [walks into kitchen to notice Burglar dressed as Santa Claus eating a sandwich]

  Craig Jones : What the hell you doing in my firm; eating a large ass sandwich and shit?

  Santa Claus : Nigga, I'm Santa Claus; where the FUCK the milk and cookies?

• Craig Jones : That'southward right. Got my ass back in the projects. The only place where yous get robbed by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

• Craig Jones : Tasha, how practise we look?

  Tasha : Like a couple of rent-a-cops.

  Day-Day : What about them rented titties?

• Craig Jones : Human being, I don't know if I can handle some other goddamn Friday. This shit hurt.

• Craig Jones : Yo, Mama. Big Mama, you alright?

  Grandma Jones : Who are yous?

  Craig Jones : Information technology's Craig, Mama. Your oldest grandson. The smart one. Not Day-Solar day.

• Craig Jones : [to Elroy and Willie] Yous argue too much. Damn. Maybe y'all should go married.

• Craig Jones : Why every time yous become a little position of power, you abuse yo dominance?

• Craig Jones : [getting robbed] I ain't got nothin' only xx funky-ass dollars.

  Santa Claus : Oughta shoot yo broke ass.

• Solar day-Day : I can't even do the James Brown in these pants.

  Craig Jones : Good. I don't wanna see yous do the James Brown.

  Day-Day : Man, we ain't never gonna get no pussy in these clothes.

• Officer Hole : This is Officer Brian Dix. I'grand Officer Alvin Hole, and we'll allow you lot know if anything develops.

  Craig Jones : [looks at carte du jour] Officer A. Hole and B. Dix.

  Officeholder Hole : We'll call you lot.

• Craig Jones : Get yo titty off my chin.

• Mrs. Jones : [Mrs. Pearly has seduced Willie] Willie, get yo ass off that heifer!

  Mr. Jones : Betty!

  Craig Jones : Daddy, become yo ass off that heifer!

• Uncle Elroy : Where your flashlight at? Rent-a-cops supposed to have flashlights. You gotta smooth some damn body.

  Craig Jones : We supposed to become handcuffs, flashlights, taser guns.

  Day-Twenty-four hour period : German shepherds.

  Uncle Elroy : You must ain't heard what happened to the terminal security guards they had 'circular here.

• Solar day-Day : Hey, I wanna enquire y'all a question.

  Moly : Okay, what?

  Day-Day : When we get our guns?

  Moly : Oh, no, no guns. You are top-flight unarmed security guards.

  Craig Jones : What nearly walkie talkies?

  Day-Day : And some flashlights. In case we catch some girl giving up some caput right in the back behind the trash cans, I could come back there with the flashlight and grab her.

  Moly : You guys are supposed to be large, tough guys. You don't need all these gidgets-gadgets, huh. All you lot need is this hither.

  [easily them whistles]

  Moly : If in that location are whatever problems, you just blow. Toot-toot!

  Day-Mean solar day : [they blow their whistles; Craig is standing right next to Twenty-four hour period-Solar day] Goddamn, Craig!

• Craig Jones : You lot heard what happened to the terminal security guards.

  Solar day-Day : You didn't even hear what happened to the last security guards, so how da fuck is I'yard gonna hear it?

• Broadway Bill : I'one thousand appalled.

  Craig Jones : You ain't Paul. You a nigga that steal.

• Money Mike : [holding Damon by the testicles with a pair of pliers] Hold these til I become in the car.

  Craig Jones : Dude, I ain't about to touch his nuts or them vice grips.

  Coin Mike : Oh aye you are.

  Craig Jones : No I'm not.

  Money Mike : Yes you lot 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'southward Donna.

  Damon : Who da nigga she with?

  Craig Jones : Oh, that'due south simply Money Mike, little Lucky Charms, micro-mini pimp.

  Damon : Yes, that nigga look magically delicious.

• Craig Jones : [after Santa got hit by Pinky's limo] Should I tell him?

  Day-Day : Let'due south both tell him.

  Craig Jones , Day-Day : Yous got knocked da FUCK out!

  Craig Jones : Biatch!

• Craig Jones : You can't talk to people like that. That's somebody'southward grandmama, fool.

  Twenty-four hours-24-hour interval : I tin can talk to anybody any fuckin' way I wanna talk to 'em. I'yard the constabulary around here, and I'one thousand gonna write yo donkey up for insubordination. So let me exercise my job and you do yours. Acme flight!

• Craig Jones : So all nosotros gonna do is accept it easy, make this money, you gonna watch yo temper.

  Day-Day : I ain't gotta sentinel shit.

  Craig Jones : You gonna treat people right, talk to people right. You can get yo ass kicked out hither real quick.

  Day-Day : So? I don't care nothin' about that. Don't nobody be gettin' outta mitt.

  Craig Jones : And I ain't gettin' into no shit considering of you.

• Craig Jones : Y'all remedial.

  Day-Day : What does that mean?

  Craig Jones : Retarded.

• Craig Jones : He looked like Bobby Brownish in a goddamn Santa Claus suit.

• Craig Jones : [to Officeholder A. Hole] Do your fuckin job!

• Day-Twenty-four hour period : [interrupting a trio of carolers] Heaven and a... fuck all that shit! Y'all hos gotta get up off the corner with that.

  Sister Sarah : Excuse me, carbohydrate, what did you say?

  24-hour interval-Mean solar day : You heard me what I said. I said y'all hos gotta get off this corner

  Sister Sarah : You meliorate watch yo little filthy mouth. You are talking to children of the lord.

  Day-Day : I want y'all to know who yous're talking to likewise: top flight motherfucking security.

  Craig Jones : [running upwardly] Hey wait a minute, Twenty-four hour period-Solar day, y'all tin't talk to these onetime-ass ladies like that!

• Officer Hole : Oh and when we notice St. Nick, what do you want u.s.a. to do to him? Cracked ribs? Fractured skull? Little eye gouge?

  Craig Jones , Day-Day : Fractured skull.

  Day-Day : Beat da shit out of him.

  Craig Jones : Middle gouge. That's the shit.

  Officeholder Hole : [writes information technology down] And an centre gouge.

• Craig Jones : [narrating] Man, I couldn't believe how Twenty-four hours-Day was actin'. Ever since he got that whistle 'circular his cervix, he been actin' like a real asshole rent-a-cop. Await at him.

• Craig Jones : [offering Twenty-four hour period Day a articulation] Lite information technology upward earlier I beat out dat ass.

• Craig Jones : Await, he hitting Santa donkey!

• Craig Jones : Yous demand to work on yo people skills.

  Day-Day : That's some bullshit. My people skills are way better than yours, nigga.

• Craig Jones : Yous own't evictin' nobody, 'less you lot got a motherfuckin' army wit you.

  Mrs. Pearly : I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-ass. My son Damon habitation correct now.

  Craig Jones , Day-Mean solar day : DAMON?

  Craig Jones : [in narrative] I had a nightmare 'bout that fool last night.

  Damon : [flashes to dream; Damon walks into Craig and Day-Day'southward prison house cell] Day-24-hour interval. Craig. Which 1 of you lot bitches is gonna wash my drawers tonight?

  Craig Jones , Solar day-Day : [pointing to each other] That would exist him.

  [Damon tosses his laundry on both of them]

  Day-Day : I wash on Sundays... anyway.

  Craig Jones : Starch or press?

  Damon : Starch, nigga!

• Craig Jones : The clothes don't brand the player, the histrion make the apparel.

• Craig Jones : [later Day-Twenty-four hours walks in on he and Donna; Donna gets upwards to exit] Human being, I ain't never gonna get no pussy.

• Mrs. Pearly : Oh yep, Craig, tell yo fine daddy I said Hiiiiiiii.

  [leaves apartment]

  Craig Jones : [shudders and slams the door later her] Hate that bowwow!

• Craig Jones : [later Mrs. Pearly seduced Willie and his wife walked in on them] Whoop his donkey, Mama! Whoop his ass, Mama.

  [to Mrs. Pearly]

  Craig Jones : Pearly, you ain't right. Tryin' to give my daddy VD.

  Mrs. Pearly : I'1000 callin' the constabulary on you, fool!

  Craig Jones : Become that lined up also first, bitch!

• Craig Jones : We the victims, man. We the victims.

  Officer Hole : That victim shit is manner overblown. Just sit there and shut up.

  Craig Jones : [sotto] Asshole.

• Day-Day : I own't goin'.

  Craig Jones : Stop being so scary. All our stuff might be in at that place.

  Day-Day : I'chiliad not... why you always got to exist a hero, human being? Take your... go on over there, I'll bet something bite you in the ass. I'm not going.

  Craig Jones : I don't wanna get flake in the ass.

• Craig Jones : How is she gonna like you when she like me?

  Day-Day : Because she hadn't seen me yet.

  Craig Jones : I wish I hadn't seen you yet.

• Craig Jones : What you demand to practice is grab ane of these fine females and get your boogie on.

  Damon : I don't wanna dance with none of these hos.

• Moly : [while smoking a cigar] Take luncheon, one half hr. Don't exist late!

  [walks away]

  Day-Day : That's a muddy motherfucker. He gon' blow smoke in our face on the showtime arrest? That's bullshit.

  Craig Jones : See? I told you at that place ain't no future in being a visitor man.

• Craig Jones : Twenty-four hours-Day, we merely security guards, okay? Ghetto security guards at that. We ain't Cops, we ain't America'due south Most Wanted, N.Y.P.D. Blue, none of that shit you scout.

  Day-Solar day : Something like that.

  Craig Jones : No, zero like that.

• Craig Jones : [sees that Sister Sarah with those boys] Ain't that?

  [Day-Twenty-four hour period running away]

  Sister Sarah : Get them, niggas! Come on, sugars! Come up on!

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