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: Puff puff, give. Puff puff, give. You fuckin' up the rotation.
: Older the berry, the sweeter the juice. Craig Jones
: Man, it's the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Smokey
: Yeah, well she blacker than a motherfucker too.
: Remember it ,Write it down, take a picture, I don't give a fuck.
: We ain't got no sugar. Smokey
: No sugar? Damn. Y'all ain't never got two things that match. Either y'all got Kool-aid, no sugar. Peanut butter, no jelly. Ham, no burger. Daaamn.
: I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.
: Man that fool just playin' man, I ain't trippin. Craig Jones
: That's yo problem. Aint' nobody playin' but you. You walk up and down the street all day playin'. He aint' playin' you think he playin' 'bout his money? He know where my momma stay know where you momma stay. He say he had a gun when you seen him right? Smokey
: Yeah Craig Jones
: Well name one person in the hood that play like that!
: Weed is from the earth. God put this here for me and you. Take advantage man, take advantage.
: [on phone
] What's up Big Perm?... I mean Big Worm.
: What I'm trippin on, is how you gonna sell bud, when you smoke it? Smokey
: I don't know. That's my only problem. Craig Jones
: Big Worm gonna fuck you up. Smokey
: Big Worm ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, man. Craig Jones
: All right...
: Smokey, get me some cigarettes. Smokey
: Well, give me some money.
[Smokey's mom gives Smokey a dollar
: Wait, this isn't enough. Smokey's mom
: Make it enough.
: I got mind control over Deebo. He be like "shut the fuck up." I be quiet. But when he leave, I be talking again.
[Smokey taking a crap outside
: You better not tell anybody man. Ezal
: Man, I'm not, man. Smokey
: Keep it on the down low. Ezal
: Alright brother. Damn.
[Looks around and yells
: Hey, Smokey back here taking a shit! Smokey
: Ezal! Ezal
: Well, I won't tell anybody else.
: Why you not goin' to work? Craig Jones
: I got fired yesterday. Smokey
: No shit? I thought you had the day off yesterday. Craig Jones
: I did. I went in to pick up my check, came home, my supervisor called me about four o'clock, told me he got me on tape stealing boxes. Smokey
: The fuck you stealing boxes for? What you trying to build, a clubhouse? Craig Jones
: Hell, no, ain't got me on tape. But they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' about pressin' charges. Smokey
: Goddamn! You've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your day off.
: Smoke, buy me a 40oz for my birthday. Smokey
: Today your birthday? Ezal
: What's today?
: Come on Smoke, Stanley left his window open. Smokey
: I can't I'm on probation. Deebo
: Stop being a bitch and come on.
: I've been smokin' ever since I was two.
: [at Smokey
] Excuse me brother, what we call drugs at the 74th Street Baptist Church we call the sin of sin sins. Smokey
: Well round here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty twen twen... Craig Jones
: Right... Smokey
: Nigga... Pastor Clever
: Give me a little for my cataracts. Smokey
: You didn't put in on this man.
: Why don't you tell your daddy to comb his damn hair, look like some spiders is having a meetin' on his head.
: [after having his necklace snatched by Deebo
] Hey, man, why didn't y'all help me! Smokey
: [slouching in his chair
] Man, I'm high. Red
: Man, that's fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped y'all. Craig Jones
: What about the time he tried to choke me in Smoke's backyard? Red
: [pause, thinks about it
] Oh, that was different.
: [after breaking into Stanley's house
] We got about two hundred dollars. Deebo
: *I* got about two hundred dollars.
: The weed be lettin' you know... Evil lurks
: Ooooh, What's up? Smokey
: Not a damn thannng!
: [about Red
] He gonna cry in the car.
: [sees Big Worm drives away
] Florida Evans-looking motherfucker.
: [after smoking marijuana in the car with Hector and his friend, he finds himself running down the street in his white A-shirt and white briefs
] The next thing I know, I was runnin' down the street in my damn drawers!
: [tearing through Craig's open bedroom window curtain
] Break yo' self Fool! Craig Jones
: Man, look what you did to my curtain. You better watch that window you climbing in fool 'fo you get blasted on. Smokey
: With what? You ain't got nothin' man. Craig Jones
: With this!
[pointing his Glock at Smokey
: Man, Where you get that from? Craig Jones
: Yo Mama. Smokey
: Fuck you! Craig Jones
: Fuck you! He he he
: Come on outside man, and stop playing. Craig Jones
: Gotta get dressed. Smokey
: Hurry Up! Craig Jones
: Don't tell me to hurry up!
: [calling Big Worm on his phone
] Hey um, did somebody... page Smokey? Big Worm
: [v.o. on phone
] Don't play dumb nigger, you know who the is! You got my money? Smokey
: I ain't got it, but I'm gonna get it.
[Big Worm hangs up
] Craig Jones
: What happened? Smokey
: Man he just hung up... I think we better stay in the house.
: I won, gimme my money. Deebo
: What money! Smokey
: I lost.
: [after Craig knocks out Deebo
] You got knocked the fuck out, man! Give me my goddamn money...
[Smokey takes $200 from a knocked-out Deebo
: Payback's a motherfucker, ain't it? Nigga!
: Pow! Pow, Pow, POW! Red
: [punches Deebo as he's getting up and takes chain back
] My grandmama gave me this chain! Ezal
: [slowly walks to Deebo
] Deebo? DEEBO! Man, you shoulda been bobbin' and weavin'! Look 'it at ya! GET UP! Since you ain't, maybe I'll take these shoes!
[struggling to take Deebo's shoe off
: Big... foot... motherfucker, you can *have* ya knife! 'Cause I *STEAL*, I don't *KILL*.
: Damn! Mrs. Parker finer than a motherfucker. Craig Jones
: Hi, Mrs. Parker. Mrs. Parker
: Hi, boys. Smokey
: [quieter, but still audible
] When you gonna let me *fuck* Mrs. Parker? Mrs. Parker
: What you say, honey? Smokey
: Huh? Nothing.
: Smokey, I need you to go to the store and get me some cigarettes Smokey
: Give me the money Joann
: [she hands smokey one dollar
: Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait a minute, what's this? This ain't enough Joann
: Make it enough Smokey
: 'Sup, Smokey? Smokey
: Fuck you.
: [while smoking with Smokey
] Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, holmes! Smokey
: I know what I'm doin', man! Shut the fuck up!
[Hector and his friend laugh at him
: [on phone
] Yeah, I got your money. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk ass, busta ass, Jheri curl wearin' ass friends come down here to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with. Big Worm
: First of all, don't be callin' here like you some straight up "G", 'cause I'll cut your balls off and hand 'em to you, partner. I had to warn you too many times about my money, Smokey. You see, it's the principle of the whole thing. There's principalities in this. Smokey
: Yeah, well... I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself next time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'm through with this shit.
[hangs up, then lights a joint
: [to the viewer
] I was just bullshittin'! And you know this, man!
: You know Craig? Craig got fired! Big Worm
: What the fuck that gotta do wit me?
: I ain't never worked this hard since I crawled outta my momma's womb.