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: I get a discount on clothes, and shit. You like? Doughboy
: Nigga, you look like you selling rocks! Chris
: Yo, Tre' you be slinging that shit? Tre Styles
: No, I don't sell that shit! Doughboy
: You couldn't anyway! Pops will kick yo' ass! You know I'm out the pen. I'm gon' keep my ass out this time. Tre Styles
: That's what we're here to celebrate, right? Damn, brother how did you get so big? Doughboy
: Pumping iron, and eating. Ain't nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen. Three hots, and a cot, know what I'm saying? I was also reading, and writing my girl. Monster
: You read? Doughboy
: Yeah nigga, I ain't no criminal! I can read, bitch!
[Tre answers the phone
] Tre Styles
: Who dis? Reva Deveraux
: Who dis? What kind of way is that to answer the phone? Have you given anymore thought to what we talked about? Tre Styles
: Yeah... I don't know yet. Reva Deveraux
: Let me speak to yo daddy. Tre Styles
: POP! Telephone. Furious Styles
: Who dis?
: I heard you like Mr. GQ Smooth now. You working over at the Fox Hills Mall? Tre Styles
: Yeah, I get discounts on clothes. You like? Doughboy
: You look like you sellin' rocks.
: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ricky
: What? Tre Styles
: You're slamming my door like some kind of Gorilla on a football field! Ricky
: Damn, Nigger! What's wrong with you? Tre Styles
: I didn't do nothing. Officer Coffey
: You think you tough?
[pulls gun on Tre
] Officer Coffey
: Scared now, ain't you? I like that. That's why I took this job. I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers, you ain't shit! I could blow your head off with this Smith & Wesson and you couldn't do shit. Think you tough? What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw mafia motherfuckers.
: What'd you use? Tre Styles
: I used the number she gave me... Why you sweating me? I didn't have to use nothing. She said she was on the pill. Furious Styles
: How many times do I have I told you, if a girl says she's on the pill, you use somethin anyway. Pill ain't goin' to keep your dick from falling off. I don't know why you insist on learning things the hard way, but you gon' learn. Oh yeah, you gon' learn. Pick up that hair.
] Tre Styles
: Hey, Dough! Doughboy
: W'sup? Tre Styles
: You still got one brother left, man. Doughboy
: Thanks, man... Later, G. Tre Styles
: [scratching lotto ticket
] damn, nothin. Tre Styles
: what? Ricky
: Nothin, I said I didn't win nothin. Tre Styles
: You gotta be mexican to win that shit.
: [knocking on Sheryl's door
] Sheryl! Come on!
] Tre Styles
: Keep your baby off the street. She gonna get hit one of these days. Sheryl
: You got some blow? You got some rock? I'll suck your dick. Tre Styles
: Just keep the baby off the streets! And change her diapers! They almost smell as bad as you.
: [laughing after he breaks down in tears
] I never thought I'd be crying in front of a female. Brandi
: You can cry in front of me.
: Yo, cuz, I know why you got outta the car last night... shouldn't have been there in the first place. You don't want that shit to come back to haunt you. I ain't been up this early in a long time. I turned on the TV this morning, they had this shit on about... about living in a violent world. Showed all these foreign places... I started thinking, man, either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Man, all this foreign shit, and they didn't have shit on my brother, man.
: I ain't got no brother. Got no mother, either. She loved that fool more than she loved me. Sheryl
: [running up to the porch
] Doughboy! You got some blow? Got some rock? Doughboy
: Yo, get the fuck out my face! Keep them goddamn babies out the street! Tre Styles
: [Sheryl leaves
] Did y'all get 'em? Doughboy
: [wipes his eyes and looks at Tre. Tre shakes his head
] I'ont even know how I feel about it, neither, man. It just goes on and on, you know. Next thing you know, somebody might try and smoke me. Don't matter, doe. We all gotta go sometime, huh?
[after all the men shove their way past the women to get to the food first
] Tre Styles
: Hey, hey! Why don't you all act like gentlemen and let these ladies eat first.
[He motions to Doughboy for assistance
: Yeah. Y'all act like you ain't never had no barbecue before. The ladies eat. Ho's gotta eat too. Shalika
: Wait a minute, niggah, who you callin' a ho? I ain't no ho! Doughboy
: Oh, I'm sorry bitch. Mrs. Baker
: [She smacks Doughboy
] Hey, hey! Watch your mouth. Doughboy
: I'm just playin'!