Baby Boy (2001)
Sweet Pea: Dear Lord, Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us. And look down upon us with forgiveness for the the sins we will have in the future. I know you understand that niggas ain't perfect, but we try lord. We try to keep our heads up in bad times. This is a bad time, show us the way. And if you can't show us the way, then forgive us for being lost.
Jody: There's this psychiatrist, a lady named Frances Chris Walson. She has a theory about the black man in America. She says because of the system of racism in this country, the black man is meant to think of himself as a baby. A not yet fully formed being, who has not yet realized his full potential. To support her claim, she offers the following: First off, what does a black man call his woman? Mama. Secondly, what does a black man call his closest acquaintances? His boys. And finally, what does a black man call his place of residence? The crib.
Joe Joe: I want my daddy.
Yvette: I know.
Rodney: [From Background] Fuck your punk-ass daddy!
Yvette: I do too baby.
Rodney: Jody? Nigga, you Jody? Vette ain't here, cuz. Come to get your son? Come get his muthafuckin' ass. I ain't trying to be his daddy no way.
[after Jody left]
Rodney: I can't *believe* this muthafucka had the audacity to come to *my* muthafuckin' house, after he done *talked* shit to me when I was locked up, *fucked* my bitch, had a baby by her. Man, get the heat, cuz. Fuck this nigga.
Rodney: Hello? Hello? Yvette?
Jody: Naw, nigga, this ain't no motherfuckin' Yvette!
Rodney: Put Yvette on the phone, nigga!
Jody: What? This my phone, nigga! Don't call my house no more!
Rodney: How the *fuck* is that yo' house, nigga? You don't even live there. Is this Jody? The Jody that got my boo pregnant and can't take care of his responsibilities as a muthafuckin' man? Livin' at yo' mamma house? Walking around the streets like a little ass boy? Nigga, you's a *bitch*!
Jody: What? Yo' ass in jail! You can't say nothin' about me and mine, homeboy. Look, don't call my *fuckin'* house no more! My girl ain't feeling you. It's not happening, cuz! Concentrate on not dropping the soap, you bitch-ass nigga!
Rodney: *Fuck* you, cuz!
Jody: I want a block on my motherfucking phone tomorrow, Yvette.
Yvette: All right, Jody, damn!
Jody: Stupid ass.
Yvette: You stupid.
Jody: All on the phone spreading my business out there. He on the other end talking 'bout "Yeah, I know you live with yo' mamma." I don't wanna hear that shit!
Juanita: You ain't stupid, Yvette. You're just in love with a man. When you in love with a man, he can make you feel high. So high you just be in outer space. But a man can also make you feel low. Real low. And he can keep you there. Keep you down. If you let him. Don't even worry about feeling used. It's just temporary. Everyone gets used. Men use women, women use men. Just face the fact you're going to be used. But if you feel so used, you ain't got nothing left, if the man ain't giving you the energy you need to love his ass... even when he's acting like a bastard, you need to let it go. If you ain't got nothing to give yourself or your baby... you won't have it to give to him.
Yvette: Hey, girl.
Sharika: What you doing?
Chris: Are you on the damn phone again? Get off the phone.
Yvette: What's all that noise? Are you okay?
Sharika: That's Chris. The nigga is trippin'. We've been drinking that Thug Passion.
Chris: Get off the phone, bumping your gums, talking to them hos.
Sharika: You made up with that nigga Jody yet?
Yvette: No. I ain't thinking about him.
Sharika: Yeah, right. Jody know that's his pussy.
Yvette: I won't put up with his shit no more.
Chris: Am I invisible?
Sharika: I feel you.
Chris: Hello! Lights on. Anyone home?
Sharika: I definitely feel you.
Chris: Get off the goddamn phone and come here, so I can drop it off in your drawers! Damn!
Sharika: These niggas trip when they think hey own you. You need to check him.
Chris: You need to check these nuts in your mouth.
Sharika: Shut the fuck up! You see I'm on the damn phone! Shut your motherfucking ass up!
Chris: Fuck them hos! You always talk to them bitches about their relationships. Attend to your nigga!
Sweet Pea: I don't wanna reach the gates and Jesus be like: "Turn yo ass around nigga."
Melvin: You know what your problem is, baby boy? You got shit all twisted. You got an Oedipus complex. You want your mamma to be your woman, but this is my woman. *My* woman!
Rodney: [about to be killed] Shoot me you punk motherfucker! I done seen everything, except Christ anyway. motherfuckers. *Shoot me*! Shoot me!
Jody: Today I begin a new life. I am the master of my abilities... and today will be a great and beautiful day. Pea, are you a buyer or a seller?Wh
Sweet Pea: What?
Jody: Look at yourself. How many millionaires you got on? I count at least three.
Sweet Pea: What are you talking about?
Jody: Pea! Look around, man. You see what I see? I see money. Look at my man over there selling T-shirts. A brother selling pies and papers. Cake Man over there.Everybody moving, making money. Right? While we're standing still, being broke. I figured all this shit out, man. All this. This world moves forward through transactions. Commerce, nigga. The exchange of goods and services. All the real ballin', successful folks are sellers. All the broke-ass people playing catch-up are buyers. I ain't trying to go out like that. I'm gonna be a seller. I'm gonna get my own business. Change the game.
Sweet Pea: Want me to take him out?
Jody: Nah. Let the nigga breathe. He make my momma unhappy, we will make his ass bleed. On the real. Make him feel the steel. Long as she happy, he got his life. Won't be no strife. And I hope his ass hear me, too.
Melvin: I hear you. You know the problem with you little niggas? You think you know everything about the world, but you don't know shit.
Yvette: Jody, I know you love me. I also know you fuck other girls. I don't like it, but I know you. So just be real with me. Man, you gone be honest or what?
Jody: If you can take it. You're starting to get on my nerves with this shit Yvette.
Yvette: I'm getting on your nerves? And you're the one fucking around. You get with any of them girls you sell dresses to?
Jody: A few. There. You feel better now? I love you, girl. You got my son and you probably gone be my wife. You want me to be honest?
Yvette: Yeah, I do.
Jody: You're my woman. Them other ho's is tricks. I make love to you, I want to be with you, but I fuck other females occasionally. I don't know why, I just do. That's the situation. You feel better now? That's some honesty for yo ass. Deal with it. I love you enough to be honest.
Yvette: Jody, If you loved me, you wouldn't lie to me all the time. Move!
Jody: Hold on. You got it all twisted up! I lie 'cause I do love you. Being honest would mean I don't give a fuck. Out on the street, I tell the ho's the truth. I lie to you because I care about your feelings.
Jody: Yvette. Hi, baby. Baby, don't be mad at me. It ain't my fault. I love you.
Yvette: What is it Jody I'm listening.
Jody: Some Mexican stole your car.
Yvette: They what? Jody.
Jody: You hear?
Yvette: I hear.
Jody: You still got that tracking thing on?
Jody: Cool. We'll find it in like 30 minutes. Call the po-po's and tell them what's up.
Yvette: I ain't doing that.
Jody: Why not?
Yvette: Because I know who stole my car.
Jody: Who? Tell me who stole your car baby and I'll go get it back for you.
Yvette: I stole my car Jody.
[Hangs Up Phone]
Sweet Pea: I'm not going to use the b-word. I just call y'all unstable creatures.
Juanita: I got a date. You say I look "all right." I look good!
Juanita: Are you trying to be a salesman or a shyster? You buy from a shyster, you feel like you got took. You buy from a good salesman and you feel lucky.
Sweet Pea: I got to ask my woman, and her mama for money! How you think I feel huh? You think I feel like a man? This shit is tearing me up, cuz. It's eating me alive.
Jody: That's a pack of condoms girl what you doin with that?
Yvette: Jody, please go away.
Jody: You got your neighbors snooping! Girl open this door!
Yvette: Go, before you get me put out!
Jody: Fuck you, Yvette.
Yvette: Fuck me? After all the shit I put up with, with you! Fuck me Jody? Fuck you!
Jody: Hit Mr. Alize there. He tried to take my liquor. Do him first.
Sweet Pea: You got to get up close. You kind of draw back. Not too far, though. Aim for the nose or mouth. Prefaly the nose, it's soft.
Jody: Prefaly huh?
Sweet Pea: Nigga, you know what I mean.
Jody: Peanut, what you doing?
Jody: You miss me? You love me?
Jody: You hear me? You love me?
Peanut: What do you want Jody, I'm busy.
Jody: You ain't doing shit. Come get me so I can give you a sample.
Peanut: What? I ain't coming to get your ass! You ain't got your other baby momma's ride tonight?
Jody: Why you doing all that?
Peanut: Tell you what. When I want some dick, maybe I'll call you. And you can find a way to get here. Okay?
Rodney: Mornin', scrub. Built yourself a little fort? I don't give a fuck about your fort.
[Kicks fort of pillows]
Joe Joe: I hate you!
Rodney: I hate you too lil nigga. You ain't my son.
Rodney: What's happening, baby? I'm home. Damn, what you got to eat in this motherfucker? Shit, I'm hungry as FUCK!
Melvin: That's what it's all about. Guns and butter, baby! You little dumb motherfuckers.
Jody: [watching Popeye the Sailer on T.V] Popeye you're bitch ass ain't gonna do shit.
Juanita: You know you're really starting to get on my last nerve with all this little shit between you and Melvin. I'm tired of it!
Jody: What? This my house too!
Juanita: Your house? Your house? Do you pay any bills up in this motherfucker? Do you fix anything around here? When's the last time you paid a bill? All you do is eat, sleep and shit! Walking around here like you King Tut or somebody... be no mess about who's house this is... this is my house! Mine! And if I wanna bring a man all up and through here, I'll bring a man all up and through here! That's my say! Not yours!
Jody: What else do I need to know?
Juanita: Sizes. You got to know a woman's size on sight. Before she tells. Don't wait for her to tell you. You should know. Compliment them, even if they big and ugly.
Patrice: Especially if they are. Like Bernice
Juanita: That's a big bitch.
Winston: How much?
Jody: I'll let it go for $40.
Jody: Look, $35. That's the lowest I can go. You're killing me.
Winston: Okay, $35.
Jody: Thank you.
Winston: I'll squeeze my tiny ass up in this... upstage these bitches in here. You like it girl? Cute?