Sheneneh: [comes out of her apartment and sees Gina and Pam moving boxes] Ah! Well, well, well! Looky, looky, looky, looky, looky! Oh, I guess Martin done finally kicked you to the curb, huh, Gina? Well, send me a postcard from Bourgie-ville. Aha! Oh-ba-da...
Gina: For your information, Sheneneh...
[Sheneneh turns around and both are face to face with each other]
Gina: Oh, yes. I'm here.
Sheneneh: Oh, you're here?
Gina: Oh, yes.
Sheneneh: Well then say what you gotta say before I tear it. What's happening? What's happ...
Gina: I am not moving out. I'm moving in.
Sheneneh: [gasps] No! Pose. No!
Gina: Yes.
Sheneneh: You don't have my permission to move up in here!
Pam: Permission? Puh-lease. You ain't got to explain nothin' to her.
Sheneneh: Doot, doot! Doot-doot-doot! Must time repeat itself?
[Motions Gina to move out of her way]
Sheneneh: Move it along, move it along, bring it across! Now -
[Turns back to Gina who is close on her]
Sheneneh: - would you back up off me... rowr-rowr... before I tear it right down the middle? I'll snatch your grill from you. I'll snatch it. Take all your frets.
[Turns back to Pam]
Sheneneh: Now... I was not even talkin' to you, Cujo! I happen to be 3rd Floor Captain in this here building, a'ight? A'ight?
[Has here finger in Pam's face. Pam puts hers up to move Sheneneh's out of the way]
Pam: You better get that finger out...
Sheneneh: Don't you touch -
[Pam's finger breaks off Sheneneh's nail]
Sheneneh: Bitch done broke my nail!
[Both prepare to scrap]
Gina: Oh, no! Sheneneh, just stop it! Come on now!