Robert 'Granddad' Freeman: Huey, say something deep.
Huey Freeman: Huh?
Robert 'Granddad' Freeman: I ain't got all day, boy. Be deep.
Huey Freeman: [sighs] "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." - Khalil Gibran
Dewey: Didn't rhyme.
Riley Freeman: [after Dewey's poem] BOOOO! Ay, Erykah Ba-Dewey! That was real gay, my nigga! Cut that out!
Cairo: Shut up Riley!
Huey Freeman: What's wrong with you, Cairo? That nigga's corny!
Cairo: Corny? Nigga, you're corny! At least he's here! Why don't you go follow yo punk ass grandaddy back to Whitesville, fake nigga!
[Huey punches Cairo and they fight; Riley glares at Dewey and Dewey runs away]
Riley Freeman: Don't run nigga, I see you!
Mo Gunz Jackson: Well, I got somethin' here to give you, that's very near and dear to me, playa pimp.
[Granddad opens the suitcase; there is a jar of nuts]
Mo Gunz Jackson: DEEZ NUTS, NIGGA! Hahahahaha! Gotcha, nigga! From beyond the grave! You'll never be able to get me back, nigga! Hahahaha...