- Chelsea: Mina, what am I gonna do? I barely make enough to pay you for babysitting, much less to keep this house, and I'm wasting my time with guys like Dwight. I need somebody serious, somebody to love me again... somebody to help me.
- Slick: Well, fuck you, too, man! How was I supposed to know your lazy ass would still be in bed this late?
- Slick: Who you gettin' loud with, motherfucker? You asked me a question, I answered your pussy-ass! What's up?
- Chante: You a damn fool for doin' that shit.
- Dee: No more than you are, for sellin' it.
- Chante: Hey, it's called survival, brother. You're just killin' yourself.
- Dee: What the fuck. Are you my conscience, now? You give me the shit, and then criticize me for doin' it. Does that make any fuckin' sense?
- Chante: Forget it.
- Dee: Done!
- Chante: What fuckin' world you livin' in, Gabe? You think you can just go around, pointin' guns at people? Who you think you are?
- Gabriel: I'm your bitch sister's husband. That gives me the right.
- Dee: I dare you to shoot me, motherfucker. Think you can handle it?
- Gabriel: Don't push me. I'm immune to guilt.
- Chante: Obviously. You wouldn't keep beatin' the shit outta Mel if you weren't... Some husband.
- Chante: So you've had some time to think about our situation, and you've decided to make it my fault? Fuck that!
- Boo: Man, fuck that shit. What I believe in was just pressed against your dome. If I can't shoot it, spend it or fuck it, it don't mean shit to me.
- Boo: Man, I don't give a fuck about her, and I damn sure don't give a fuck about you, so I got no reason to lie to yo' bitch-ass!
- Dee: I know how it is, man... You come home - or, in your case, wake up - pound down a few, and then take your frustrations out on your woman. I've done it. Shit, what man hasn't?
- Dee: Now if you were married to Chante, I'd have to kill you for real. Mel was adopted, though, and I never liked her much.
- Dee: By the way, your boy Kyle's been taken care of... Now you can keep fuckin' his wife with a clear conscience.
- Gina: That's a nice fantasy, but I couldn't do that to Kyle. He'd have to be out of the picture before I could run off with you... and what are the chances of that happening?
- Chante: Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you. Me and Dee will take care of Gabe, believe that shit. And then you better lay an apology on me, or this is the last time I'm helpin' your ass.