Riley Freeman: Look, fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on, fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the belt on it, fuck your gay-ass fairy faggot accent, fuck them cheap-ass cigars, fuck your yuck-mouth teeth, fuck your hairpiece, fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie, fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen. This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga. Now, get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you in the street, I'm slapping the shit out of you.
Riley Freeman: [voiceover] Cindy MacPhearson, AKA C-Murder. She had the whole Girl Scout cookie game on lock.
Girl Scout #1: What up, Cindy? Yo, I just seen this kid over there, right over there around the corner over there, and I know she ain't down with your team.
Cindy McPhearson: Who?
Girl Scout #1: I don't know. Some skinny big-headed bitch.
Cindy McPhearson: Word? Come on.
[they confront the rival Girl Scout]
Riley Freeman: [voiceover] She wasn't like Jazmine and Phil. Cindy was a G.
Cindy McPhearson: What you think you're doin' here?
Rival Girl Scout: You talkin' to me?
Cindy McPhearson: Yeah, I'm talkin' to you! Open your bag! What's in your bag? I'll kill you, bitch!
Girl Scout #1: Get her, Cindy, get her!
[the girls grab the screaming rival's bag and restrain her while Cindy keeps slapping her]
Girl Scout #1: C'mere! C'mere!
Riley Freeman: [voiceover] But what I really liked about her was that she had less compassion than the average girl.
Cindy McPhearson: [shoves the fleeing girl with her foot] Take off, bitch! This is *my* street!