Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

i love thursdays & fridays
- What are you doing? -Huh?
- I'll show you how to knock on a door. -What? Stop.
- What? -Yeah, yeah.
Taste good. Don’t it Taste… taste it. Ahhhhh
Just pick the phone up.
It looks like a dead mayate with a loud shirt.
Look at them tig old bitties. God damn!
DAY-DAY AND ROACH [IN UNISON]: Bologna?
Now, back up.
CRAIG: Motherfucker.
I DONT KNOW
- All right. You coming in? -Oh, hell, no, I ain't going in there.
huggin and shit just standin there
SOME PEOPLE ARE RUDE!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, black man can jump, ése.
-It's smelling pretty bad. -Get the fuck out of my face!
CRAIG: Sorry. -Come on, man.
Tyrone! Tyrone!
Uh, as you can see, I'm a little preoccupied right now.
JOKER: You guys are better than the Soul Train dancers.
Can you, um, show me where the jazz section is?
Better open that window before the smell get out, huh?
DAY-DAY: How did you get out here? -I walked.
[DAY-DAY GROANS]
Think they really went to the moon?
Can’t get ya money from ya bitches ya busted ya stitches
Yeah, I broke up with her two months ago...
Who?
you got knocked the f*** out!
Get that shit.
Joker, this is some bullshit.
Believe them fleas and ticks sucking on your brain.
Joker
- What? -Come on, nigga.
- Ain't that right, nephew? -Yeah.
[SUGA GRUNTS]
you got knocked the f*** out
[WOMAN LAUGHS]
Be a good boy.
...because I got me a jizz-ob.
You walked? You can't be walking around this white neighborhood. You look suspect.
Good boy. Come on. Here you go.
- Yeah, I did. LIL JOKER: Karla?
ELROY: Damn.
Junior.
That don't look like Day-Day to me.
JOKER: Ding ding, school's in, bitch.
Get the fuck out of here. You're ruining my company.
I almost spilled my 'yac on this $200 suit ni**a...
Unc, who is that out with Day-Day's car?
Not now. Come on.
Put some hot sauce on my burrito! But they're spicy and good on my chicken sandwiches
I'm beginning to like Rancho Cucamonga.
I can't taste nothing. My tongue is numb, man.
Since you grown, don't bring your black ass back home.
- I'll do that. -Better sooner than later.
I told that hard-head boy to put that hose away and cut that grass.
[ R ]
Freeze! Sheriff's Department!
CRAIG: Come on. Let's go. Get up.
Don't you know it's good to me?
I'm about to show y'all who the real Puff Daddy is!
It's gonna feel real good to pay my taxes.
You better quit the bullshit.
JOKER: You're stupid! -I'll be back in a bit. Bye.
[SUGA AND ELROY SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Get off my ass, man.
[YELLS]
Keep that car. You make sure you get that fixed.
- Heh, heh. Good job. Good job. DEBO: Craig!
Are you okay?
- Hey, Craig. -Hey, unc!
Yeah, boy, the rematch.
If my brothers weren't so overprotective...
Good boy. Good boy.
All right. Thanks, unc.
...don't let me catch you with your finger in my sugar bowl.
Boom, boom.
I got your bitch right here.
I got the only house on the block paid for.
I wish we hit the lotto and came up on a million dollars like y'all.
...I'd have you call the house, but for
Punk ass Punk ass
Off your ass And on your feet
Come here. Come on. Get over here.
Players fuck up
You keyed my shit. Bitch, you keyed my--
[HO-KY LAUGHS]
- I know you love that car. -Hell, yeah.
Go back upstairs and put on some damn clothes!
But ever since y'all moved out here, we lost touch or something.
Celtics in OT
- Mr. Jones. -Stanley?
- Come here, Cheeco! Come here. DEBO: Get your hands off me!
Fake-ass Brady Bunch.
Butterflies, your ass. I'm about to go home.
Come on!
He been doo-dooing a long time.
She sprayed a pimp!
- Here I come. -Will you bring your ass?
Roach, I need you to occupy that dog long enough for me and Day-Day to take a look.
I thought it came from drinking 40s because she had beer on her breath.
If Pinky come in and see you doing...
DAY-DAY: Look at them tig old bitties. God!
Get down. Get down. Get down.
Hey Work Tasks You got knocked the fuck out!
They're just assholes.
- Hmm. -I been bitten by every dog in the world...
- Suga? SUGA: Huh?
Get out of the way! Move! Just move!
- What's up? -What do we got?
Goofy bitch
- Stop playing. DAY-DAY: I broke a butt cheek.
Tape their mouths shut.
Don't be stepping on those flowers, motherfucker. I just planted that shit.
- Yeah, that's my cousin. -Good. Then you fired.
We end up with this crib and this bad motherfucker.
Thanks again.
Come on! Move it, hood rat. Get your ass out of here.
Get the fuck outta my face stanley !
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Heh. Yeah. -Just clean, fresh air. Just smell.
Rude-ass cops.
- Why she didn't just kick them out? -We tried.
You want me to wait here so Cheeco can bite me in my ass?
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
- What's up? What are you doing? -This is a nice house, man, for real.
CRAIG: Come on. Stay down.
[THUD]
Like I was saying, Cheeco...
[WHIMPERING]
[DAY-DAY MUMBLING]
That's right. Ha, ha. Look what I got. Heh.
Come on, Sparky.
Count the green, get in between those titties.
CRAIG: Damn.
i love thursdays & fridays
Motherfucker, you better stop.
- What? -I'm gonna tell you one more time.
I hope the, uh, Cracker Killers pay well.
I'm not. We ain't little no more.
I play for the Cucamonga Cracker Killers.