Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, yeah.
- Blow? -Yeah, blow.
- Thanks, Miss Kym. DAY-DAY: Call me, man.
Call me Call me
DEBO: Craig, it ain't over, punk! Wait till I get out!
Smart guy.
[DEBO GROWLS]
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I knew you shouldn't... When you going home?
- Come on. DAY-DAY: Shit, man.
Man. Don't do that, man! You gonna burn my Pinky shirt up!
Do you see a red dot on my forehead my friend ?
Happy Birthday Enjoy your Day
...that X-Games shit off the counter, we get fired.
What's the BGs? The Bubble Guts!
My girl Me
How long we gotta ride in this stupid-ass van anyway?
What?
Come on, Taco Jim. Give me my money. Give me my money.
I'll be out in about 35, 45 minutes.
- Shit, man. -How much y'all got from the lottery?
- Who, me? PINKY: Yeah, you.
You all right? You bust your shit?
SUGA: Ooh, that's it, that's it. ELROY: Yeah, yeah.
You Uncle Willie's son. You don't play that shit.
We probably don't owe too much because we ain't been spending money that much.
[IN ENGLISH] You fucked him up for life! He's scarred!
[CRAIG CHUCKLES]
Sheree telling us about her wheels
Sorry.
i love thursdays.
She got a sister named Baby D. I'm telling you.
You ain't seen him getting nothing... Nothing to, uh, trying to make it--
Day-Day.
Why don't you give your Auntie Suga some sugar?
try again, M*****F*****.
Man, what we gonna do?
DAY-DAY: Come on, girl, you better go on with the bullshit.
- I don't think that shit gonna work. -Man, just do it!
Suga, my nephew Craig.
ROACH: All right. No doubt.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
No more locked doors!
This is wack. I can't get jiggy with this shit.
Fat bitches need love too, Craig
Junior.
Uh-oh.
Unc.
we gone win on thursday
BABY D: Open the door.
Jazz?
MAN: Someone just called to say Craig's in trouble.
They make me crazy and shit! I was locked up, ése!
...because the child-caring classes start on Wednesday.
- I got my cousin out here waiting on me. KARLA: So what?
...drop everything, Craig's in trouble. Come quick.
- Don't call me stupid. I'm sensitive. KARLA: Where's keys?
D.J. POOH: Got a bong, nfgga, or something we can... f?
Fat B**** Need Love Too Craig
Hey, what are you doing? Get the fuck off me!
[GRUNTS]
Mr nasty tiiiime!
But this fat bitch ain't burning. That ain't the cold part.
ICE CUBE: Let's break that shit out.
- Oh, shit. -Hey, hey. Wait.
I got to think of a way to get this money by tomorrow.
- Ugh, nothing but light beer for you. -Ha, ha.
CRAIG: Man, just go get the bologna. DAY-DAY: Man, shit.
D.J. POOH: Here, smoke.
DAY-DAY: Bobby Womack.
…Can’t get enough of your Uncle Elroy
I just hate to see a fine girl like you in a situation like this.
I got an urgent message For a nigga named Mr. Willie Jones
Come on, fool. You remember me, punk?
Playas fuck up
Get the fuck out of my face!
How you gonna have a restraining order, man, on your girl?
Just keep counting the money.
Lover boys, you hear that shit?
Thought you were gonna take me to see Mommy.
- Karla. -Craig and Karla.
Forgot about the business.
Just like you had in jail, the Commissary, without the wrapper.
Get tf outta my face Stanley
CRAIG: What's up? -Nice house.
Come to find out she's 6 months pregnant.
- No. -Hell, no. You ain't. No.
"Cody"
ELROY: Hey, send Betty my love!
CRAIG: Come on!
I got a little bud brownie.
WHO SENT YOU?!
And when he gets out, he's supposed to come and see me.
[JOKER AND BABY JOKER SPEAK IN SPANISH]
- Don't touch me, Willie! -Ain't nothing wrong with you.
[WHIMPERING]
Where the bathroom at?
Shit!
now, page me when you get a chance.
They the ones you want!
That's Joker. He just got out of the pen.
Don't mess with m'a milk'
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
Thank you.
Aye nigga
JONES: You win some. You lose some.
[CHEECO WHINING]
You welcome to anything in my house...
CRAIG: I ain't getting down. Watch out.
- I thought y'all wanted to buy a CD. -I do.
Damn! Who is that?
I don't give a damn how high you get in mine...
That ain't my baby.
[SIGHS]
She's outside. She wants you to talk to her.
She mean as hell.
Damn. I hate to hear that.
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]