Ill Shut Up but When You Leave Ill Be Talking Again
Friday (1995)
Smokey: I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; merely I'chiliad gonna get you lot high today, 'cause information technology's Fri; you lot ain't got no job... and y'all ain't got shit to practice.
Craig Jones: We own't got no carbohydrate.
Smokey: No sugar? Damn. Y'all ain't never got ii things that match. Either y'all got Kool-aid, no saccharide. Peanut butter, no jelly. Ham, no burger. Daaamn.
Smokey: I got heed control over Deebo. He exist like "shut the fuck upward." I be quiet. But when he exit, I be talking again.
Smokey: Recollect information technology ,Write it down, accept a motion-picture show, I don't give a fuck.
Smokey: Weed is from the earth. God put this hither for me and you. Take reward man, take reward.
Old Lady: Are you prepared for Jehovah's return? 'Cause if you lot're not, nosotros've got a pam...
[Craig slams the door in their faces]
Old Lady: Well fuck you lot. Half-dead motherfucker. Come on, sister.
Smokey: Puff puff, give. Puff puff, give. You fuckin' upwardly the rotation.
[Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun]
Mr. Jones: What's that for?
Craig Jones: Protection.
Mr. Jones: Protection? Protection from who?
Craig Jones: Me and Smokey... I got to walk Smokey down to his business firm.
Mr. Jones: Aw, homo. Your mother and I never woulda moved to this neighborhood if nosotros had known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
Craig Jones: You lot know how it is around here.
Mr. Jones: Oh, no, son, that'south not the mode it is. Y'all kids today are nothin' merely punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. You're scared to take an ass-whippin'.
[he holds up his fists]
Mr. Jones: This is what makes you a man. When I was growin' up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, yous lose some, but you live. You alive to fight another twenty-four hour period. And you retrieve you lot're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?
Craig Jones: I'yard a human without it.
Mr. Jones: Put the gun down.
[Craig does so]
Mr. Jones: C'monday, put up your dukes.
[Craig raises his fists]
Mr. Jones: NOW you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to notice out the hard way. 22 years old. Yous got a choice. This is all you demand. All right?
[Pastor Clever drives up as Smokey rolls a articulation]
Craig Jones: Put that out, human, hither come up the pastor.
Smokey: For what? Probably smoke bud likewise.
Pastor Clever: How ya doin', Blood brother Craig? How ya doin'?
Craig Jones: I'm all right.
Pastor Clever: Um, say, um, by chance is Sister Jones in?
Craig Jones: Nope. Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work.
Smokey: [under his jiff] Where yo' donkey need to be, nigga.
[he starts rolling again]
Pastor Clever: 'Scuse me, blood brother. What we telephone call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church, nosotros call a sinny-siiiiin-sin.
Smokey: [singing] Well, 'round here, betwixt Normandie and Western, we call this here a little xx-twen-twen... niggaaaaa!
Pastor Clever: Why don't ya merely give me a little bit for my cataract.
Smokey: You didn't put in on this, man.
Pastor Clever: It's better to give than receive, my blood brother.
Craig Jones: [looking across the street at Mrs. Parker] Expect, look, look, she bendin' over!
Pastor Clever: Lord have mercy! The Lord is my shepherd, he know what I want. Alibi me, brother.
[he walks away]
Pastor Clever: Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker! Tin can I talk to you for a minute, Mrs. Parker?
Smokey: [to Craig] Told ya. The weed be lettin' ya know... evil lurks.
Smokey: Older the drupe, the sweeter the juice.
Craig Jones: Man, it's the blacker the drupe, the sweeter the juice.
Smokey: Yeah, well she blacker than a motherfucker too.
Smokey: [afterward Craig knocks out Deebo] You got knocked the fuck out, man! Give me my goddamn money...
[Smokey takes $200 from a knocked-out Deebo]
Smokey: Payback's a motherfucker, ain't it? Nigga!
[walking away]
Smokey: Pow! Pow, Prisoner of war, POW!
Red: [punches Deebo as he's getting up and takes chain dorsum] My grandmama gave me this concatenation!
Ezal: [slowly walks to Deebo] Deebo? DEEBO! Man, you shoulda been bobbin' and weavin'! Look 'it at ya! GET Upwards! Since you ain't, maybe I'll take these shoes!
[struggling to take Deebo's shoe off]
Ezal: Big... foot... motherfucker, you tin *have* ya knife! 'Cause I *STEAL*, I don't *Impale*.
Mrs. Jones: Craig, you know what your problem is? You have no game.
Craig Jones: What practise you know nigh game? I got ALL the game.
Mrs. Jones: Now your father... he got game.
Mr. Jones: [coming out of the bathroom] Don't nobody go in the bath for about 35, 45 minutes. Somebody open up a window.
Craig Jones: You telephone call that game?
Mr. Jones: Every fourth dimension I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen. In the goddamn refrigerator. Eatin' up all the food. All the chitlins... All the pigs' feet... All the collard greens... All the hog maws. I wanna eat them chitlins... I like pigs' anxiety.
Smokey: [at the ice cream truck] What's up, Big Perm?... I mean Big Worm?
Smokey: Why you non goin' to work?
Craig Jones: I got fired yesterday.
Smokey: No shit? I thought you had the solar day off yesterday.
Craig Jones: I did. I went in to pick upwardly my check, came home, my supervisor called me about four o'clock, told me he got me on tape stealing boxes.
Smokey: The fuck yous stealing boxes for? What you trying to build, a clubhouse?
Craig Jones: Hell, no, ain't got me on tape. Simply they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' most pressin' charges.
Smokey: Goddamn! Y'all've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your twenty-four hour period off.
Ezal: Smokey, you know I ain't the smartest man in the world, but, from back hither information technology look like you're takin a shit.
Joi: [Mrs. Jones manus Craig phone] How-do-you-do?
Joi: Who the fuck you go to the show with terminal night?
Craig Jones: I didn't get to the testify terminal night.
Joi: You lot ain't got to lie Craig, yous ain't got to lie...
Craig Jones: Ain't nobody lyin, I didn't go to the prove last nighttime.
Joi: Yep you did! Cause my sis-in-law's baby cousin Tracy, she told me she went to the show terminal night, and she saw yous there all Hugged Up wit some Tramp. Now tell me who she was.
Craig Jones: Yo sister-in-law's babe cousin Tracy is a goddamn...
[Craig realzes his mom is still in the room]
Craig Jones: ... Yea, she a, she a liar. She ain't see me at no movies hugged up wit nobody.
Joi: Mmm-hmm yep,yeah, well permit me tell you what. You just tell the bitch, whoeva she is, when I grab her, Imma beat her donkey!
Craig Jones: For well-nigh people, Friday's merely the mean solar day before the weekend. But after this Fri, the neighborhood'll never be the same.
[Smokey taking a crap outside]
Smokey: You better not tell anybody homo.
Ezal: Human being, I'm non, man.
Smokey: Continue it on the down depression.
Ezal: Alright brother. Damn.
[Looks around and yells]
Ezal: Hey, Smokey back here taking a shit!
Smokey: Ezal!
Ezal: Well, I won't tell anybody else.
Smokey: [later on breaking into Stanley's firm] We got about ii hundred dollars.
Deebo: *I* got almost ii hundred dollars.
Felisha: I need to borrow your car right quick.
Smokey: What kinda shit is that? Most people wanna infringe saccharide. Or fifty-fifty ketchup. You wanna infringe my machine? Hell naw! Go the hell on.
Felisha: Well, allow me infringe a articulation.
Smokey: You need to borrow a job. With yo' broke donkey. E'er trying to fume upward somebody's shit. Get the hell on, Felisha.
Felisha: I'ma remember that.
Smokey: Call back it. Write it down, take a motion-picture show, I don't requite a fuck!
Felisha: Tsk.
[realizes she can try her luck with Craig]
Felisha: Craig.
Craig Jones: [not bothering to look at her] Cheerio, Felisha.
Felisha: Damn. Y'all stingy.
[she leaves]
Red: [after having his necklace snatched by Deebo] Hey, homo, why didn't y'all assistance me!
Smokey: [slouching in his chair] Man, I'yard high.
Cherry-red: Man, that'due south fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped you lot.
Craig Jones: What about the time he tried to asphyxiate me in Smoke's backyard?
Red: [pause, thinks almost it] Oh, that was unlike.
Ezal: Aw, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. God. Oh, I'm hurt. Oh, my neck, my back, my neck and my back. Oh, I want $150,000, but we can settle out of court right now for 20 bucks.
Janitor: Man, get your punk ass upwards. It ain't even wet over here. Damn.
Smokey: Why don't yous tell your daddy to comb his damn hair, look similar some spiders is having a meetin' on his head.
Big Worm: Playing with my coin is like playing with my emotions, Smokey.
Red: My pops told me to ask for my bike dorsum... you know I wouldn't trip.
Smokey: [sees Big Worm drives away] Florida Evans-looking motherfucker.
Mrs. Jones: [looks at Ms. Parker in a disgusted way and says to herself] Look at her... She know she ought to be ashamed of herself comin' out here lookin' like that.
[Yells and Waves]
Mrs. Jones: HEY GIRL!
Mrs. Parker: [Waves dorsum] Hey, how y'all doin'?
Mrs. Jones: Fine I'm on my way to work.
Mrs. Parker: Call me when you lot get home...
Mrs. Jones: [fakely] OK...
Dana Jones: [afterwards Craig punches Deebo out] He thinks he'south the Mack...
Mr. Jones: Hehe. Macaroni.
Smokey: Human being that fool just playin' human, I ain't trippin.
Craig Jones: That'southward yo problem. Aint' nobody playin' but you. Yous walk upward and down the street all day playin'. He aint' playin' y'all recall he playin' 'tour his money? He know where my momma stay know where you momma stay. He say he had a gun when you seen him right?
Smokey: Yeah
Craig Jones: Well name i person in the hood that play like that!
Ezal: Smoke, buy me a 40oz for my birthday.
Smokey: Today your birthday?
Ezal: What'south today?
Smokey: I've been smokin' always since I was two.
Big Worm: [as Craig halluncinates seeing Big Worm's head in the kitchen cabinet] You smoking my weed too? I gonna kill you and Smokey because you playin' with my emotions...
[as Craig slams his cabinet door close]
Big Worm: Yous heard? Hey!
Mr. Jones: [Mr. Jones snoring and talking in his slumber] Requite me the ii piece special. Lots of hotsauce and all the fries you tin can give me. Thank you, give thanks yous.
[terminal lines]
Smokey: [on phone] Yeah, I got your coin. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk ass, busta ass, Jheri coil wearin' ass friends come down here to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with.
Big Worm: First of all, don't be callin' here similar you lot some direct upward "1000", 'crusade I'll cut your balls off and mitt 'em to you, partner. I had to warn you too many times virtually my money, Smokey. You see, information technology's the principle of the whole thing. There'southward principalities in this.
Smokey: Yeah, well... I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself adjacent time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'm through with this shit.
[hangs up, then lights a articulation]
Smokey: [to the viewer] I was just bullshittin'! And you know this, man!
Craig Jones: I ain't trying to be no dog-catcher!
Mr. Jones: Why not?
Craig Jones: I don't fifty-fifty like dogs!
Mr. Jones: That's the beauty of it! I grab a dog, and I choke him, and I boot the shit out of him! All day long, my foot upwardly a canis familiaris'southward ass! Only bang-bang-blindside up his ass! That's my pleasure.
Craig Jones: No, thanks.
Mr. Jones: Well, I'll tell you one thing: round here, you become to work, y'all go to school. First of the month, the rent is due. If you own't got nothin' on the tabular array, you own't gotta worry about catchin' a dog - Yous gotta worry about a dog catchin' YOUR ass!
Mr. Jones: [in toilet] Boy, bring your ass up in here. What you talkin' 'bout, you expect 'til I come up out? I smelled your shit for 22 years, at present you can smell mine for five minutes.
Deebo: What's upwardly, Stanley?
[No response]
Deebo: Well, fuck you, then, punk.
Rita: Ooooh, What's up?
Smokey: Not a damn thannng!
Smokey: [about Red] He gonna cry in the auto.
Smokey: [tearing through Craig'south open up bedroom window curtain] Break yo' self Fool!
Craig Jones: Human, wait what you lot did to my pall. You better picket that window y'all climbing in fool 'fo y'all become blasted on.
Smokey: With what? Yous ain't got nothin' human being.
Craig Jones: With this!
[pointing his Glock at Smokey]
Smokey: Human, Where you get that from?
Craig Jones: Yo Mama.
Smokey: Fuck you!
Craig Jones: Fuck yous! He he he
[chuckling]
Smokey: Come on exterior human, and stop playing.
Craig Jones: Gotta get dressed.
Smokey: Hurry Upwardly!
Craig Jones: Don't tell me to bustle up!
Smokey: [calling Big Worm on his phone] Hey um, did somebody... page Smokey?
Large Worm: [5.o. on phone] Don't play impaired nigger, you know who the is! You got my money?
Smokey: I own't got it, but I'm gonna become it.
[Big Worm hangs up]
Craig Jones: What happened?
Smokey: Man he just hung upwardly... I retrieve we better stay in the firm.
Smokey: You lot know Craig? Craig got fired!
Big Worm: What the fuck that gotta do wit me?
Craig Jones: Baby you got some money?
Joi: Some huh! Umm... Nigga how much you need?
Craig Jones: Near $200.
Joi: mm... I guess... What yous gon give me?
Felisha: Craig
[clap clap]
Felisha: , Craig
Craig Jones: What!
Felisha: Tin I borrow y'all VCR? I need to dub a tape...
Craig Jones: Hell Naw
[Walkin away]
Felisha: Its "The Mack"!
Joi: Um... who the fuck is that bitch... fuck u mothafucka... u think u slick... gon come up ova here and ask me for some coin... well inquire that bitch for some money
[scurrrrrrrrr goes the car]
Craig Jones: [Pushes Deebo] Deebo man you trippin!
Deebo: [Evil Look] Whatchu say piffling nigga
Craig Jones: Human thats a female!
Deebo: Shut your lilliputian punk ass upward, nigga before I drop you similar I did this bitch!
[Takes out long knife]
Craig Jones: I own't even tryin to fight you Deebo.
Deebo: [Deebo presumes to give evil look then smiles] Ezal!
[Gives knife to Ezal]
Deebo: you lot ain't gonna fight me considering your zero but a Bitch TOO!
[Pushes Craig]
Craig Jones: [Craig pulls out his gun]
Craig Jones: What I'grand trippin on, is how you gonna sell bud, when you smoke it?
Smokey: I don't know. That's my merely trouble.
Craig Jones: Big Worm gonna fuck you up.
Smokey: Big Worm ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, homo.
Craig Jones: All right...
Deebo: Come on Smoke, Stanley left his window open up.
Smokey: I can't I'thou on probation.
Deebo: Stop being a bitch and come on.
Joann: Damn, Fume, don't be banging on the door like you the damn po-lice.
Mr. Jones: At present when I went to bed terminal nighttime. Didn't I tell yous accept out the trash?
Craig Jones: Yeah.
Mr. Jones: And so, why didn't you do it?
Craig Jones: I roughshod asleep.
Mr. Jones: I wish you was sleeping correct now, I knock you upside your head with a left claw make your ass wake up and accept out that damn trash.
Craig Jones: [Craig goes to the trash tin can to dump out his cereal]
Mr. Jones: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?
Craig Jones: I'm throwing this away. Nosotros ain't even got no milk.
Mr. Jones: Yous improve put some water on that damn shit!
Craig Jones: Alright, I'll eat it.
Mr. Jones: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Take the garbage out front son!
Mrs. Jones: [Talking to Dana] You lot run across what I said to tell us earlier yous go out the business firm.
Debbie: [Talking to Felisha] Look at your confront! Look at your face!
Felisha: It's going to exist okay.
Debbie: No, wait at your face.
Debbie: [Talking to Deebo] Who exercise you call up y'all are?
Deebo: Girl what are you lot talking about?
Debbie: You know what I'grand talking about, punk. You hit my sister like if she was a fucking man.
Deebo: She had no concern going through my pants when I was asleep!
Debbie: My sister don't need to steal nothing from your broke ass all right.
Deebo: Information technology's best for you to have your ass home.
Debbie: I'Grand NOT SCARED OF Y'all! All these niggas around hither might be scared of you, just I'm non.
Deebo: [Throws the bicycle and stands up] Yous Accept YOUR Ass Abode!
Debbie: NO, FUCK Yous! You're lucky I'chiliad not a man, otherwise I kick yo ass myself.
Deebo: [Slaps Debbie in the face] SHUT UP!
Craig Jones: I felt sorry for Smokey, 'crusade peer pressure is a motherfucker.
Craig Jones: Y'all better become your donkey off your shoulders and brand that money.
Smokey: [after smoking marijuana in the car with Hector and his friend, he finds himself running downward the street in his white A-shirt and white briefs] The next thing I know, I was runnin' down the street in my damn drawers!
Joann: Smokey, I need yous to become to the store and get me some cigarettes
Smokey: Give me the money
Joann: [she hands smokey one dollar]
Smokey: Wait, Wait, Wait, Await a minute, what's this? This ain't plenty
Joann: Brand information technology plenty
Smokey: DAMN!
Hector: [while smoking with Smokey] Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, holmes!
Smokey: I know what I'g doin', homo! Shut the fuck up!
[Hector and his friend laugh at him]
Smokey: [talking well-nigh Mrs. Parker] Damn, I'd knock the dust off that pussy!
[Big Worm arrived at Craig's house and Smokey comes to him. The license plate says "Big Worm"]
Smokey: What's upwardly, Big Worm?
Big Worm: How much yous got left?
Smokey: Man, I got to lot.
Big Worm: You still ain't sold that weed, Smokey?
Smokey: Man, I'thou trying to, Worm. Niggas are bankrupt these days.
Big Worm: I don't remember you're applying yourself, Smokey.
[interruption]
Large Worm: You're smoking my shit?
Smokey: Hell, no. Fuck with your shit? Hell, no.
Big Worm: Yous're smoking my shit?
Smokey: Homo, why would I do some shit like that?
Big Worm: I don't want have to fuck you upwards, Smokey. Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions.
Smokey: Worm! You're the last blood brother money, I'd mess with. I'll steal from my mama before I mess with your shit. Now you know this, human.
Big Worm: We'll run across.
[begins to leaves and drives away from Smokey]
Craig Jones: Homo what took y'all so long?
Deebo: This foo was scared man, he didn't even...
Stanley: [Interrupts Deebo and talks very irritated to Craig, Smokey and Deebo] Look fellas. I've asked yous nicely, but now I'1000 getting very irritated. For the last fourth dimension, would you stay off of my FRIGGING GRASS, Delight!
Smokey: Al'right man, sorry.
Stanley: Give thanks you.
[Smokey gives Stanley the middle finger and Stanley falls]
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