Count my money or party with bitches. Hundred and fitties or big ass titties. Count the green or get in between those titties.
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Deebo: Here come that dog truck. Shut your mouth! We about to fade to black. Craig Jones: [as Craig notices Deebo standing in front of the truck] Daddy, stop! [Mr. Jones screams] Deebo: Get your punk-ass out of the car Craig, this is the rematch! Get out of the car! Craig Jones: Punch it! Tyrone: [a…
Shit, nigga had me scared, but I held my own, fuck that.
[discussion about Day-Day's ex] Craig Jones: Psycho, huh? She must be worst than Left Eye from TLC or somethin'. Day-Day: Yeah, well, this fat bitch ain't burnin'!
Day-Day: I got the BGs. Craig Jones: What's the BGs? Day-Day: The bubble guts, I'm nervous and I'm bout to shit on myself.
Look, we cousins and everything, but don't be hooking me up with the *little* sister that's bigger than the *big* sister!
Uncle Elroy: [Suga falls on Craig's lap, face-down] Negro, what the hell you doing with my woman? Craig: I don't know. I must have...shit. Uncle Elroy: Suga? What the hell you doing with my nephew? Suga: I'm sorry, baby. I thought it was you. Uncle Elroy: Come on, baby. I'm faded, feeling X-rated. I…
[doing speed with Otto] Never broke into a car, never hot-wired a car. Never broke into a truck. 'I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm.' It's what I call the Repo Code, kid!
Pinky: Looky here, baby. You're hittin' them corners too goddamn fast. You need to slow this motherfucker down, you understand? I almost spilled my 'yak on this $200 suit, nigger. Come on, baby, keep it together. Pinky's Chauffeur: Yeah, whatever, motherfucker.
Pinky: [points a gun to Craig's head] Don't move! Or I'll blow your goddamn head smooth off. Now back up. Slowly! Don't say a word. Craig Jones: But I was jus... Pinky: [cuts Craig off] I said don't say a word! Pinky: [giggles] Little muthafucka gonna try and rob me. Well I'm-a show you how we do it…
Bud: Okay. Have a nice day, Uh, night. [to himself] Bud: Night, day, doesn't mean shit.
The exemption for freelance journalists — which some have only just learned about via their colleagues, press reports, social networks and/or spirited arguments with the bill's author on Twitter — contains what some say is a potentially career-ending requirement for a writer to remain a freelancer.
— Katie Kilkenny, Freelance Writers Scramble To Make Sense Of New California Law
Pinky: [sobbing] Day-Day...is this your cousin? Day-Day: [worried] Yeah, that's my cousin... Pinky: Good, 'cause you're fired! Day-Day: Who, me? Pinky: And Roach, you're fired, too! [Roach and Day-Day chattering] Oh, I heard that! Say it again! Say it again! [looks at Craig] I was just about to bust…
Otto: Bud, listen to me, you're sitting in a car worth $200,000 dollars. Look, if we turn it in, we'll split the money, 60/40, you and me. Bud: [laughs] Who gets the 60 kid? Otto: Well, I was figuring, since I found the car first, that... Bud: [Pulls out a gun] Otto: That you get it.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
Duke: The lights are growing dim, Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am. Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me. Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Otto: What happened to your old lady? Bud: My old lady? Oh, shit, I forgot all about her. Well, she'll take the bus. She's a rock.
Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a pl…
Bud: The guys that make it are the guys that get in their cars at any time. Get in at 3 AM, get up at 4. That's why there ain’t a repo man I know that don't take speed. Otto: Speed, huh? Bud: [snorts line of speed] Jesus Christ! Otto: [watches, grinning] He-he.
Don't care how long it takes, dildos! Repo Man's got all night, every night.