Issa: Why you assuming I like Drake? Daniel: Every black girl that went to college likes Drake. Issa: He just really gets us.
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Issa Dee
Issa: I’m starting to resent him. Like I spent my entire 20’s with a guy I’m not even gonna end up with. Molly: I mean, well you’re still 29, you have one more year. Issa: Bitch, you’re right. I don’t have time for the bullshit anymore. Molly: What are you saying? Issa: I’m breaking up with him…
Black women aren’t bitter, they’re just tired of being expected to settle for less.
Maybe I want to ask a nigga what he wants for breakfast and he replies, 'That pussy,' and he's talking about me, girl!
Do you want your man or not? Do you know your plans or not? You gon' back home or not? You gon' claim your throne or not? Is you Khaleesi? Or that other bitch whose name I don't remember?
Molly: You gotta fuck a lot of frogs to get a good frog. Issa: That’s not the saying. Or any saying.
I'm just saying why can't black men explore their sexuality without being labeled as gay or bi or whatever?
Molly: Chrissy Teigen has a dope-ass cookbook. Issa: Are you in the kitchen? Please get the fuck out.
Listen here, you gent, Columbus motherfucker. If you don't stay the fuck away... I don't know why I told you about this neighborhood because y'all take everything! Can we have anything?! Leave!
Have you noticed, Molly, that the common denominator in all your ‘can’t find a man’ bullshit is you? Yeah, let’s do the nigga rundown, Molly. One minute he’s too thirsty, the next minute he’s too distant. The next he’s too gay. And then when you find someone you actually like, you ruin it by doing…
Issa: Some other day, some shit went down — Kelli: Girl, did he hit you? Issa: What? No. Kelli: Okay, I like Lawrence, but I will go ape on that nigga, okay? Does he have a car? Issa: Kelli. Kelli: I'm gonna fuck that up first. Issa: He did not hit me. Okay? We're — we're just going through this,…
Tiffany: I taste stone fruit. Molly: And a little bit of pepper. Issa: I taste wine.
Issa: Can you teach me how to ho? Molly: Bitch, that's rude... and yes.
Molly: And I thought you said you didn't want him back. Issa: Bitch, of course I want my man back. What the fuck? I was lying.
I'm a liar, sweetie, I cheat on niggas, too. Probably shouldn't trust me or I'll hurt your feelings, boo. I don't wanna be here, but my ex won't take me back, so my broke ass is here, small talkin' over apps. I'm so dead inside, nigga, I cry every day. You should get the check and here's the tip —…
Molly: One day I looked up and my dick meter was all the way on E. Issa: Join the club, bitch. Dick on E, bank account on E. Life on E.