Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Sparky.

Get out of the way! Move! Just move!

I'm not. We ain't little no more.

...don't let me catch you with your finger in my sugar bowl.

It's gonna feel real good to pay my taxes.

DAY-DAY: Look at them tig old bitties. God!

All right. Thanks, unc.

- I know you love that car. -Hell, yeah.

- What's up? What are you doing? -This is a nice house, man, for real.

- Come here, Cheeco! Come here. DEBO: Get your hands off me!

I got the only house on the block paid for.

- Yeah, I did. LIL JOKER: Karla?

Tape their mouths shut.

- What? -Come on, nigga.

[DAY-DAY GROANS]

Keep that car. You make sure you get that fixed.

- Here I come. -Will you bring your ass?

I almost spilled my 'yac on this $200 suit ni**a...

You keyed my shit. Bitch, you keyed my--

- Ain't that right, nephew? -Yeah.

CRAIG: Come on. Stay down.

[SUGA AND ELROY SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Players fuck up

Taste good. Don’t it Taste… taste it. Ahhhhh

That don't look like Day-Day to me.

You want me to wait here so Cheeco can bite me in my ass?

Off your ass And on your feet

Hey, black man can jump, ése.

- Yeah, that's my cousin. -Good. Then you fired.

- Hmm. -I been bitten by every dog in the world...

It looks like a dead mayate with a loud shirt.

huggin and shit just standin there

Since you grown, don't bring your black ass back home.

- Heh. Yeah. -Just clean, fresh air. Just smell.

Think they really went to the moon?

CRAIG: Come on. Let's go. Get up.

SOME PEOPLE ARE RUDE!!!!!!!!!!!

- All right. You coming in? -Oh, hell, no, I ain't going in there.

Get the fuck out of here. You're ruining my company.

He been doo-dooing a long time.

If my brothers weren't so overprotective...

Better open that window before the smell get out, huh?

We end up with this crib and this bad motherfucker.

I told that hard-head boy to put that hose away and cut that grass.

- Mr. Jones. -Stanley?

- I'll do that. -Better sooner than later.

- Suga? SUGA: Huh?

They're just assholes.

Good boy. Come on. Here you go.

Get off my ass, man.

Count the green, get in between those titties.

I hope the, uh, Cracker Killers pay well.

I can't taste nothing. My tongue is numb, man.

Fake-ass Brady Bunch.

I got your bitch right here.

Freeze! Sheriff's Department!

- Stop playing. DAY-DAY: I broke a butt cheek.

JOKER: You guys are better than the Soul Train dancers.

You walked? You can't be walking around this white neighborhood. You look suspect.

CRAIG: Motherfucker.

[DAY-DAY MUMBLING]

JOKER: You're stupid! -I'll be back in a bit. Bye.

I play for the Cucamonga Cracker Killers.

Come on! Move it, hood rat. Get your ass out of here.

You better quit the bullshit.

Don't be stepping on those flowers, motherfucker. I just planted that shit.

Put some hot sauce on my burrito! But they're spicy and good on my chicken sandwiches

Hey Work Tasks You got knocked the fuck out!

Get down. Get down. Get down.

Motherfucker, you better stop.

you got knocked the f*** out

JOKER: Ding ding, school's in, bitch.

- Hey, Craig. -Hey, unc!

i love thursdays & fridays

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

...because I got me a jizz-ob.

Look at them tig old bitties. God damn!

But ever since y'all moved out here, we lost touch or something.

I'm about to show y'all who the real Puff Daddy is!

i love thursdays & fridays

Can you, um, show me where the jazz section is?

Joker, this is some bullshit.

Uh, as you can see, I'm a little preoccupied right now.

I'm beginning to like Rancho Cucamonga.

-It's smelling pretty bad. -Get the fuck out of my face!

Roach, I need you to occupy that dog long enough for me and Day-Day to take a look.

Unc, who is that out with Day-Day's car?

Just pick the phone up.

Can’t get ya money from ya bitches ya busted ya stitches

...I'd have you call the house, but for

Tyrone! Tyrone!

Yeah, boy, the rematch.

- I'll show you how to knock on a door. -What? Stop.

- What? -I'm gonna tell you one more time.

CRAIG: Sorry. -Come on, man.

Butterflies, your ass. I'm about to go home.

[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

you got knocked the f*** out!

If Pinky come in and see you doing...

That's right. Ha, ha. Look what I got. Heh.

Don't you know it's good to me?

Come here. Come on. Get over here.

Like I was saying, Cheeco...

Get the fuck outta my face stanley !

I thought it came from drinking 40s because she had beer on her breath.

Punk ass Punk ass

Yeah, I broke up with her two months ago...

DAY-DAY: How did you get out here? -I walked.

She sprayed a pimp!

- What? -Yeah, yeah.

- What are you doing? -Huh?

- Heh, heh. Good job. Good job. DEBO: Craig!

- Why she didn't just kick them out? -We tried.

DAY-DAY AND ROACH [IN UNISON]: Bologna?

Believe them fleas and ticks sucking on your brain.

Good boy. Good boy.

- What's up? -What do we got?

Go back upstairs and put on some damn clothes!

Not now. Come on.

I wish we hit the lotto and came up on a million dollars like y'all.