Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good boy. Eat it up. Eat it up. Eat it up.

- I'm fired'? -And, Roach, you fired too.

- You digging that look, damn? -Damn.

- Craig, what you doing? -Nothing.

Hey, who locked the fucking door, huh?

Come on, come on. Give me my stuff.

- Yeah, a little bit. -A little bit?

...buying Viagra, tricking with these sack chasers around here...

You been chewing on this shit before you came in?

You ain't even help me. You sit there and watched her do the shit, Craig.

Try again, motherfucker!

I'm so sorry about what my brothers did to you this morning.

Boy, that woman gonna be the death of me one day. You watch.

- Nigga, this is how I-- -Pinky?

I don't know. Come on in.

[GRUNTS THEN GROANS]

Craig! Craig! Come on out of that house!

- It was the worst day of my fucking life! -Damn.

CRAIG: Psst. Hey.

My disc slipped in my back.

Day Day Is My ........ Shut Up

Guess I'm gonna have to kill that dad of his too, when I get through with Craig.

Look at my seals Yall play too much

ELROY: It's the Bombay!

...he'd still have a job by now.

Oh, get your hands off my ass, girl. Let me go!

Yeah, right. Oh, shit.

When you getting beside yourself.

Yeah, I know the story.

We forgot to count that shit. Hey, get up.

- Call me! WOMAN 'l: What a jerk-.

[IN ENGLISH] Maybe that other chanate took it. Remember him?

High-heeled shoes on, man, walking on that shag rug...

Uncle Elroy I was gone

What you been eating, girl?

The urgent message is: drop everything. Craig's in trouble. Come quick.

Man, it's been what, a year, since last

Tig ol’ bitties , GOD!

- I heard a vato's voice in here. -No, you didn't. Get out of my room.

- What you talking about? We ain't little? -Come on.

"Your house will be seized and auctioned...

Well, I'm gonna show you how we do it up here in Pinky's, nigga.

this is whack I can't get jiggy with this

- No problem. We gone. -Hold on a second.

- That's too much water. -No, it ain't.

He beat Debo ass.

She'll sit on your little ass. Craig, gotta do it.

Always hitting on somebody. Man, you sure you don't wanna stay?

You're acting like a little bitch right now, man.

- Thank you. SAGA: Oh, honey. Mm.

BABY D: Day-Day! -I'll just go do it.

I was hanging with this little white boy, and he got me into all kinds of shi...

CRAIG: Let me go, man!

Hell no, I ain't straight. Look at my eyes. They still red?

- You think they in there? CRAIG: They in there.

Excuse me, partner. That was a fucking ghetto knock I just did.

Thank God. Whew.

CLERK: Here it is.

- What's the BGs? -The bubble guts.

We ain't come to fuck up y'all little ménage á trois.

- Where's Craig? -He's in the house still.

Well, I ain't got time and got to go, Ms. Ho. I'm just kidding.

Here, Baby D! Get him!

Get tf out my face Stanley

Give me that bag. Let me take this stuff in the house.

Take me to Judge Judy, puto. Let's go.

ROACH: Yo, Day-Day, check it out.

I gotta think of a way to get-- "Huh?"

Don’t hit me please

Y'all can't fuck with the police

JUST HAVE A HEART MR.JOKER ITS ROACHY ROACH FRIDAY

- Uh, Bishop Tutu? -Try again, motherfucker.

Hundreds and fifties Or big ol’ fishy

Somebody help me, please! Help me, please!

ICE CUBE: Right now.

CRAIG: Excuse me.

Oh, my stomach hurts. Oh, man.

- Oh, yeah. -Yeah, dude. Oh, man.

I hope he dont get it

We better get the hell out of here.

Another Friday gone, another problem solved.

Hey young man... You got knocked the fuck out

That's wrong, ése. That's wrong. He did nothing to you.

[BOTH SINGING WHODINl'S "FRIENDS"]

who in here fukin

...but where the weed at?

And for damn sure, don't let that mutt out your sight.

TYRONE: Debo! Debo!

I'm gonna sure miss you, heh. Um...

...but don't let me catch you in my refrigerator...

- What urgent message? -The message is...

A prison party. We just got out the joint. And I know what the fuck to do with you.

Does this look like a fucking 7-Eleven to you?

Players FUCK UP!

Then there's my brother, Elroy.

WHY Y’ALL STANDING THERE, JUST HATING ON LEBRON JAMES AND SHIT? DO SOMETHING!

I'm not selling my car for this, man.

Yeah. Rub that shit, mm.

I wanted to give you this.

That's my baby right there.

You better watch him because he's sneaky. He'll bite the shit out of you.

Man, get off of my car! Get off of my shit!

Don't call me stupid. I'm sensitive.

[CAR TIRES SCREECH]

- Boy, you looking good. CRAIG: Heh, I can't call it.

Yeah CRAIG This is the REMATCH

She is funny as hell. Come on. Let's go.

You ever see Scarf ace, fuckers?

[SOUL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS

What's up, bro?

They can't hear that. The music's playing.

- You know what I'm saying? -Where you working at now?

If it ain't, I don't give a damn.

Yeah. Bye. See you later.

Simon ese let’s party

Mrs. Johnson's grass look good. But look at my grass. No. Look at that grass.

Two bullets? Boy, your ass ain't changed at all.

I got a restraining order on her fat ass too.

- Roach, say, "What's happening?" ROACH: Nice to meet you.

ROACH: My skateboard.

You done paid your parking tickets, Willie'?

DAY-DAY: The Joker brothers.

No More Locked DOORS!!!

- Have y'all seen Day-Day? -No, thought he was with you.

We'll get you back!

CRAIG: What's she doing with that big-ass key?

Hey, stop bullshitting!

Alabama after the Georgia game today

- He in the back. -Whatever you say, baby. Whatever you say.