Older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Craig Jones
Man, it's "the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice".
Yeah, well, yeah, she blacker than a mother****er, too.
Friday quotes
Page 2 of 2Thought you had the day off yesterday?
I did. Boss called me around 3 o clock. Said they got me on tape stealing boxes.
...The **** you doin' stealin boxes for?! What you tryna do, build a clubhouse?
Hell, no, they ain't got me on tape! But the boss said he did...fired me on the spot.
Damn! You've got to be one stupid mother-****er to get fired on your day off!
(after hallucinating about seeing Big Worm's head in the cabinet while fetching sugar for Kool-Aid, Craig quickly shuts the cabinet door, then opens it again, and the head disappears, but Craig does not see any sugar in the cabinet. He closes the door.)
Craig Jones
(frustrated)
Damn.
What?
Craig Jones
I ain't got no sugar.
You ain't got no sugar? Da-amn! Y'all ain't never got two things that match! Y'all got Kool-Aid, no sugar; peanut butter, no jelly; ham, no burger. Damn!
(Craig asks Smokey what they are going to do to pay back Big Worm)
Man, that fool just playin' man. I ain't trippin'.
Craig Jones
That's your problem. Ain't nobody playin' but you. You walk up and down the street all day playin'. He ain't playin'! You think he playin' 'bout his money?! Then you went and dragged me into this! He know where my mama stay, know where your mama stay. You say he had a gun when you seen him, right?
Yeah.
Craig Jones
Well, name one person in the hood that play like that.
(Ezal, the neighborhood crack head, is feigning a fall in a convenience store to get money)
Aw, I'm suing y'all! 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.
Janitor
Man, get your punk ass up. It ain't even wet over here. Damn.
(Smokey is talking to Big Worm on the phone, confronting him about the drive-by shooting)
Yeah, I got your money. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk-ass, busta-ass, Jheri curl-wearin' ass friends to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with.
Big Worm First of all, don't be callin' here like you some straight up "G", 'cause I'll cut your balls off and hand 'em to you, partner. I had to warn you too many times about my money, Smokey. You see, it's the principle of the whole thing. There's principalities in this.
Yeah, well...I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself next time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'm through with this shit. (hangs up, then lights up a joint and looks at the camera) I was just bullshittin'! And you know this, man!
Protection.
Protection from who?
Me and Smoke... I've got to walk Smokey down to his house.
Aw, man... your mother and I never would've moved to this neighborhood if we'd known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
You know how it is 'round here.
Oh, no, son. That's not the way it is. You kids have been nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. Too scared to take an ass-whipping. [Raises his fists] This is what makes you a man. When I was growing up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day! Now you think you're a man with a gun in your hands, don't you?
I'm a man without it.
Put the gun down.
[Craig raises his fists]
Now you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun, too. He found out the hard way. Twenty-two years old. You've got a choice. This is all you need, alright?
Craig and Smokey [after seeing Big Worm's crew's van]
Oh shit!
[Smokey comes out from the backyard intending to visit Craig, when he has just seen Big Worm drive up in his 1975 Chevy Impala.]
Damn!
[Big Worm parks his car in front of Smokey's house and lowers his car to talk to him]
What up, Big Worm?
Big Worm How much you got left?
Man, I got a lot.
Big Worm You still haven't sold that weed, Smokey?
Man, I'm trying to, Worm. **** are broke these days.
Big Worm I don't think you applying yourself, Smokey!
Huh?
Big Worm (Big Worm quickly smells Smokey and finds out he's been smoking his weed again.)
You smokin' my shit?
Hell no! **** with your shit? Hell no!
Big Worm You smokin' my shit? [pulls a gun closer to him]
Now, why would I want to do shit like that?
Big Worm I'm gonna have to **** you up, Smokey! Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions.
Worm! Now you the last **** whose money I'd mess with. I steal from my mama before I mess with your shit, and you know this, man!
Big Worm We'll see. [Drives off]
Ezel
[Smokey is behind a bush defecating]
Smokey, what the hell you doin' back here?!
Hey, nothin' man. Hey, I'm fixin' somethin'. Hey, just stay over there.
Ezel
But I thought you wanted me to wash yo' car?
Hey, man, wash it later. Stay over there.
Ezel
Smokey, you know I ain't the smartest man in the world, but from over here, it look like you takin' a shit!
Ezel! Get the hell out of my backyard!
Ezel
Oh, it like-- Smokey, you've been eatin' corn, huh?
Oh, get the hell out of my backyard, man!
Ezel
All right, man. But, look, between me and you, man, when you're done, I'll clean all that shit for ya for two dollars, eh!
Hey, Ezel!
Ezel
What?
You better not tell nobody, man.
Ezel
Man, I'm not, man.
Keep on the down low.
Ezel
All right, I'm not like them. I'll keep it down, bro. (humming as he walks away) HEY! SMOKEY BACK HERE TAKIN' A SHIT!
EZEL!
Ezel
Well, I ain't gonna tell nobody else. (resumes humming)
[Opening lines]
"Listen, I know you don't smoke weed...I know this. But I'ma get you high today. 'Cause it's Friday...you ain't got no job...and you ain't got shit to do!"