All About the Benjamins Page #7

Goddamn!

They sweet!

You know what? Let me go and get|my two for all my pain and suffering.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Put 'em back.

I'm gettin' earrings|like Allen Iverson, fool.

Put 'em back.

Man, take your little|stank-ass diamonds, man.

Let's go. Come on.

I haven't thought about...

...what I'm gonna do|with the diamonds yet.

I know what I said last night.

- You know what I mean?|- Right.

But, sh*t, when you get 'em|in your hand, you know.

- I know.|- You know, things change.

I know, but I--|I was just thinkin'...

...I was gonna at least get,|you know what I'm sayin'...

...at least two of 'em, though...

...because of,|you know what I'm sayin'...

...all the sh*t that I went through.

Yeah, you want some|Allen Iverson earrings.

- Not with these, player.|- Aw, man.

I mean, you'll look like a damn fool...

...with a earrings this big|hangin' out your ear, man.

But you don't know|how much p*ssy I can get...

...off just a side shot of my face|like this in a club.

You know what I'm sayin'?

B*tch be like, "Bling, ooh!"

Reggie Wright, man...

...you all right.

Cool, man.

You all right.

I try to be, man.|You know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, go upstairs and get Gina...

...so we can drop these d*cks off|in the Everglades somewhere.

I got you, dog.|I'll be back.

That's cold, baby.

That ice is cold, baby.

So that's what $20 million feel like, huh?

Where you at, baby?

What's this right here?

"If you want the girl|back in one piece..."

They got her, dog.|They got her.

What?

Williamson got Gina, man.

Bullshit!

Man, I can't handle this, man!

Damn!

How these motherfuckers get in my house?

What we gonna do, man?

Hey, they want you for her.

How did they find us?

That fight!

The parking lot, remember?

I told you to keep|your dumb ass in the car!

No, your ass shouldn't have|went in there talkin' to 'em!

Why is it always my fault, Bucum?

You know what?

Give me the keys.|I'm about to kill...

...these two motherfuckers in the trunk!

Give me the keys!

Wait a minute!|Wait, wait!

Stop it!|Stop it now!

They're gonna kill us!

- Damn!|- Calm down!

Don't go off the deep end, man.

We just gotta think of|the right plan to get her back.

Goin' in that trunk ain't gonna do sh*t!

Look, Bucum, I swear, man,|if somethin' happen to Gina...

...I'm gonna lose it.

You ain't gonna lose it, man.|We gonna get her.

This girl been down with me, man!|You know what I'm sayin'?

I feel you.|We just gotta think.

We gotta figure out|a way to get her, man.

Got a plan.

Them diamonds.

What the--

What the f*** is this?!

- Whoa, man!|- What the hell happened?

What the f***?!

Sh*t. It's Julian.

What is this f***ing sh*t?

Julian and Roscoe.

What the f*** is this sh*t?

TJ, look at his face!

Yeah, Williamsons.

That was some b*tch-ass|sh*t you did right there.

You better not f*** with my girl!

Hold on, watch out,|watch out, hey.

Williamson, look.

Look, you got somethin' we want,|we got somethin' you want--

...$20 million worth.

Meet us at the Flagler Dog Track.

Saturday, 1:
00.

Give it here, man!

B*tch-ass n*gger!

You better not f*** with my girl!

Oh, shut the f*** up, black buck.

Hey, babe, come on.|He's OK.

Clean this up, OK?|Let's g--

They got our f***in' stones.

Come on.

Get your ass in there. Go.

Why'd they choose this place?

Just keep your eyes open.

Yo, they're here.

Is everybody in position?

In position.

Good girl, Pam.|You see him?

Yeah, I can see him.

What about you, Reggie?

I don't know.|Wait a minute. I'm lost.

Hurry up, man.

I can't be out here all day.

I'm lookin' for it.

It's section 3-0-6, dumb ass.

Look, man, I'm tryin'|to find the entrance.

I can't find it.

Get your ass upstairs!

Boss.

F*** off. Boss that.

OK, birdie, where you at?

So y'all early, huh?

And you're late.

Yeah, I'm late|'cause I had to go...

...get something to eat.|That's why I'm late.

OK, enough with the small talk.

Right.|That's what I'm sayin'.

I got sh*t to do, too.

- Where's my diamonds at?|- Where's Gina at?

Show me the diamonds,|and I'll show you your b*tch.

Here.

I don't know why the f***|y'all doin' me like this.

What if I took her|down in the hood...

...where they did the most good?

Let all my buddies rub on her booty?

I wouldn't give a flying f***.

Wave to your boyfriend.

Baby!

Show me the rest of the diamonds.

Better let her go, motherf***er!

Show me the rest of the diamonds.

You all right?

I'm fine.|I'm fine, baby.

Let her go, man!

Show me the rest of the f***ing diamonds.

Let her go.

Come on.|Move it, b*tch.

It's cool, baby.|It's cool. I got it.

What about you?

I'm cool.

All right.

F*** you.

Give me the f***in' stones,|you black bastard.

You dubious, pestimistic,|nondescript, European...

...dick-in-a-booty-ass motherf***er.

Who do you think you're talkin' to?

Benny Hill.|Leonardo DiFaggio.

Come on, you mango-munching|motherf***er.

Give me the f***in' stones.

You little ugly-ass|motherfuckin' rat-mouth...

...Gianni Ver-snatchy-lookin'|motherf***er.

Stones, you f***ing black n*gger.

Who you callin' a-- you callin'|me a black n*gger?

Yeah, that's what I'm calling you.

My dick about this long, white boy.

You hear me?

It'd take about four|of yours to get mine.

This long.

Yeah, listen, banana ear.|Stones.

I'm gonna put a hit out on you...

...when I get my welfare check.

Give me the f***in' stones!

God damn it, hold it down!

Y'all know who y'all f***in' with.

Y'all f***in' with|somethin' like a player.

Can we just keep it civilized?

I went to school for that.

Civilization University.

I want my bag back...

...'cause this is where|I keep my weed at, boy.

That's nice.

Now go buy a bar of soap,|shoeshine boy.

Get the stones!

Shoot that motherf***er!

- Baby!|- Oh, baby!

Did you see me?

I was like, "F*** you!"

That was tight!|Let me drive!

Get in.

Damn it, Bucum.|You made me break a nail.

Hold on.

Hold on.

You're dead!

Move!

Oh, sh*t!

Now that we have the diamonds,|we can continue as planned.

Can you drive a bit faster?

There they go.

What's up with this window, dude?

It don't work.|Where you get that?

I got this from Mrs. Barkley.

Don't you think the police|will be looking for us?

Sweetheart...

...by the time they figure this out...

...we'll be lying on a beach somewhere|in South America on our honeymoon.

Well, then, just|shoot out the back tire!

Who do you think I am?|Mel Gibson?

Just the tires!

Oh, motherf***er!

Yeah, boy! What, what?

Good shot, baby.

Come on, step on it!

Pull over!

Damn, your car smell like fish.

I still can't believe|you threw them diamonds...

...in the air to cause a diversion.

I can't believe you came up|with a bullshit plan...

...that almost got me killed.

All you had to do--|All you had to do...

...keep the diamonds in your hand...

...when you jump down|the escalator, man.

That's simple.|That's simple.

That wasn't part of the plan,|Bucum.

So f***in' what?!|Improvise!

Improvise?|Sniper got a gun...

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