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- So?

- So that tells me...

...everything I need to know

about a man.

Well, then you should know

I'm the quickest one out there.

I be pumping it out there, baby.

I pop, pop, pop.

Exactly. A quick pumper.

Whatever, man. You want me.

I'm hot. I'm desirable.

I came over here to see was y'all going

to Big Booty Judy's graduation party.

Judy? Party?

Her mama gonna let her have a party

after last year?

Everybody out of here!

I guess. She told us

to come over here and tell folk.

Well, appreciate it, baby.

All right. Bye.

Go ahead.

- What you doing, nigga?

- Hey! Nigga, what it look like?

I'm drying my money.

Yo, why you ain't come to school no more,

man?

Too busy making money.

I can see that.

I saw you with Marcus the other day.

Yeah, he's my cousin.

Hey, we gets paper.

Who's going into Titty City

to get the cash?

Star, I ain't fitting to put my hand

in them skyscrapers.

Look, there's gold in them hills.

What y'all doing?

Nothing.

Y'all think I'm stupid?

I don't wanna have to bust y'all out.

Your bust is already out.

That laugh always got on my nerves.

Shut up, okay?

We was gonna ask,

can we get a ride to Cascade's?

- Ma, please?

- Please?

Do I look like the bus?

Come on. Don't y'all see Mama

trying to take a nap?

Go on. Get me something to drink.

- Hey, Veda, get me something to drink.

- I'm Star.

You know what I mean.

What y'all waiting on?

Y'all know the routine.

Climb your asses out the back.

He's all up in her grill. I ain't lying.

Stay out of her business, okay?

Come on, now. Y'all should be used to this.

Don't be messing up my car.

It's hot as hell up in there.

- I sweated my edges out.

- Damn, me too.

- And when you gonna get that door fixed?

- When you get a job.

What, whoa, wait a minute.

Considering the fact that both of

y'all broke, those better be knockoffs.

If I hear y'all been up to no good at that

mall, it's gonna be on, you understand?

- You understand?

- Yes.

Your asses ain't too old to be beat.

- Hey, Big Ronnie.

- What's happening?

Nothing to it.

Something wrong with these wheels.

Come here. Let me take a look.

- Watch the counter.

- All right.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What you need?

- Size seven.

Where's your ticket?

I think I lost it.

- Hey, Big Ron?

- Yeah.

What we got to say about folks

who lost their ticket?

No tickets, no skates.

Sorry, hon. No ticket, no skates.

Big Ronnie, please report to the men's room

with the mop and bucket.

Overflow, brother.

Hey, give me some.

- What?

- I said, give me some.

I don't know where your mouth been.

You might have the cooties.

I might.

So you know your boy Esquire suck.

- You'd be better off with me on your line.

- No.

Why? Give me one good reason.

I'll give you two.

You ain't cute.

And you drank all my soda!

A friendly reminder,

ladies and gentlemen.

Skate Wars in five weeks, y'all.

Bragging rights for the year.

It's all on the line.

Why you don't cut across the middle

and get your speed up?

Why don't you go roll your neck at

somebody else and let me handle mine?

I'm trying to help you out.

Your takeoff is weak and

you starting to make Rashad look bad.

I don't like you. Really don't.

Man, I hope you catch up.

Stupid.

Nobody move...

Go ladies! Go ladies!

Hey, listen, shorty,

I want you to walk up to him.

- Yeah.

- I'll introduce you to him. Be cool.

If he asks you a question, answer.

- Don't say nothing unnecessary.

- All right.

I was so weak, my leg-

I woke up, one of my footies was off.

Cold flashes.

Look, she wasn't nowhere around.

I was like, "Man, where she go at?"

This is my nigga, Ant.

- What's up?

- Germs.

Cleanliness is next to godliness,

you know.

- All right.

- Back up.

Anyway, like I said, I went downstairs,

I'm looking, she's nowhere to be found.

So my front door's locked.

So I'm like, "Did she take my house keys?"

She must have went

out the window.

Oh, sh-

Oh, damn. Down goes Frazier.

Down goes Frazier.

Somebody call the ambulance.

There was one deadly sin at the rink...

...you don't fall.

- Take them down.

- You just don't do it.

You may lose your footing,

slip a little bit...

...stumble at the most.

But you don't fall.

This is humiliating.

Shorties ain't checking

for a player with a limp and a cast.

How's that gonna work out for me?

Man, they working me hard out there.

- Running you, huh?

- Yeah, who next?

This is for John Garnett in the rotunda.

- Did you say John Garnett?

- Yeah.

- The John Garnett?

- Sure.

Man, you ain't understanding

what I'm talking about.

Let me show you, man. Look at this.

Had it a long time.

United Express.

That's his.

- How my breath?

- Crystal clear.

I'll have one of these, please.

Yes, sir.

- Here's your drink, sir.

- Thank you.

Good choice. You celebrating?

What makes you think that?

Well, since you took over United Express...

...the company has six consecutive quarters

in the black.

I'd say you have a lot to celebrate, sir.

- Good point.

- Ben Gordon.

- John Gar-

- Garnett. I know.

Well, you gentlemen

enjoy the rest of the evening.

To six consecutive quarters in the black.

Y'all ready to work?

Don't be looking at him.

You out of uniform, man.

Pull that thing up,

button up your top collar.

I told you to be professional.

Boy.

Which one of y'all pooted, man?

Hey, DJ Drama, pay attention.

Let's go, hey!

This party is kind of cute, though.

But where the food at?

Because I'm hungry.

No, don't eat anything in here.

- That's right, I did see roaches.

- A lot of roaches.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing. I'm good.

Y'all seen Rashad and them?

See, that's what it is.

You are so sprung, New New.

- No, I-

- Yes, you are.

- You open like a can of pig feet, girl.

- Exactly.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Come on.

What you smiling so much for?

What took you so long, anyway?

Oh, you were looking for me.

No, I was just- No.

It's all right.

You know, Rashad tends

to have that effect on women.

- Who you come with?

- Crew.

- Where they at?

- They around.

This you?

I know this ain't the b*tch

got you tripping on me.

- Hold up.

- Who you calling a b*tch?

B*tch, I'm calling you a b*tch.

Quit eyeballing me.

Please don't get hurt, you dirty trick.

- Who you calling trick?

- You, trick!

- Are you crazy?

- Don't get hurt.

- I got your trick.

- Hey, man, watch out.

- Calm down.

- Please get this groupie.

Hey, what are you, slow?

We done already went through this.

Man, we done.

It's over.

No, I'm not even gonna believe that.

All right.

Believe this.

- Thirsty trick.

- Watch your mouth.

- What's up?

- What's going on?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Don't you be "yes, ma'am "- ing me.

No.

I'm sorry about that. For real.

You need to control

your little groupies next time.

What's wrong with y'all?

Mom found some of that

Gucci stuff in the washer.

Are you serious?

- Told your ass to dry-clean it.

- Do you understand?

- Do you understand?

- Yes, ma'am.

Anyway, she coming to get us right now.

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