Bad Boys II Page #7

Don't nobody know my sister like l do.

Okay? She doesn't

make good choices, Mike.

-She's not street-smart.

-Doesn't make good--?

-Like, what kind of choices?

-Men, for one.

She's attracted to these dumb...

...flashy, just musclebound d*ckheads,

Mike. You know?

Cock diesel motherfuckers that can't

even f***ing turn to wipe their ass.

-You feel me?

-Yeah.

You know? Just dumb

as a bucket of shrimp.

Yeah. Yeah. That sh*t's crazy.

l mean, you don't think maybe you--

Maybe you didn't, like,

get a chance to know any of them?

l'm gonna give the next one

a chance.

A chance to whup his ass.

-Whup the sh*t out of him.

-Oh, you gonna fight him?

What l'm gonna do

ain't even gonna be legal.

l might be up in here

with these motherfuckers.

Do you know what l mean?

The f*** you looking at?

Thank you kindly.

Thank you kindly.

-Who sprung me?

-Hey, Cousin Floyd.

-Oh, you.

-Remember me?

Cheese.

Y'all look great together.

-What the f*** you doing?

-Just a little insurance.

You gonna help us find Dixie 7...

...and tell us what that boat

has to do with Johnny Tapia.

-l ain't no snitch.

-Oh, you ain't no snitch?

-Oh, damn. That's a shame.

-Know what l'm gonna do?

l'm gonna send a special 8 x 1 0

to his KKK buddies back in jail.

You know what,

it's a digital photo too.

So we can do

whatever we want to do with it.

By the time we get done with you...

...you gonna be in the next

Busta Rhymes video on BET.

Tuck ass.

l got my rights.

l'm worried. There's too much heat

around in Miami.

l can feel it. l can feel it.

We need to put my money in coffins

to Cuba faster.

You should tell the mortuary

to speed things up. All right?

That's the channel marker

way out there.

They make the drop mostly at dawn,

but there'll be one today, though.

Syd, you talk to Mama?

She's got hives.

Oh, and l told Mama

about your Cubano boyfriend.

He ain't invited to Christmas dinner.

Change the station.

More music, less Marcus.

lf you open the door he'll be a black

Dr. Phil for the next 40 minutes.

Syd, you might not want to get

too flirty with Mike.

Your boyfriend might cut off

his trigger finger.

Maybe Mike's been flirting with me.

Did you ever think about that?

Trigger Mike?

Not like this. Don't play

with that boy.

-Seriously. Don't play with that boy.

-Just tell him about New York.

-Do it.

-Tell me what?

Oh, sh*t. ls he walking

down the steps?

Oh, sh*t. He coming down.

-lt's okay.

-Yeah, you done f***ed up.

You done f***ed up.

You remember....

Remember l went to New York?

You remember?

And...

...l said, ''Syd.''

l ran in--

Syd ran into me in New York

on the street in that place.

And l said:

''What's up?''

And we was hungry, so then...

...she had fish.

lt was grouper.

And then l had some chicken.

Remember l was supposed

to come home?

But l didn't.

We went out on a date.

Five, actually.

Now we're seeing each other.

Hold up.

You know, really out of respect

for you, Marcus, nothing happened.

Hey, Mike, why you tripping, man?

l mean, we wanted to make sure

you was cool with it.

Doesn't matter what l think, you know.

Hey, l had to find out like this, right?

Don't matter.

Let me ask you, y'all gonna have

babies? Little bunch of mini Mikes?

Bunch of little lying, violent

motherfuckers?

Marcus, nothing happened.

l just want to say,

Mama's gonna be thrilled.

All right, you know what, you need to

''whoosah'' or something for a second.

Hey, here comes the Dixie 7.

Whoosah.

Just leave it alone.

-Why you acting like that?

-Go on about your business, man.

-We gonna talk about this.

-No. Get out of my face.

-l'm trying to talk to you.

-Get the f*** off me, Mike.

What the hell is your problem, man?!

Why you acting so stupid?!

This is a dysfunctional partnership.

That's why l'm acting like that.

-You know--

-There ain't no trust.

l didn't lie to you!

l was waiting for the right time

to tell you. But that ain't your issue.

Why don't you bring it to me real.

What is your problem with this?!

You know what? You a dog, man.

-That's it. There it is. l said it.

-Oh, okay.

You like a pit bull with that little

pink thing hanging out.

Oh, it's like that.

Oh, okay.

l'm not good enough for your sister.

Guys, enough. The boat's coming.

Okay. We gonna handle that sh*t.

Go ahead, man.

ln about an hour,

the drop boat's gonna come.

We got them.

Wonder what mortuary

that coffin's going to.

Keep going straight by.

You seeing what l'm seeing?

Get the load to the mortuary

and don't screw up.

l got it.

Load up.

They're getting away!

Stop! Stop!

We need your car. All right?

-Get out the car.

-Can't you get a better car than that?

Let that man go!

-Don't be coming at me with that tone.

-Freak.

-Small cars don't hurt the ozone layer.

-That's what l'm talking about.

-Stop the car.

-Get-- Yeah.

-Pop the trunk. Get out. Get in.

-Get out. Get out.

-Get your ass in.

-Okay.

-l am in the middle of a sale.

-Do l have to pull my gun?

Oh, sh*t. Dan Marino. What's up?

Back up, Dan. Hey, you're the truth.

-Whatever you need, officers.

-That's Dan Marino.

-Hey. Back up.

-Let me know how it rides.

He's gonna test-drive the sh*t

out this.

Go. l don't want to blow my cover.

Got them. Got them right there.

Why you gotta get so close?

-l won't let that coffin get away.

-But they're all around us.

Sh*t, those are the gangbangers.

Relax, they don't know us.

Boss, we got a problem here.

We're being followed.

This is a big problem, Carlos.

-Sorry, boss. l'll take care of it, okay?

-Kill those black b*tches. All right?!

They made us. Get some

undercovers to roll with us.

We're splitting up. Everybody

go to Third and Boxter, now!

Here we go.

l didn't sign up for no

goddamned car chase!

Have you lost your mind?

l see you got your mind set on doing

dumb sh*t, so please let me out!

l seen this in a movie once.

They didn't make it!

Oh, sh*t!

-Dump truck!

-l got it.

-Mike!

-l'm fine. l'm fine.

Right there! Oh, sh*t, Mike!

-Did you see that sh*t?

-No sh*t.

Dan Marino should definitely

buy this car.

Not this one. l'm f***ing this one up.

But definitely one like this.

l almost missed that.

All right, that was almost f***ed up.

l almost f***ed up.

Sh*t!

This is not necessary.

Oh, sh*t!

-Damn!

-Dead man on the hood! Dead man!

-l'm trying to get it off.

-Get it off!

l'm trying to get it off.

-That sh*t's nasty. That's nasty.

-Get it off! Get--

That sh*t is nasty.

-Undercover police! Everybody move!

-Undercover police!

-Move!

-Move! Move! Move!

Coming around the corner!

Get ready, they're coming

around the block. Move!

Up top!

Sh*t!

Boy, if this was my car,

l'd be pissed!

Get down! Get down!

Trying to break the world record

for gun fights in a week!?

This is not the time to criticize!

l can't work with you

blaming me all the time!

-This is not your fault?

-This is not-- No! No!

Bullshit, Mike!

Everything's your fault!

Okay, let's go! Let's go!

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