Don't Be a Menace to South Central Page #3
nobody's number.
- Fool, watch me.
- Hey, sweetheart.
Break yourself! Gimme your
goddamn number. Come on! Hurry up!
Cool, cool, cool. So, um, I'm gonna
give you a call about 5:00, all right?
- I said all right?
- Y-Y-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
All right, sweetheart.
Take care of yourself, all right?
I told you
I'd get her number.
Hey, beautiful.
- Please!
- Hey, mister.
- What's up, little man?
- Aw, you're just tryin'
to get some from my mama.
Oh, ho! Snap. No, little man.
Actually, what I'm tryin'--
Gimme a dollar,
and I'll leave you alone.
Cute little kid.
Oh, by the way, my name is Ashtray.
My name is Dashiki.
That's swahili for "doggie-style."
- Ooh, that's pretty.
- Those are my kids.
Hello, everybody.
Now, children. What do you say
when you meet a nice man?
Are you my daddy?
Ooh. All I know is I'd
really like to take you out.
Oh. You and your seven kids.
That sounds nice, but I'm leavin'
the hood in a couple of days.
Really? Man, I can't wait for the day
I can move out of the hood.
Well, look, I know I just met you,
but you're welcome to come along.
I mean, I need somebody
to help me change all them diapers.
ls that it? Diapers?
I used to change my father's
diapers all the time. Ain't no thing.
Listen.
You think about it, okay?
And if you're serious,
let me know.
Mmm.
Hey, man, ain't that Dashiki
over there kissin' that fool, man?
Man? Right there!
- Yeah.
- Oh, damn!
I'se gon' shank that fool
right now!
Pick, you trippin', man. Damn.
N*gger, that's old news!
Think about it, n*gger.
You been in jail
five years now.
Man, it's only been 1,825 days,
six hours and 13 minutes!
She could've waited!
Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm just sayin'
why go back to jail. You know?
What the f***-- You sound like a b*tch.
- B*tch!
- Man, I ain't worried about jail!
Sh*t, l-- I don't give a damn
about goin' to jail.
- You can take me to jail!
- Take me to jail!
- Sh*t, lock me up!
- Lock me up!
- Throw away the key!
- Throw away the key!
I ain't afraid to f***
somebody in his ass!
- Whoa!
- Oh, Lord!
- This fool is trippin'.
- I'm outta here.
You on your own there, bro.
Yeah, y'all. Come on, man.
Y'all ain't never been
in a shower with a man?
And you see the suds
crawl down the crack of his ass...
and you just...
be, uh, tou--
I was foolin' y'all, man!
I was foolin' y'all!
Those was jokes!
Whoo! Whoo!
Hey, man, f*** this. I'm goin'.
I don't usually be kissin'
like that when I first meet someone.
But you special. Uh--
- Cigarette?
- Ashtray.
Yeah. Ashtray.
- Come on, kids.
Hey, stupid.
You realize you just kissed
every n*gger in the party?
Now come on. I gotta go to the store
and get some more forties.
Okay. Yeah. All right.
Whoo! Now, that there
is somethin' special.
How come you talk all that noise
about white men, and then
go date white women, fool?
No. You see, I'm just
tryin' to do to white girls...
- what the white man's been doin'
to us for 400 years!
- Yeah? What's that?
F*** 'em. Amy Jo!
Oh, you cold. He cold.
Yeah, yeah.
Forties and Nines.
Oh, that's
my favorite store.
Hey. I'm gonna go in here
and get me a malt liquor Slurpee.
Run across the street
and get me some barbecue potato chips.
- Ooh.
- Can I keep the change?
Hell, no, fool.
That's a ten-dollar food stamp.
Better bring me back
my change.
- Cheapskate.
- Stupid.
What's up now,
you pretty punk trick?
Hey! What's up?
We got a problem, Toothpick?
I said,
do we have a problem?
We got a problem for ya.
Right here. This a problem.
Right there. Right there.
- All right. We'll play a little game.
Right here.
I said do... we...
have... a... problem, huh?
Oh. "U.S.S.R."
You better get your stinky asses
outta here before I cause
a nuclear holocaust, fool.
Well, let's go!
Fool, come on!
It'll be Hiroshima
and N*gger-saki.
- Fool, let's go! Let's go!
- That's right, boy!
And don't come back!
- Punk!
- Tray, bring your simple behind on!
- Hello?
- Hey, yo, man. You page me?
- Yeah, yeah. You ready to be out?
- Yeah. Let's move.
- All right.
N*ggers
I go and check them.
Hurry up and buy!
Hurry up and buy!
Hurry up and buy!
- Break yourself!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You dropped something.
- Yeah! Break yourself, fool!
Yeah! Recognize.
Oh, word. Candy bars.
Hey! Ms. Lady B*tch.
Hey. I'm talkin' to you.
How much for this candy bar?
Five dollar.
Better give me some sucky-sucky
with that for five dollars.
You don't like;
you don't buy.
Hey. Look here.
Just charge us for the chips
and the ice cream. All right? Shoot.
Hey, let's raise up outta here
'fore I loc up on these people.
Quit lickin' that damn ice cream
like that 'fore I put you on the
corner to make me some money!
I feel sorry
for your mother.
What'd you say
about my mama? Hmm?
I don't want trouble. Just go!
Go home! Don't come back!
What'd you say about my mama?
Break yourself!
- No!
You break; you buy!
Soda, five dollar!
Loc, what are you
doin', man? Come on!
- Ah! Pickles!
Ten dollar!
Come on, gimme money!
Right-- Shirt!
Nineteen ninety-five!
On sale! Come on!
- Oh!
Yo, Loc! Are you crazy?
What the hell did you do?
- Hey, fool. It wasn't me!
I ain't hurt nobody!
Catch.
The man!
Have a nice day.
Oh, yeah.
- He's good.
- Mm-hmm. Come on, Tray.
Let's get outta here!
Hey, man,
check out that 6-4.
- What up, n*gger?
Aw, damn. What up, Grandma?
Tell your daddy to page me.
All right, then. All right.
Play or stay up?
- Peace.
- Now, now, I realize
that every now and again,
some of you womenfolk,
you get hot.
You get bothered. And every now
and again you get hot and bothered!
- Amen!
- Ha! Well, what I want you to do...
when you get that hot and
you need a little... relief,
I want you to-- I want you to...
Call me
Hey
- Don't ask no questions
- Good to see you today, Gloria.
- Good to see you too, Mrs. Williams.
- To sacrifice
- Tired heifer.
His only Son
Didn't He do it
- Abraham didn't ask no questions
- Thank you, baby.
And that's what God
expects from His sheep
Here at the Greater Ebenezer
New Revival Tree of Life
lnstitutional Double Rock on
the Side of the Road to Jericho
Missionary Baptist
Church of Zion
And I say Mount Calvary
Y'all gon' help me
- Preach on, Reverend!
- Ain't that the truth!
God expects you
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