Set It Off Page #2

- A**hole Perhaps? Ha, ha.

- Perhaps.

A**hole Perhaps.

Oh, f*** off.

Cleo, when are you gonna fix

this raggedy sh*t?

- Never mind my sh*t, fool.

- Ha, ha.

I heard what happened

at the bank the other day.

Keep your head up, girl, all right?

All right.

Up, up, up. Ha, ha.

You need to wash this motherf***er

or something.

That's all right. Your sh*t is original.

Damn right.

Don't worry,

one day my sh*t is gonna be tight.

Cleo, girl, you've been fixing up this car

since 7th grade.

Do you know Lorenz

and them got away with 20 grand?

Twenty G's, damn.

See, that's what the f*** we need to do.

Rob a bank.

- No, that's crazy.

- Now really, though.

The four of us could take a bank.

Look, if that crackhead, Darnell could

rob a bank, we could take the bank.

Twenty G's would save my life

right now.

Stevie needs tuition.

Well, too bad we ain't some hard-up

crackhead motherfuckers...

...like Lorenz and them.

Then, sure, we could do some suicidal sh*t

like rob a bank.

But we ain't crazy, so we can't.

- So now you making the rules?

- Frankie, please.

Please, ain't nobody over here

gonna be robbing no bank.

You're right.

We ain't gonna rob no bank. Mm-mm.

Let's just go in there

and blow it the f*** up.

Here you go.

Can you believe after working

for that damn bank for two years...

...I can't even get a recommendation

for another job?

I'm gonna hook you up with Luther.

I know you ain't happy,

but you need a job.

Ursula. Ursula, come here.

- How you doing, Ursula?

- Come here, Boo.

What's up?

- What the f*** is up? She don't talk?

- No, really.

What's up? You know better than that.

You've been gone all day.

Girl, next time I page you,

you better be calling me back.

Excuse me.

Drink, please.

What's up, girl?

That's a cute outfit.

- Want some?

- Mm-hm.

Hey, Stony, look, girl. It's Nate Andrews.

Hey, hey.

Girl, didn't he want you

come work in his car lot for him?

Yes, and that's not all he wanted.

Hey, Stony.

You going over there?

Yeah, I'm gonna see what he wants.

Hi, what you guys doing?

So how much money could I make

selling cars for you?

Oh, well, it depends. I mean...

Oh, you can make, oh,

2 G's a month on commission.

- I can make that much?

- Yeah.

I told you, you needed to get

with somebody who could help you.

- Nate, before I come work for you...

- Yeah?

I need an advance.

- There's a little problem that I need to fix.

- Ah.

Oh, I can do that.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I can do that.

But, I mean...

...Stony Newsom's gotta give me

a reason to do that.

You know what I mean?

And what would that be?

Oh, come on, now, you know.

Let's go for a ride, huh?

Mm, mm.

So when do I get my advance?

Oh, I don't know.

Tomorrow, maybe the day after.

Look, Nate, before I do this,

I want my check.

Hey, whoa, whoa, look.

You're not getting no check from me

until I'm done, you understand?

This ain't right. It's not even worth it.

Sh*t.

I'm in a bind, Nate.

Some other time.

I really need this money, Nate.

What the f*** is that?

It's Frankie, it's her first night.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

Look at this motherf***er.

Bet you he ain't never held a broom

in his life.

And she ain't did no dishes

or wash no clothes.

This is a ugly-ass baby.

Yo, white people be having some old

water head, crying-ass, ugly babies.

Stony, I can't unload these things

without dropping them!

Frankie, relax.

- How can you stand the smell of garbage?

- Girl, sh*t ain't that bad.

It ain't that bad?

- Cleo, that's because you live in a garage.

- Girl, it'll be okay.

And you, stay out of it.

Damn, look at my nails.

Girl, you been bitching all night.

Stony back there

acting all stink-a-dink-dink.

That's all right,

I got something for that head.

Ow, girl, that hurt. Girl.

Well, that's the only way

you get the knot out.

Yeah, I rolled this one good.

Blunt talking to a motherf***er.

Stop it, girl. Stinky.

Here.

Now, Cleo, I done told you,

I'm strictly dickly.

- See I'm gonna tell Ursula.

- You won't tell nobody.

Hey, check out Stony.

Look at her. Look at her.

Chronic always get her ass all quiet.

Look at her sitting over there.

Hey, you f***ed up, ain't you, girl?

What?

Why? What's wrong?

You know, every time we get high

you start looking like Sugar Bear.

For real.

Y'all are cold.

You do kind of look like Sugar Bear.

F*** all y'all.

Ooh.

Old simple b*tches.

Oh, Cleo, don't get salty.

Damn.

Before they started laying people off...

...they was paying folks

$15 dollars an hour at that place.

Oh, man, that's good money.

Nigga, for $15 dollars an hour, I'd be all:

"Full-ply radial. What I gotta do, sir?"

Ass motherf***er.

- They'd have to pull me off that machine.

- Sh*t, I know that's right.

Overtime would be like 22.50 an hour.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Now that Luther's

taking taxes out of my check...

...I'm making half as much as I used to.

Only way we gonna see cash

is we take a bank.

- Now, see, I'm with that sh*t.

- Y'all niggas done lost your mind.

- Might as well not even talk about this sh*t.

- Well, I'm talking about it.

Ain't nobody gonna stop me

from talking about it.

Well, talk is cheap.

Nigga.

Wake up, I mean, you know...

Frankie, you gonna get socked

dead in the eye.

- F*** it.

- Nigga, you're always talking sh*t.

First you wanna blow the bank up,

now you wanna rob it.

Frankie wanna blow up the bank. Oh!

Frankie wanna rob the bank.

Well, I ain't heard nothing about that.

No.

For real, though?

I said, hang up the phone.

You know who that is.

Yeah, I gotta go. I'll be over.

And don't drink up my champagne, man.

Peace.

Champagne?

Whatever, I ain't got time.

Look, did your sister come through for you

or what?

- Where'd you get this?

- Don't worry about where I got it...

...ain't your business, look at the digits.

Look.

- Stony, there's something I gotta tell you.

- Look, I know this is hardly enough money.

- But I swear I will get every...

- No, no, no. Listen to me.

I didn't get into UCLA.

And I'm not going

because I didn't get accepted.

- You didn't get in?

- Come on, Stony, don't go off on me now.

Don't you tell me not to go off on you.

Do you have any idea

what I had to go through?

Do you?

I'm not staying around for this.

You are gonna hang around for this

and don't you move.

Why did you have to lie to me?

Stony, you know how long you told me

that I had to go to college?

Well, I'm sorry, but maybe that life

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