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Friday (1995)

Smokey: I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it'southward Friday; you own't got no job... and yous ain't got shit to do.

Craig Jones: We ain't got no sugar.

Smokey: No carbohydrate? Damn. Y'all ain't never got two things that friction match. Either you got Kool-assistance, no sugar. Peanut butter, no jelly. Ham, no burger. Daaamn.

Smokey: I got mind control over Deebo. He be similar "close the fuck up." I be repose. Just when he exit, I be talking again.

Smokey: Remember it ,Write it downward, take a film, I don't give a fuck.

Smokey: Weed is from the earth. God put this here for me and you lot. Accept advantage man, take advantage.

Old Lady: Are you prepared for Jehovah's return? 'Crusade if you're non, we've got a pam...

[Craig slams the door in their faces]

Old Lady: Well fuck you. Half-dead motherfucker. Come up on, sister.

Smokey: Puff puff, give. Puff puff, give. You fuckin' up the rotation.

[Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun]

Mr. Jones: What's that for?

Craig Jones: Protection.

Mr. Jones: Protection? Protection from who?

Craig Jones: Me and Smokey... I got to walk Smokey down to his business firm.

Mr. Jones: Aw, homo. Your mother and I never woulda moved to this neighborhood if we had known yous need a gun to walk down the damn street.

Craig Jones: You know how information technology is around hither.

Mr. Jones: Oh, no, son, that's not the fashion it is. You lot kids today are nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. Y'all're scared to have an ass-whippin'.

[he holds upwardly his fists]

Mr. Jones: This is what makes yous a man. When I was growin' upwards, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some, but you live. Yous live to fight another day. And you think y'all're a man with that gun in your manus, don't you?

Craig Jones: I'm a man without it.

Mr. Jones: Put the gun down.

[Craig does so]

Mr. Jones: C'mon, put up your dukes.

[Craig raises his fists]

Mr. Jones: NOW y'all're a man. Your uncle picked upward a gun too. He had to notice out the hard way. 22 years sometime. You lot got a selection. This is all you need. All right?

[Pastor Clever drives up equally Smokey rolls a joint]

Craig Jones: Put that out, man, here come the pastor.

Smokey: For what? Probably smoke bud also.

Pastor Clever: How ya doin', Blood brother Craig? How ya doin'?

Craig Jones: I'g all right.

Pastor Clever: Um, say, um, past gamble is Sister Jones in?

Craig Jones: Nope. Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work.

Smokey: [under his jiff] Where yo' donkey need to exist, nigga.

[he starts rolling again]

Pastor Clever: 'Scuse me, brother. What we call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church, we call a sinny-siiiiin-sin.

Smokey: [singing] Well, 'circular here, between Normandie and Western, we call this hither a little twenty-twen-twen... niggaaaaa!

Pastor Clever: Why don't ya just give me a piddling bit for my cataract.

Smokey: You didn't put in on this, homo.

Pastor Clever: It's meliorate to requite than receive, my brother.

Craig Jones: [looking across the street at Mrs. Parker] Wait, look, await, she bendin' over!

Pastor Clever: Lord take mercy! The Lord is my shepherd, he know what I want. Excuse me, brother.

[he walks abroad]

Pastor Clever: Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker! Can I talk to you for a infinitesimal, Mrs. Parker?

Smokey: [to Craig] Told ya. The weed exist lettin' ya know... evil lurks.

Smokey: Older the drupe, the sweeter the juice.

Craig Jones: Man, it's the blacker the drupe, the sweeter the juice.

Smokey: Yes, well she blacker than a motherfucker too.

Smokey: [afterwards Craig knocks out Deebo] You got knocked the fuck out, man! Requite me my goddamn money...

[Smokey takes $200 from a knocked-out Deebo]

Smokey: Payback'south a motherfucker, ain't information technology? Nigga!

[walking abroad]

Smokey: Pow! Pow, Pow, POW!

Cerise: [punches Deebo as he'south getting up and takes chain back] My grandmama gave me this concatenation!

Ezal: [slowly walks to Deebo] Deebo? DEEBO! Homo, you shoulda been bobbin' and weavin'! Look 'it at ya! GET UP! Since you ain't, maybe I'll take these shoes!

[struggling to take Deebo's shoe off]

Ezal: Big... foot... motherfucker, you tin can *take* ya pocketknife! 'Cause I *STEAL*, I don't *KILL*.

Mrs. Jones: Craig, y'all know what your problem is? You have no game.

Craig Jones: What practise you know about game? I got ALL the game.

Mrs. Jones: Now your father... he got game.

Mr. Jones: [coming out of the bathroom] Don't nobody go in the bath for about 35, 45 minutes. Somebody open up a window.

Craig Jones: You lot call that game?

Mr. Jones: Every time I come up in the kitchen, you in the kitchen. In the goddamn refrigerator. Eatin' up all the nutrient. All the chitlins... All the pigs' feet... All the collard greens... All the hog maws. I wanna eat them chitlins... I like pigs' anxiety.

Smokey: [at the ice cream truck] What's up, Big Perm?... I hateful Large Worm?

Craig Jones: For most people, Friday'south merely the day before the weekend. Only after this Friday, the neighborhood'll never be the same.

Smokey: Why you lot not goin' to work?

Craig Jones: I got fired yesterday.

Smokey: No shit? I thought you lot had the day off yesterday.

Craig Jones: I did. I went in to pick up my check, came abode, my supervisor chosen me about four o'clock, told me he got me on tape stealing boxes.

Smokey: The fuck you stealing boxes for? What you trying to build, a clubhouse?

Craig Jones: Hell, no, own't got me on tape. But they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' about pressin' charges.

Smokey: Goddamn! You lot've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your mean solar day off.

Ezal: Smokey, you know I ain't the smartest man in the world, but, from back here it look like y'all're takin a shit.

Joi: [Mrs. Jones paw Craig phone] Hello?

Joi: Who the fuck you get to the show with terminal night?

Craig Jones: I didn't go to the bear witness concluding night.

Joi: Yous ain't got to lie Craig, y'all ain't got to prevarication...

Craig Jones: Ain't nobody lyin, I didn't get to the show last dark.

Joi: Yep you did! Cause my sister-in-police'due south babe cousin Tracy, she told me she went to the show final nighttime, and she saw you there all Hugged Up wit some Tramp. Now tell me who she was.

Craig Jones: Yo sis-in-law'southward baby cousin Tracy is a goddamn...

[Craig realzes his mom is however in the room]

Craig Jones: ... Yea, she a, she a liar. She ain't see me at no movies hugged up wit nobody.

Joi: Mmm-hmm yes,yeah, well let me tell you lot what. Y'all just tell the bowwow, whoeva she is, when I catch her, Imma crush her ass!

Smokey: [after breaking into Stanley'due south business firm] We got about two hundred dollars.

Deebo: *I* got virtually two hundred dollars.

[Smokey taking a crap exterior]

Smokey: You better not tell anybody man.

Ezal: Man, I'm non, man.

Smokey: Keep it on the downwardly low.

Ezal: Alright brother. Damn.

[Looks effectually and yells]

Ezal: Hey, Smokey dorsum here taking a shit!

Smokey: Ezal!

Ezal: Well, I won't tell anybody else.

Felisha: I need to infringe your car right quick.

Smokey: What kinda shit is that? About people wanna borrow sugar. Or even ketchup. You wanna borrow my motorcar? Hell naw! Become the hell on.

Felisha: Well, let me infringe a joint.

Smokey: You demand to borrow a job. With yo' broke ass. Always trying to smoke upward somebody's shit. Get the hell on, Felisha.

Felisha: I'ma think that.

Smokey: Retrieve it. Write information technology down, take a picture, I don't give a fuck!

Felisha: Tsk.

[realizes she can try her luck with Craig]

Felisha: Craig.

Craig Jones: [non bothering to look at her] Farewell, Felisha.

Felisha: Damn. Y'all stingy.

[she leaves]

Ezal: Aw, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. God. Oh, I'yard hurt. Oh, my cervix, my back, my neck and my back. Oh, I want $150,000, but we tin settle out of court right now for 20 bucks.

Janitor: Man, get your punk ass up. Information technology ain't fifty-fifty wet over here. Damn.

Smokey: Why don't you tell your daddy to comb his damn pilus, expect like some spiders is having a meetin' on his head.

Red: [later having his necklace snatched past Deebo] Hey, homo, why didn't yous aid me!

Smokey: [slouching in his chair] Man, I'g high.

Blood-red: Human, that's fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped you.

Craig Jones: What about the time he tried to choke me in Fume's backyard?

Red: [pause, thinks about it] Oh, that was different.

Big Worm: Playing with my coin is like playing with my emotions, Smokey.

Crimson: My pops told me to ask for my bike dorsum... you lot know I wouldn't trip.

Smokey: [sees Big Worm drives abroad] Florida Evans-looking motherfucker.

Mrs. Jones: [looks at Ms. Parker in a disgusted way and says to herself] Look at her... She know she ought to be ashamed of herself comin' out here lookin' like that.

[Yells and Waves]

Mrs. Jones: HEY GIRL!

Mrs. Parker: [Waves back] Hey, how you doin'?

Mrs. Jones: Fine I'm on my manner to piece of work.

Mrs. Parker: Call me when you get habitation...

Mrs. Jones: [fakely] OK...

Dana Jones: [after Craig punches Deebo out] He thinks he'southward the Mack...

Mr. Jones: Hehe. Macaroni.

Mr. Jones: [Mr. Jones snoring and talking in his sleep] Requite me the ii piece special. Lots of hotsauce and all the chips you can give me. Cheers, thanks.

Craig Jones: I ain't trying to be no dog-catcher!

Mr. Jones: Why not?

Craig Jones: I don't even similar dogs!

Mr. Jones: That's the beauty of it! I grab a domestic dog, and I choke him, and I kick the shit out of him! All day long, my foot up a dog's ass! Just blindside-bang-blindside upwardly his ass! That's my pleasure.

Craig Jones: No, thank you.

Mr. Jones: Well, I'll tell you lot one thing: round here, you get to work, you go to schoolhouse. Outset of the month, the rent is due. If you ain't got nothin' on the table, you ain't gotta worry most catchin' a dog - You gotta worry near a dog catchin' YOUR donkey!

Mr. Jones: [in toilet] Boy, bring your donkey upwardly in here. What you talkin' 'bout, you look 'til I come out? I smelled your shit for 22 years, now you can odor mine for 5 minutes.

Smokey: Man that fool only playin' human, I ain't trippin.

Craig Jones: That'south yo problem. Aint' nobody playin' simply you. You walk upward and down the street all day playin'. He aint' playin' you lot call back he playin' 'bout his coin? He know where my momma stay know where y'all momma stay. He say he had a gun when you seen him correct?

Smokey: Yeah

Craig Jones: Well name one person in the hood that play similar that!

Ezal: Smoke, purchase me a 40oz for my birthday.

Smokey: Today your birthday?

Ezal: What's today?

Smokey: I've been smokin' e'er since I was 2.

Deebo: What's upwards, Stanley?

[No response]

Deebo: Well, fuck you, then, punk.

Big Worm: [as Craig halluncinates seeing Big Worm's head in the kitchen cabinet] You smoking my weed also? I gonna kill you and Smokey considering you playin' with my emotions...

[as Craig slams his cabinet door shut]

Big Worm: You lot heard? Hey!

[last lines]

Smokey: [on phone] Yep, I got your money. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk ass, busta donkey, Jheri curl wearin' ass friends come downwardly hither to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with.

Big Worm: First of all, don't be callin' hither like you some straight up "Yard", 'cause I'll cut your balls off and hand 'em to you, partner. I had to warn y'all likewise many times about my money, Smokey. You run into, information technology'due south the principle of the whole thing. There's principalities in this.

Smokey: Yeah, well... I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself next time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'one thousand through with this shit.

[hangs upwardly, and then lights a joint]

Smokey: [to the viewer] I was only bullshittin'! And you know this, human!

Smokey: You know Craig? Craig got fired!

Big Worm: What the fuck that gotta do wit me?

Craig Jones: [Pushes Deebo] Deebo human you trippin!

Deebo: [Evil Expect] Whatchu say piddling nigga

Craig Jones: Homo thats a female!

Deebo: Shut your piddling punk donkey upwardly, nigga before I drop yous like I did this bowwow!

[Takes out long knife]

Craig Jones: I ain't even tryin to fight you lot Deebo.

Deebo: [Deebo presumes to give evil look then smiles] Ezal!

[Gives knife to Ezal]

Deebo: y'all ain't gonna fight me because your nothing but a BITCH TOO!

[Pushes Craig]

Craig Jones: [Craig pulls out his gun]

Craig Jones: What I'm trippin on, is how you lot gonna sell bud, when you fume it?

Smokey: I don't know. That's my only problem.

Craig Jones: Big Worm gonna fuck you up.

Smokey: Big Worm ain't gonna practise a goddamn thing, man.

Craig Jones: All correct...

Deebo: Come up on Smoke, Stanley left his window open.

Smokey: I can't I'm on probation.

Deebo: Stop being a bitch and come on.

Joann: Damn, Smoke, don't be banging on the door like you the damn po-lice.

Rita: Ooooh, What's upward?

Smokey: Non a damn thannng!

Smokey: [near Red] He gonna cry in the automobile.

Smokey: [tearing through Craig's open up bedroom window drape] Pause yo' self Fool!

Craig Jones: Human being, await what you did to my drapery. You ameliorate watch that window you lot climbing in fool 'fo you get blasted on.

Smokey: With what? You ain't got nothin' homo.

Craig Jones: With this!

[pointing his Glock at Smokey]

Smokey: Man, Where you become that from?

Craig Jones: Yo Mama.

Smokey: Fuck you!

Craig Jones: Fuck you lot! He he he

[chuckling]

Smokey: Come on outside homo, and stop playing.

Craig Jones: Gotta go dressed.

Smokey: Hurry Up!

Craig Jones: Don't tell me to hurry up!

Smokey: [calling Big Worm on his phone] Hey um, did somebody... page Smokey?

Big Worm: [v.o. on phone] Don't play dumb nigger, you know who the is! Yous got my money?

Smokey: I ain't got information technology, only I'm gonna get it.

[Big Worm hangs upward]

Craig Jones: What happened?

Smokey: Man he simply hung upwards... I recall we better stay in the house.

Mrs. Jones: [Talking to Dana] Yous see what I said to tell u.s. before you lot leave the house.

Debbie: [Talking to Felisha] Look at your face! Look at your face!

Felisha: Information technology's going to be okay.

Debbie: No, look at your face.

Debbie: [Talking to Deebo] Who do you think you are?

Deebo: Girl what are you talking nearly?

Debbie: Y'all know what I'm talking most, punk. You striking my sister like if she was a fucking human.

Deebo: She had no business going through my pants when I was asleep!

Debbie: My sister don't need to steal zip from your broke donkey all correct.

Deebo: It'south all-time for you to have your ass dwelling house.

Debbie: I'M NOT SCARED OF You! All these niggas around here might be scared of y'all, but I'm not.

Deebo: [Throws the bicycle and stands up] YOU TAKE YOUR Ass HOME!

Debbie: NO, FUCK YOU! You're lucky I'm not a man, otherwise I kick yo donkey myself.

Deebo: [Slaps Debbie in the face] SHUT Upwards!

Craig Jones: I felt sorry for Smokey, 'cause peer pressure is a motherfucker.

Craig Jones: Baby you got some money?

Joi: Some huh! Umm... Nigga how much you need?

Craig Jones: About $200.

Joi: mm... I judge... What you gon give me?

Felisha: Craig

[clap handclapping]

Felisha: , Craig

Craig Jones: What!

Felisha: Tin I borrow yous VCR? I demand to dub a tape...

Craig Jones: Hell Naw

[Walkin away]

Felisha: Its "The Mack"!

Joi: Um... who the fuck is that bowwow... fuck u mothafucka... u retrieve u slick... gon come ova here and ask me for some money... well ask that bitch for some coin

[scurrrrrrrrr goes the car]

Smokey: [after smoking marijuana in the car with Hector and his friend, he finds himself running downwardly the street in his white A-shirt and white briefs] The adjacent thing I know, I was runnin' downwards the street in my damn drawers!

Mr. Jones: At present when I went to bed terminal nighttime. Didn't I tell yous accept out the trash?

Craig Jones: Yeah.

Mr. Jones: And so, why didn't you do it?

Craig Jones: I fell asleep.

Mr. Jones: I wish you was sleeping correct now, I knock you upside your caput with a left claw make your ass wake upward and take out that damn trash.

Craig Jones: [Craig goes to the trash can to dump out his cereal]

Mr. Jones: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?

Craig Jones: I'grand throwing this away. We own't even got no milk.

Mr. Jones: Yous better put some h2o on that damn shit!

Craig Jones: Alright, I'll swallow it.

Mr. Jones: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Take the garbage out front son!

Hector: [while smoking with Smokey] Hey, hey, hey! Take it like shooting fish in a barrel, holmes!

Smokey: I know what I'm doin', man! Shut the fuck up!

[Hector and his friend laugh at him]

Craig Jones: You amend become your ass off your shoulders and brand that money.

Joann: Smokey, I need you to become to the store and get me some cigarettes

Smokey: Requite me the money

Joann: [she hands smokey i dollar]

Smokey: Expect, Wait, Wait, Await a minute, what's this? This ain't enough

Joann: Brand it plenty

Smokey: DAMN!

Smokey: [talking about Mrs. Parker] Damn, I'd knock the dust off that pussy!

[Big Worm arrived at Craig's house and Smokey comes to him. The license plate says "Large Worm"]

Smokey: What's upwardly, Big Worm?

Large Worm: How much you got left?

Smokey: Man, I got to lot.

Big Worm: You lot however ain't sold that weed, Smokey?

Smokey: Human, I'm trying to, Worm. Niggas are broke these days.

Big Worm: I don't think you lot're applying yourself, Smokey.

[pause]

Large Worm: Yous're smoking my shit?

Smokey: Hell, no. Fuck with your shit? Hell, no.

Large Worm: You're smoking my shit?

Smokey: Man, why would I exercise some shit like that?

Big Worm: I don't desire take to fuck you up, Smokey. Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions.

Smokey: Worm! You're the last blood brother money, I'd mess with. I'll steal from my mama before I mess with your shit. At present you know this, man.

Big Worm: We'll encounter.

[begins to leaves and drives away from Smokey]

Craig Jones: Man what took you so long?

Deebo: This foo was scared man, he didn't even...

Stanley: [Interrupts Deebo and talks very irritated to Craig, Smokey and Deebo] Expect fellas. I've asked y'all nicely, but now I'm getting very irritated. For the last time, would you stay off of my FRIGGING GRASS, Please!

Smokey: Al'right man, distressing.

Stanley: Cheers.

[Smokey gives Stanley the center finger and Stanley falls]

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