"Listen, I know you don't smoke weed...I know this. But I'ma get you hiigh today. 'Cause it's Friday...you ain't got no job...and you ain't got shit to do!"
"I'll have the um, 2-piece special...lotsa hot sauce, and all the...FRIIES, you can gimme. ...ughh, thank ye thank ye."
"You smokin' my weed, too? I'ma kill you AAnd Smokey, 'cause you're playin' with my emotions, you're...HEY - H. H. HEY!"
"That's my nigga. That's. My. Nigga."
"Ohhh...I'm suein' yall! Ohh, I'm hurt...ohh my neck! My back! My neck and my back! Ohh...I want a hundred and fifty THOUSAND! But we can settle out of court right now, for twenty bucks."
What you got on my fortie, hommie?"
"I want to spend Reds money."
"That's just Debbie from down the street."
"Don't nobody go into the bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes."
"You call that game?"
"Ohh I didn't say I was cooking nothin' for you, this for me. Have some cereal."
"We ain't got no milk."
"Use water, it won't hurt."
"It's your aa-ass, Mr. Postman!"