YOU EAT A DICK NICCA.
YOU EAT A DICK.
Exorcism
Huey Freeman: This isn't an exorcism - it's a beating.
Uncle Ruckus: Sometimes there is very little difference.
Ah-hah! Get off me! You’ve got a date Robert? Did you tell her you have two sets of genitals! A vagina and a coochie! Oh, that’s a conjunction! A vagina and a coochie!
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| — | Tom/Stinkmeaner |
Congratulations for reading.
Thugnificent: Hey man, is this your brother?
Huey: Hello...goodbye
Thugnificent: Yo nigga, your brother told us how you be all into reading and shit. Hey that’s some real good shit my nigga, for real. Congratulations nigga.
Huey: Did you just congratulate me for reading?
Flonominal: Word, oh yeah, man, you know? Good shit, homie, word, yaknamean? Ya know that reading shit, yaknamean, it's hard, son! Word, yaknamean? Word, yaknamean, especially when them books be, yakneamn? You know, real thick and heavy like, yaknamean? Word, yaknamean?
Vision? What do you know about my vision? My vision would turn your world upside down, tear asunder your illusions, and send the sanctuary of your own ignorance crashing down around you. Now ask yourself, Are you ready to see that vision?
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| — | Huey Freeman (via tommyoliver) |
"He was so gangsta that I used to have dreams that Ice Cube came to my house and killed my whole family"
(via desmondkills)
You heard me, nigga, niggas can’t fight. They don’t possess the strength of character or the mental quickness to be a great fighter. That’s why all the best fighters in the world have always been white men. Jack Dempsey, Rocky Marciano, Sly-vester Stallone, and don’t forget Ralph Macchio! Name me one great, black, heavyweight fighter. Name one, go ahead, try, name one. See there? Ya can’t do it. What, what what, what? Oh, oh, oh, oh you wanna pull Ali out yo’ ass? That what you thinkin’ ‘bout? Muhammad Ali? Well, if that nigga so tough, then why he didn’t go to Vietnam? I’ll tell you why. ‘Cause he was scared, that’s why. Shoot. “No Vietnamese ever called me nigga.” I call him a nigga eight times before I have breakfast, now what he gon’ do? Hold on, I’ll make it nine… NIGGA!
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| — | Uncle Ruckus |
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“…thats a bitch move santa.” - Riley
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The absence of evidence
Ed Wuncler III: Look! He got a weapon!
Gin Rummy: Whoa, wait a minute now. Put the gun down.
Store Owner: Gun? What gun? I'm not holding gun. Guys, it's me. Ed, your father helped me build this store.
Gin Rummy: I don't know you, motherfucker! Now, put down the weapon! Put it down!
Store Owner: There is no weapon! Look!
Gin Rummy: Drop the weapon!
Officer Frank: I... I don't see a weapon!
Huey Freeman: There is no weapon! They're robbin' the store!
Store Owner: I am not holding a weapon! I am not holding a weapon!
Gin Rummy: Officer, this motherfucker's got a gun pointed at you! Do you wanna die?
Officer Frank: What?
Gin Rummy: Do you want to die?
Officer Frank: I... I don't want to die!
Huey Freeman: He does not have a gun!
Gin Rummy: He does have a gun, officer, trust me! The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence!
Officer Frank: I don't see a gun!
Ed Wuncler III: Man, fuck this shit! Who's side are you on? Mine, or this motherfucker who's obviously of terrorist descent?
Officer Frank: Wait... I think I can see the gun now.
Child Labor
Ed Wuncler: I admire entrepreneurship in young people.
Huey Freeman: You mean like them 12-year-old girls that work in your sweatshops in Indonesia?
Ed Wuncler: That's right, every morning I wake up and put one foot on the ground and the other up the ass of a 12 year-old Indonesian girl.
