Doughboy: Ho's gotta eat too. Doughboy: Yeah, I heard you been gettin' that dopehead pussy. See, me, I probably get more pussy than you get air with yo' wannabe macdaddy ass. Shalika: Why is it every time you talk about a female you gotta say bitch, ho, or hootchie? Doughboy: 'Cause that's what you are. Officer Coffey: Something wrong? Furious Styles: Something wrong? Yeah. It's just too bad you don't know what it is...*Brother*. Furious Styles: Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children. Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? The Old Man: Why? Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves. Shalika: How do you know God's a he? He can be a she. You don't know that.
[Furious has shot at a burglar] Furious: Somebody must have been praying for that fool, cause I swear I aimed right for his head. Tre Age 10: You should have blew it off. Furious Styles: Don't say that. Don't say that. Just would've contributed to the killing of another brother. Doughboy: We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga?!
[Ferris and gang take a step back.] Ferris: Put the gun away, nigga. Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot? Doughboy: Shut up, bitch! Mrs. Baker: You ain't shit. You just like your daddy. You don't do shit, and you never gonna amount to shit. All you do is eat, sleep, and shit.
[Tre answers the phone] Tre Styles: Who dis? Reva Deveraux: Boy, what are you talking about, "Who dis?" I know you been raised better than that! Now put your father on the phone. Furious Styles: Who dis? Doughboy: This shit goes on and on, you know? Either they don't know; don't show; or care about what's going on in the hood. Doughboy: I heard you like Mr. JQ Smooth now. Tre Styles: Yeah, I get a discount on clothes. How do I look? Doughboy: You look like you selling rocks. Doughboy: Turn your punk ass over! Doughboy: Life would be different if God was a bitch. Tre Styles: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ricky: What? Tre Styles: You're slamming my door like some kind of Gorilla on a football field! Ricky: Damn, Nigger! What's wrong with you? Tre Styles: Nothing. Doughboy: Fool you don't go to college to be talkin' to no bitches. Your black ass 'posed to be learnin' somethin'. Can't learn shit talkin' to no stupid ass bitch.
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