Friday After Next

Craig Jones:
Ho-ho, Motherf***er!

Mr. Jones:
The chili here makes you wanna slap your mama!

Craig Jones:

Day-Day:
It ain't ya booty, it's ya beauty.

Money Mike:
Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it.

Craig Jones:
He looked like Bobby Brown in a goddamn Santa Claus suit.

Day-Day:
With that big ol' wolf p*ssy.

Money Mike:
Crunching on your balls in a one horsed open sleigh.

Day-Day:
One of them said they was gonna suck my dick from the back. I'm tryin' to see what that be like!

Day-Day:
Man, What about the fine ass hos I had coming here.

Day-Day:
They said they were gonna f*** for a buck, do something strange for a little piece of change, and I know we're gonna make them Holler for a doller.

Day-Day:
One of 'em said they'd suck my dick from the back I ain't never had that happen to me, I'm trying to see what that be like.

Craig Jones:
About a year ago, my pops quit his dog-catching job and went into business with my uncle Elroy. They ran this spot called Brothers Barbecue. Taste so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama. You might have seen the commercial.

Uncle Elroy:
"Ya'll tired of eatin' that barbecue from up the street? Where they give you more sauce than they give you meat? Then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulveard, that's right off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama!" Ain't that right, Willie?

Mr. Jones:
Yeah, boy! Hey, mama?

Grandma Jones:
What the hell you want, Willie?

Uncle Elroy:
Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.

Craig Jones:
You might have missed it. They only had enough money for a 15-second spot.

Bad Boy #1:
Man he don't look like no reindeer, he look like a pit bull. Giddy up pit bull.

Uncle Elroy:
You better stop jumpin' up and down before I have to bite you or something.

Bad Boy #1:
Can you lock your jaws and shake like a pit bull.

Uncle Elroy:
Yeah, want me to show you?

Rickey Smiley:
They cant hold me primetime.