Dope

Narrator:
Malcolm lives in Inglewood, California, in the Darby-Dixon neighborhood referred to as the Bottoms.

Jib:
Give me your bike!

Narrator:
Malcolm's friends Jib and Diggy are also geeks.

Jib:
All I wanna do is a zoom, zoom, zoom and a boom boom.

Malcolm:
Word.

Malcolm:
If Neil deGrasse Tyson were writing about Ice Cube, this is what it would look like.

Mr. Bailey:
You go to high school in Inglewood. You think you're going to get into Harvard?

Malcolm:
I'm from a poor, crime-filled neighborhood, raised by a single mother, don't know my dad, blah, blah. It's cliche.

Jaleel:
Yo, Lilu, what are you doing opening the door butt ass naked for? Excuse my dumbass sister, man. What up?

Malcolm:
Are you AJ?

Jaleel:
No, that's my dad.

Malcolm:
I need to speak to him. It's about boys' club.

Jaleel:
Right, right, well, my dad's at his office for like a couple hours but y'all could hang out here until he gets back if you want.

Malcolm:
We, um, you know...

Jaleel:
Hey, you want to come in?

Malcolm:
Yeah, yeah

Jaleel:
Come in

Narrator:
William Ian Sherwood the third, musician, scholar, rake, entrepreneur, conspiracy theorist. Malcolm, Jib and Diggy met William at band camp three years ago...

Will Sherwood:
Yo, you niggas need some weed? I got you. Good sh*t, fair prices...

Narrator:
William assured them that he used the word nigga only as a term of endearment as explained by Q-Tip in the classic song "Sucka Nigga." After that, they all hit it off, though, he never used that word again.

Malcolm:
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Malcolm Adekanbi. I'm a straight-A student with nearly perfect SAT scores. I play in a punk band with my friends and I'm a 90s hip hop geek. A bad day for most geeks would be being the butt of jokes but when you live in the Bottoms, a bad day could look like this.

Dom:
He's probably got one of those photogenic brains.

Malcolm:
You mean photographic memory?

Dom:
What I just say?

Malcolm:
I mean, yeah, you just said it, reiterating.

[first lines]

Malcolm:
Soon the world is only going to buy and sell products using bitcoins.

Narrator:
Malcolm, Jib and Diggy used to be in the school marching band, but quit in protest after refusing to play the Harlem Shake.

Austin Jacoby:
If you order a Rick Ross or Macklemore CD...

Malcolm:
I would not order a Macklemore CD. That wouldn't happen.

Diggy:
Guys, the FBI can track us. The police...

Jib:
No, they can't. Not if you use a Tor browser.

Diggy:
What the f*** is that?

Jib:
Onion routing.

Malcolm:
Layered encryptions.

Jib:
It's like a game of Whac-A-Mole with thousands of computers...

Diggy:
Wait, what the f*** is a Whac-A-Mole?

Jib:
I am 14% African. Ancestry.com.

Diggy:
I'm George W. Bush. I don't give a f*** what the vote says.

Malcolm:
So, why do I want to attend Harvard? If I was white, would you even have to ask me that question?