my favorite store. Hey. I’m gonna
go in here and get me
a malt liquor slurpee. Run across the street
and get me some barbecue
potato chips. Ooh.
Can I keep the change ? Hell, no, fool.
That’s a ten-dollar food stamp. Better bring me back
my change. Cheapskate.
Stupid. What’s up now,
you pretty punk trick ? [ laughing ] Hey ! What’s up ?
We got a problem,
toothpick ? I said,
do we have a problem ? [ chuckling ]
we got a problem
for ya. Right here. This a problem.
Right there. Right there. – [ all laughing ]
– all right.
We’ll play a little game. Right here. I said do… We… Have… A… Problem,
huh ? Oh. “u.S.S.R.” You better get your stinky asses
outta here before I cause
a nuclear holocaust, fool. Well, let’s go !
Fool, come on ! It’ll be hiroshima
and nigger-saki. Fool, let’s go ! Let’s go !
That’s right, boy !
You better get on outta here ! And don’t come back ! Punk !
Tray, bring your
simple behind on ! [ electronic beeping ]