Marcus:
Man, you gonna get a nigga locked up!
Detective Criton:
People with jobs don't live in trailers.
Crazy Cal:
Why aren't we partying? Hit the music, white boy!
Kareem:
This ain't even the right kind. You know I need Magnums. I'm packin'.
Roxy:
I know, Papa, I know, but if you want to pack that inside of me, you've gotta pack it inside of this.
Kareem:
How about you just let me stick the head in?
Roxy:
How about you just stick the tongue in?
Kareem:
How about we just forget it?
Kareem:
You hear something?
Roxy:
Baby, this is weed, not crack. What's wrong with you?
Jody:
Oh my god, we're gonna die. We're gonna die!
Karina:
No one is gonna die.
Crazy Cal:
Uh, you might want to rephrase that. "No one else is gonna die." Because theres a girl out there with her fucking throat cut wide open.
Jody:
Oh my god, we are gonna die.
Crazy Cal:
[
to Scott] Where are you stabbed at?
Kareem:
He ain't stabbed. I accidentally knocked his ass out.
Karina:
Does it really matter whose fault it is? There's a fucking psycho with an ax in this house. How about we blame him, the killer? If you fuckers can stop trying to prove who's got a bigger dick, maybe we can get out alive.
[
last lines]
Detective Criton:
Don't worry about a thing. We'll take care of you. It's over now.
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