ATL

[from trailer]

Rashad:
[to his brother] You ain't gotta be a dope boy to have money.

New New:
I can't even believe I'm telling you this right now. You're different, Rashad. You're special.

Rashad:
Special, huh? I don't know about that.

New New:
I wish you could see what I see.

Brooklyn:
Why after every sentence you call me "shawty"? "Yo shawty... shawty." I'm taller than you!

Rashad:
Okay, well, let me ask you this then: in New York City then why ya'll gotta say "yo, son" after every sentence? I'm not your kid, I'm not your child, why I gotta be your son?

Teddy:
Money...

Rashad:
B...

Brooklyn:
I call you "sun," 'cause you shine like one. Ya' feel me?

Rashad:
That was real sentimental. Thanks.

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
What you hustlin'?

Rashad:
You know better than that.

Rashad:
My Pops used to always say dreamin' is the luxury of children, and that I should enjoy it. And he was right.

Veda:
Who's that?

Star:
I don't know. They keep hangin' up.

Veda:
Star 69 them.

Star:
Excuse me, I am not a ho.

Esquire:
Here come Ghetto Ghetto and her two twins.

Rashad:
[chuckling] New New.

New New:
What's so funny?

Rashad:
What kind of name is New New, anyway?

New New:
I'm New New cause I always rock the new, new sh*t. Thank you.

Rashad:
Well, I heard you and you homegirls don't buy none of that new, new sh*t.

New New:
Whatever.

Teddy:
Ya'll sure are. And you know something, New New...

New New:
Nope.

Teddy:
No, I mean. I'm sayin', when we gon' get together?

New New:
Not gon' happen. Never.

Teddy:
I mean, why don't you just let me finish what I gotta say?

New New:
I know what you gon' ask me, Teddy, I know you. And I seen you skate.

Teddy:
So?

New New:
So that tells me everything I need to know about a man.

Teddy:
Pssh, well, then you should know that, that I'm the quickest one out there, you know? I be pumpin' in out there, baby. I pop, pop, pop!

New New:
Exactly. A quick pumper.

New New:
I came over here to see if you was goin' to Big Booty Judy graduation party.

Rashad:
So how do I skate?

New New:
What you mean?

Marcus:
It's all part of the game, young buck.

Tondie:
[to Ant] You tell me. You're the one that's shinin'.

Tondie:
So, you wanna hook up or what?

Jay:
[whispers] I heard you holding that!

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Man, who told you you that?

Jay:
You trying to act like I haven't known you since the third grade.

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Yeah, but you've been out of school for four weeks.

Jay:
Man, I had mono. So what's up? You holding, or what?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
[pauses] Naw.

Jay:
Aight, that's whats up.

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
[walks down the stairs; whispers to his friends] Narc.

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Fine, be that way! That's why you need a timing belt, b*tch!

Marcus:
Any kids?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
None that I know of.

Marcus:
You doing somethin'?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
I'm doing a li'l somethin'.

Marcus:
Boy, you ain't doin' nothin', boy! What's your last place of employment, youngblood?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Cleaning.

Marcus:
Cleaning? Looks like Swann Cleaning Service 'bout to lose an employee.

Marcus:
You wanna work, right?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Yeah.

Marcus:
But you know this is grown-man business, right?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
I know.

Marcus:
You sure?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Uh-huh.

Marcus:
Okay. We'll see.

New New:
Why don't you cut across the middle and get your feet wet?

Esquire:
Why don't you go roll neck at somebody else and get up out mine's?

New New:
I'm just trying to help you out! Your takeoff is weak and you're starting to make Rashad look bad!

Esquire:
[frowns at her] I don't like you. I really don't!

New New:
[points to the rink] Uh-oh. And why don't you go catch up?

Austin:
This is Ant.

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
[extends hand] Sup?

Marcus:
[extends fist for pound] Germs. Cleanliness is next godliness, right?

Antwone "Ant" Swann:
Aight.

Marcus:
Back up.

Esquire:
You got a Picasso in yo house!

Uncle George:
Now, look, I ain't trying to get in your business... but, I mean I do know a little something about being pissed. I mean, it's all - You know, it's all just feelings, man. From females to friends to funerals... it's all about the feelings. I just want you to recognize the difference between what you feel and what's real. That way you don't look back on life with a bunch of regret.

Uncle George:
Pleasure turns to the pain, / Of the lessons learned from the strain, / Of the questions burned in my brain, / About whether to love is humane / In its touch. / These thoughts are like salmon / Swimming upstream / In the tears of your deceit, / Fighting the current hurt / That kills more than is created / By the chaos of our intertwined emotions: / Chaotic because the anchor / Of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel / Of my undying infatuation. / Separation not as simple as the distance between us, / My mind no longer possessed / By the demons / That had been the overseers / Of my enslavement to your lies. / The seeds of these lies, / Rooted so deeply / They have cracked the foundation / Of what we once shared, / Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside / To gush out like a river, / Ripping the image of our future together / From my thoughts / As violently and as brutally / As if it were a child being taken / From his mother's arms. / I'm left surrounded in darkness, / But I refuse to be swallowed by it, / My loneliness like the night air. / Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch, / In its cold uncomfortableness. / Yet if I could do it all over again, / I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. / To lay down and let love die, / Just stay down and let love lie: / No, no, not I. / I'll stay 'round and let love fly, / Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. / Nothing else could taste this warm / Or feel this sweet.

Teddy:
Mmm... her ass fatter than a swamp possum with the mumps!

Brooklyn:
Oh, can I get an iced tea?

Waffle House Waitress:
Sweet or Unsweet?

Brooklyn:
[licks lips then bites then bites them] Sweet.