Roll Bounce

Sweetness:
I'm the king of this here flo', ya dig?

Byron:
You know i dont like back tracking.

Victor:
Yeah, we're highly opposed to backtracking

Xavier 'X':
My fault. Look, i'll just bring em out at night next time.

Byron:
Bring'em out at night? No, you ain't gonna just bring 'em out at night next time. What, so the German shepherd adn the pit bull puppies could snatch the bag outta there and have empty diapers and cigarette wrappers and Snickers wrappers and Stayfree boxes laid all out in the middle of the street?

Victor:
Yeah. Then the neighbors call in down to the plant complainin'. Talkin about how we didn't do our job correctly.

Byron:
And then we get complaints and warnings from our boss.

Victor:
Then after the warning comes a demerit., And when you get to three demerits, you know what happens then?... A n*gger lose his job!, His house! His family! Get kicked out of church cause you no longer got money for the collection plate. They want you out. All because you bringin' out the garbage late.

Byron:
That's right. And i'm tellin' you straight up, man, if i lose my job, man you're gonna put on a little Evel Knievel suit and sell some dimes and nicks on a Big Wheel. you're gonna get my money some kinda way!

Victor:
Yea, Then, 'cause of our rock-hard bodies we developed from liftin' trash

Byron:
Right

Victor:
We end up in the alley as prostitutes.

Byron:
Righ...

Victor:
[looks at Byron] Yeah, that's right! You too!

Byron:
I don't know about all that.

Victor:
Yeah it could happen. You end up in the alley with the shirt off, sweaty. Sellin'. Not for money! Just for a bite off the man's hamburger.

Byron:
The point is we tryin' to make: Don't mess with the Department of Sanitation or you will come up dirty!

Junior:
In the immortal words of my cousin, Rudy Rambo III, from the East Side...

Mixed Mike:
Hey, Rudy Rambo was a pimp!

Junior:
Man, pimps got advice, too. Look, stop discriminating on the black man. In the immortal words of my cousin, Rudy Rambo III, from the East Side, there's three types of people in this world - people who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who get Pimp Slapped for not having Rudy Rambo's money on time.

Sweetness:
Let's do this Johnny!

Naps:
Can I get a size 9 please? Now, ahora.

Bernard:
Hey! Calm down 'fro magnum!

Junior:
[continuing in playing the dozens] Your mouth looks like an explosion in a tin foil factory.

Tori:
Oh yeah? Well at least I'm getting my teeth corrected. Look at yours. You need to stop chewing on those yellow crayons and start scrubbing with some Colgate yuck mouth. [she slaps X five from behind his back while Boo, Mixed Mike, and Naps are laughing hysterically]

Junior:
[stammering] That's not even fair. You can't say yuck mouth. And anyway, I'm allergic to toothpaste.

Sweetness:
What you scared? Scared that you don't belong over here? That you are beneath us?

Xavier 'X':
No, see I'm just trying to help you save face! Cuz I would hate to see you get spanked in front of all your fans!

Sweetness:
Young blood, you couldn't spank me if your hands were glued to my ass!

Xavier 'X':
My hands glued to your ass? I don't know, that sounds a little sweet to me sweetness!

Tori:
Sweetness you so fine!

Junior:
Yes you are!

Boo:
Junior!

Junior:
Sh! I'm talking to tootsie!

Junior:
Naps? I know you ain't crying.

Naps:
[trying to hide his crying] No, I just have an eye condition.

Junior:
The only condition you need is for that hair!