Tales from the Hood

Ball:
What you sayin'? We dead, motherf***er?

Mr. Simms:
VERY!

Bulldog:
Motherf***er bullshit! If we dead then what we doin' in a funeral home with your crazy ass?

Mr. Simms:
This ain't no funeral home! It ain't the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome to Hell, motherf***ers!

Newton:
What are we going to say? The body of a citizen we murdered has come back to kill us?

Newton:
Damn it, man, this is no time to panic!

Strom:
Then when the F*** do we begin to panic?

Martin Moorehouse:
Clarence! Bring them to me! Bring them to ME!

Clarence:
I will! I will! I will!

Clarence:
Are you satisfied now, brother?

Martin Moorehouse:
Where were you when I NEEDED you, brother?

Eli:
You need to be scared, Mr. Metger. Them dolls didn't want him there. They don't want you there. Now you'd best get out before you wind up just like him. Or worse.

Carl:
This sh*t ain't over yet, b*tch!

Sissy:
Oh, but I think it is.

Mr. Simms:
After you killed Crazy K, a few of his boys killed you! I guess you didn't make it!

Martin Moorehouse:
Welcome - to MY world!

Mr. Simms:
Don't worry! You'll get the sh*t! You'll be KNEE-DEEP in sh*t!

Dr. Cushing:
What's the matter, Jerome? You don't like seeing black people get killed? But isn't that what you've been doing all your life? You know, Jerome, Cain was the world's first murderer. He slayed his brother. And how many brothers HAVE YOU SLAIN?

Mr. Simms:
I have some iodine in the lab.

Stack:
Hey, man! I don't need nothing from no house of dead folks! Besides, I ain't no baby!

Mr. Simms:
Of course you're not.

Ball:
Sure looked like one when that door swung open!

Bulldog:
Hey, man, you got your piece on you?

Stack:
Yeah.

Bulldog:
Well if some dead motherf***er comes f***in' with you, you kill his ass! Got it?

Stack:
Hold up, Bulldog! How ya supposed to kill somethin' that's already dead?

Bulldog:
WHAT?

Stack:
Yeah, how ya supposed to kill somethin' that's already dead? That's like killin' some sh*t twice!

Ball:
Like refryin' some beans 'n sh*t! I never did get that. Why not just fry that sh*t right the first time?

Ball:
Man, that place DOES look evil as Hell!

Mr. Simms:
I'll tell you about Clarence here along the way - unless, of course, you're scared.

Mr. Simms:
It's here, in the coffins! WHERE ELSE would I hide it?

Mr. Simms:
Oh, I must say, I don't think you can reform those types. No - you just kill them.

Gangster #1:
What about us?

Gangster #2:
That sh*t was wrong, man!

Gangster #1:
Just drove by and started blastin'!

Gangster #2:
That sh*t was wrong, man!

Gangster #1:
We're not even the ones who capped your homie!

Gangster #2:
That sh*t was really wrong, G!