Woo

Hop:
Whoo. I'm runnin' things, I'm running things. Yo! This is the spot! I'm here every week, every week. I got it goin' on up in here, y'all. I had a ball.

Frankie:
Naw, man, I think you had 2 balls. He had so many balls, he could have played pool up in his place.

Hop:
What? Oh, y'all's playin' pool again? You can't beat him, boy, leave him alone. Hey, did y'all check out Phyllis?

Romaine:
That's *Phillip*.

Frankie:
Didn't you see "The Crying Game"? Didn't you look at the neck?

Hop:
Yeah, I checked out the neck. I'm the one that put them hickies on it. I been suckin' on it all night.

Romaine:
Hop, they were *all men*. Yo, it's time to go, man. Don't call me no more.

Frankie:
You need to rent "The Crying Game."

Hop:
Oh, god! Agh!

Romaine:
[accidentally in a transvestite nightclub] That was a *dude* in that dress!

Frankie:
Shoulders!

Celestrial:
[clucks] Hah!

Frankie:
[in a transvestite nightclub] Um, excuse me. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but is that a paper bag that you're wearing?

Celestrial:
[wearing what looks like a low cut, fashion-designer mini-dress, made out of brown paper] Ah, well, as a matter of fact, it is. I'm a designer / slash / astrologist. Trust, I believe in all that cosmic carrying on, and woo-la-la. Cluck!