Stroker and Hoop2004

Hoop:
How much you want for them, bro?

Chico:
Heh heh. How much you got?

Hoop:
How does 800 big ones sound?

Chico:
800K? Cool.

Hoop:
Oh, I'm sorry. 800 little ones.

Chico:
Meet me at that seedy motel across the street in exactly 12 hours. [leaves]

Hoop:
I wonder why seedy means crappy. I mean, seeds are miraculous. Fruit grows from them.

Coroner Rick:
You'll have to figure that out without me, fellas. I can't hang with this gangsta lifestyle no more.

Hoop:
Too many hoes and ass whippings for your taste, Coroner Rick?

Coroner Rick:
No, man. It's all that second-hand smoke.