Martin1992

Sheneneh:
[comes out of her apartment and sees Gina and Pam moving boxes] Ah! Well, well, well! Looky, looky, looky, looky, looky! Oh, I guess Martin done finally kicked you to the curb, huh, Gina? Well, send me a postcard from Bourgie-ville. Aha! Oh-ba-da...

Gina:
For your information, Sheneneh... [Sheneneh turns around and both are face to face with each other] Oh, yes. I'm here.

Sheneneh:
Oh, you're here?

Gina:
Oh, yes.

Sheneneh:
Well then say what you gotta say before I tear it. What's happening? What's happ...

Gina:
I am not moving out. I'm moving in.

Sheneneh:
[gasps] No! Pose. No!

Gina:
Yes.

Sheneneh:
You don't have my permission to move up in here!

Pam:
Permission? Puh-lease. You ain't got to explain nothin' to her.

Sheneneh:
Doot, doot! Doot-doot-doot! Must time repeat itself? [Motions Gina to move out of her way] Move it along, move it along, bring it across! Now - [Turns back to Gina who is close on her] - would you back up off me... rowr-rowr... before I tear it right down the middle? I'll snatch your grill from you. I'll snatch it. Take all your frets. [Turns back to Pam] Now... I was not even talkin' to you, Cujo! I happen to be 3rd Floor Captain in this here building, a'ight? A'ight? [Has here finger in Pam's face. Pam puts hers up to move Sheneneh's out of the way]

Pam:
You better get that finger out...

Sheneneh:
Don't you touch - [Pam's finger breaks off Sheneneh's nail] B*tch done broke my nail! [Both prepare to scrap]

Gina:
Oh, no! Sheneneh, just stop it! Come on now!