The Boondocks, Season 1

Granddad:
(pondering) Let's see... I want a... umm...

(cut to female customer)

Female customer:
(speaking quickly) I'll take two small lemonades with ice, two small lemonades without ice, three large lemonades — one with ice, one with no ice, one with crushed ice...

(cut back to Granddad)

Granddad:
You guys have aaummmmmm... uh... hmmm...

(cut to Riley)

Riley:
(slaps some change on the counter) That's all I got.

Jazmine:
Lemonade is a dollar.

Riley:
That's all I got! Make it work, I'm thirsty!

Jazmine:
Lemonade is a dollar!

Riley:
I ain't got no dollar! It's hot as hell out here, man, jus hook me up! All the money I spend up in this place? This some ol' bullshit!

Jazmine:
Lemonade... is... a... DOLLAR!

(cut back to Granddad)

Granddad:
Hmm... Do you guys have anything other than lemonade?

Jazmine:
(stares annoyingly at him)

(cut to Huey)

Huey:
Jazmine, this is stupid. You're bein' exploited.

Jazmine:
You'll never get anywhere in this world without doing a fair day's work for a fair day's pay.

Huey:
Jazmine, Ed's never gonna give you that pony!

Jazmine:
Next!

(cut to Tom)

Tom:
Peaches, I think it's time you come inside.

Jazmine:
Can't talk, Dad, makin' lemonade.

Tom:
Come on, honey, I want you inside now.

Annoyed customer one:
I have been waiting twenty minutes for this lemonade.

Annoyed customer two:
I'm thirsty!

Wuncler:
(approaching Tom) What's the problem?

Tom:
Mr. Wuncler, ya know, yesterday I thought this was cute, but, don't you think you guys are taking this a little far?

Wuncler:
Jazmine can leave whenever she wants, but Sammy Davis, Jr. the Pony will have to be put down.

Jazmine:
What?!

Wuncler:
He's your pony now. Your percentage was supposed to pay for his food and upkeep. Now he'll starve to death in a puddle of his own feces.

Jazmine:
(begins sobbing loudly)

Tom:
(obligedly) Oh come on... Mr. Wuncler...

Jazmine:
I don't wanna leave, Mr. Wuncler! Please, Daddy, don't make me leave!

Wuncler:
(pulling Tom aside) There you have it. You know the name of the game; your daughter chose me. Now we can handle this like some gentlemen, or we can get into some old gangster shit.

Tom:
(nervous, goes back to Jazmine) Okay, best of luck, honey! (he scurries away)