House Party
1990
Pop: You remind me of a place called Straight Off a Cop's Ass. You're making me homesick.
Pop: The only fucking disturbance is you MESSING WITH ME!
Bilal: Kick your bitch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment! I'm the DJ. LaDonna: Bitch? Who you callin' a bitch? Your mama's a sorry bitch. Bilal: Hey, my mama ain't no bitch. LaDonna: If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch. Bilal: Hey, I'll kick your ass. I'll fight a girl.
Play: Niggers ain't breakin' my mama's good stuff, let 'em fuck with this plastic.
Pop: I don't give a damn if Marvin Gaye 'gonna be there, you wont!
Pop: Ya know, with all that jerry curl juice you got in your hair, you better not ever commit a crime! The police won't have any problem finding you! "Follow the drip, follow the drip!"
Stab: Yo, I'l put my foot so far up yo ass you be shittin' sneaker for a month
Pop: I gotta get this fan fixed. It's so hot in here, I could'a sworn I saw the Devil sittin' in the living room.
Pop: I'm from a small town called "Fresh Off a Cop's Ass", and you're making me homesick.
Kid: Wave your hands in the air, everybody!
Kid: I wish I could come out and play with you tonight, but I'm a little busy... with your girl on my lap.
Stab, Zilla and Peewee: I smell pussy!
George Clinton: I might cry two tears in a bucket. Fuck it. Let's take it to the stage.
Stab: Who got a light? Stab: Who got a light?
Cop #2: How about a Bud Light?
Zilla: After getting beat up by those cops, I"m about ready to whip somebody's ass.
Pee Wee: And were gonna kick your fucking ass!
Pop: I don't know why they named that boy that african name... kmowing he from clevland!