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See, I told you. This motherf***er is crazy.

F***ing real crazy.

What the f*** did you call me?

''N*gger.''

Come on, man. This motherf***er

thinks he is black as sh*t.

Crazy-ass motherf***er.

Yeah.

You better go and get this motherf***er

out of my face before I shoot him.

Come on, Stretch.

Why am I always waiting for you?

For once in your life can you just come on?

I'm coming. I don't know why you're in

such a hurry. You ain't got sh*t to do.

- See you Thursday.

- Cool

You won't be seeing me for a while.

It's my last day getting high.

- New Year's resolution.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

- That's good, man. I'm real proud of you.

Sh*t, I need to kick myself, man.

Seems like I've been doing more dope

than I've been selling nowadays.

- (STRETCH):
Yeah.

- What about you, n*gger?

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

I'll be pulling for you, my man.

Yeah, pull on this.

You've got to chillwith that ''n*gger''-sh*t, man.

You're comfortable with me, but don't

call me ''n*gger'' in front of black people.

They'll ask why I let a honky call me ''n*gger''.

Term of f***ing endearment.

It'll be a term of you getting your ass kicked.

You can't say that! ''N*gger''! You're not black!

You're going to say that sh*t

to the wrong person,

- and I swear to God I'll..

- Hey! Don't look up.

That's the guy you hit in the head.

Sh*t, those are definitely his plates!

- Why don't you go back and kick his ass?

- F*** you! You think I won't?

Think I f***ing won't?

Hey! My friend here was extremely

disappointed with his purchase.

He was under the impression

that batteries would be included.

(SPOON):
Sh*t! Come on!

Let them go.

That was close, way too f***ing close.

Think we lost them?

(SPOON):
Yeah, we lost them.

Sh*t, I blew my high!

My last time getting high

and these motherfuckers blow it.

Hi, I'm trying to check on the condition

of Ms Barbara Cook.

I brought her in last night.

Actually, it was this morning.

He could have f***ing shot us!

(SPOON):
Yeah.

OK, thanks.

No change. Critical condition.

I think you're right

about this ''luck running out''-sh*t.

We're f***ing broke. Cookie paid

the rent for the last three months.

- (STRETCH):
Now this...

- Yeah. You're right.

(TV):
No, I think thatifyou do it in

theprivacy ofyourown home, fine,

butbreast-feeding inpublic

is downrightdisgusting.

This is Skip Woods takingyour calls.

When we return.Addicts - do we

really want to give them free needles.

We'llbe rightback with

'America - Love it orget the hell out''.

I hate that f***ing guy.

- (STRETCH):
Hey, Spoon!

- Yeah?

I'm coming with you tomorrow.

That's good.

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