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And you b*tches putting

all the sh*t in the dumpsters.

You got to recycle.

Who had 104?

I did.

You didn't empty the cans in 104.

I'm docking your pay.

- That ain't right.

- Who are you supposed to be?

Goddamn Mighty Morphing

f***ing Power Ranger?

What you gonna do?

I'm docking her pay.

Speaking of pay...

...I thought you said

that you was gonna pay me under the table.

They're taking taxes out of my check.

I ain't got enough money...

- ...to pay for my babysitter.

- On this good earth...

...there are three peoples

I don't mess with.

The I, the R, and the S.

But I got my babysitter.

Look, if you don't like working

for Luther's Janitorial...

...why don't you just

take your broke ass home?

Otherwise, shut the f*** up

and get back to work.

Hey. You know, you're one

cold-hearted motherf***er, Luther.

- Get back to work.

- You ain't have to talk to her like that.

Get back to work.

Tisean, you have got to

learn to stand up for yourself.

Did y'all hear what happened to Frankie?

- Our Frankie? TISEAN: What?

Lorenz and them robbed her bank.

This kid's got 211 s in four cities.

He has one at Nevada, Arizona.

I mean, sh*t he's damn near a professional,

and what's he, 21?

They're getting younger.

Yeah.

I want everything you've got

on his young ass.

Where he hangs out, who he knows...

...where his mother lives, everything.

I want it all.

Look at that. Check that out.

His hair.

What is that?

AP?

What's that, a nickname?

- A**hole Perhaps? Ha, ha.

- Perhaps.

A**hole Perhaps.

Oh, f*** off.

Cleo, when are you gonna fix

this raggedy sh*t?

- Never mind my sh*t, fool.

- Ha, ha.

I heard what happened

at the bank the other day.

Keep your head up, girl, all right?

All right.

Up, up, up. Ha, ha.

You need to wash this motherf***er

or something.

That's all right. Your sh*t is original.

Damn right.

Don't worry,

one day my sh*t is gonna be tight.

Cleo, girl, you've been fixing up this car

since 7th grade.

Do you know Lorenz

and them got away with 20 grand?

Twenty G's, damn.

See, that's what the f*** we need to do.

Rob a bank.

- No, that's crazy.

- Now really, though.

The four of us could take a bank.

Look, if that crackhead, Darnell could

rob a bank, we could take the bank.

Twenty G's would save my life

right now.

Stevie needs tuition.

Well, too bad we ain't some hard-up

crackhead motherfuckers...

...like Lorenz and them.

Then, sure, we could do some suicidal sh*t

like rob a bank.

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