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Yes, yes, and yes.

Oh, my God, I love poetry.

I write in my diary every day.

Oh, really?

Let me kick something for you.

She sits there

Pain filling the back of her eyes...

Forcing them to leak...

So all I need to do is

I need to get your digits.

Your daddy ain't around, is he?

Even though her tolerance

Has reached its peak...

Now, look here, when you call me,

don't even trip, okay?

If a lady answer the phone,

that's my mama.

She staying with me

because she going through some things.

She's so soft...

She could have been

The spokesperson for cotton...

You know, that's just little things

that I like do to...

...because I like to throw stuff in the air.

These guys don't know anything

about poetry.

They're not really cultured.

- Hey, what's up, Esquire, man?

- Man...

- Hey, man.

- Will you all come on? Excuse me.

- Can't you see I'm over here-

- You reciting poetry and sh*t.

- Come on, man.

- Damn.

- Can we go please? Please?

- Hey, man, scoot over, man. Please?

You skinny enough. Scoot over, man!

You always sit in the front.

Sit in the back.

What the hell wrong with you,

Tiger Hood?

Black Nicklaus?

I think I miss home or whatever,

but, yo, it's so country out here, man.

It's like the flies-

Why are there so many flies out here?

- Man, I know you not gonna get into this.

- For real.

Okay, so why is there a rat on

every corner in New York City?

Why, after every sentence,

you call me "shorty"?

"Yo, shorty, shorty. " I'm taller than you.

Let me ask you this, then.

In New York City, why y'all say,

"Yo, son," after every sentence?

- I'm not your kid. I'm not your child.

- Right.

Why I gotta be your son?

- Money?

- B?

I call you "sun" because you shine like one.

- You feel me?

- Yeah, that was real sentimental, thanks.

- Oh, hell, yeah.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Y'all need anything else?

- No, we all right.

- Actually, let me get some iced tea?

- Sweet or unsweet?

- Sweet.

- She choosing, huh, Brooklyn?

Shut up.

Brooklyn! Oh, good Lord!

That ass fatter than

a swamp possum with the mumps.

- Okay, you got a point.

- See what I'm saying?

That's country.

Y'all get y'all cap and gowns yet?

- Oh, yeah, I got mine.

- I know you do.

Yo, you sure you graduating, Teddy?

Like, come on, for real, B,

just give it up. Like, come on, Teddy.

That ain't funny, man. I'm trying.

- Wait a minute.

- I'm trying.

Ain't you about

in the 14th grade now, dog?

Yeah, I'm in the same class

with your mama.

By the way, I ain't seen her lately.

You gotta tell her to come in and

check in with Daddy at the house.

I need my money on time.

Hey, don't make jokes about me, okay?

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