ATL Page #4
Floating above it all.
No lies, no pain...
...and no worries about
Shantay, hurry up,
we got dance rehearsal.
Guess you don't know nobody
no more, huh?
Man.
No, I guess not.
I'm saying, Rashad,
you know I didn't mean what I said.
Man, whatever. That don't even matter.
Look, my mama not home.
You wanna give me a ride?
Man, your mama ain't never home.
Take care, though.
I ain't have time to mess with Tonya.
If we was gonna win the war,
we was gonna need practice.
Some of us more than others.
- We have identified the weakest link.
- Shut up, boy.
You always talking.
Rashad, get your brother.
- He might be right this time.
- Yeah, for real.
Two, three, four. Oh, goddamn.
Hey, girl, hey!
I wonder what her career path is.
Excuse me, gorgeous.
Can I get at you for a second?
I got that. Fine ass.
- So where you going?
- Boy, you know you need to quit.
You see I'm getting hot.
I'm sweating and all that.
I can't take him no more, son.
- That's it. That's it.
- And here he go.
- What happened, man?
- I'm done.
- I'm done.
- Again?
- Wanna try that one more time?
- I got this. I'm good.
Yo, Brooklyn, you're fired, man.
Quit loitering here.
Keep it moving, son. Keep it moving.
All right.
I don't know if you that good, but...
Leave your uniform before
I take it out of your check.
- Hold up, man.
- Get the hell out of here, you idiot.
- "Keep moving, son"?
- I cannot run my pizza place without you?
Man, be that way, then.
That's why you need a timing belt, b*tch.
Shut up! Grow some hair on your chest!
You see what I mean?
- Watch out, man.
- See what I'm saying?
I can run my pizza place without you!
Man, pizza was invented in Brooklyn!
And my hat too.
- Pizza was made in Brooklyn.
You better cool it, man.
Cool out, man.
- You done lost weight, man. Hell, yeah.
- You idiot.
I need a vacation.
Hey, quit splashing!
- Slow down!
- You gonna hurt yourself.
I heard it's gonna be hot today.
They told me the kids
are heading out to Lake Lanier.
If you're not so lucky
to head out to the lake...
...a pool is the place to be.
Head down to your neighborhood pool...
...because it is the coolest place
you want to be today.
See, that's why I love coming out here.
Look at this here.
Yo, Esquire, man, you are ashy.
For real. It's like somebody
threw baby powder at your knees.
You ashy too, man. What you saying?
I don't know what type of lotion
you gonna use for that arm.
You gonna need some baby oil,
some WD-40 or something.
Some car engine oil
might work for you.
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