Dead Presidents
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 119 min
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Man, what's takin' you so long?
It's cold as a motherf***er out here.
I had to get the last stop.
Quiet, punk.
- I'll shut your hairy ass up, man.
- Come on, man. I'm freezin'
my f***in' nuts out here!
Mush, motherf***er, mush!
Ant, Juanita gave you
some of that p*ssy yet?
- Man, get out of here, man.
- What?
Man, I thought we was homies, man.
I'm just askin'.
Well, why you gotta be
askin' me all that? I mean...
I'm just lookin' out for you.
All I'm sayin', man, fine as she is,
she should be giving you something.
I bet you ain't even
smelled the p*ssy, eh?
You two realize that soon
we're gonna be out of school, right?
- Oh, sure.
- After four long years
of that sh*t, man.
I can't f***in' wait to get out. That's
all I've been thinkin' about, man.
You know? I just be thinkin' about like
what am I gonna do afterwards, right?
You know, I can dig some travelling.
N*gger, you sound like
you rich or somethin'.
Hear this n*gger?
He ain't even got a f***in' job.
- I know.
- Man, you better take your ass off
to college, man, I'm tellin' you...
before Uncle Sam grab your ass like
he gonna do this stupid motherf***er.
Oh, bullshit, Skip, man.
Jose, a recruiter
can see your dumb ass a mile away.
Look at you.
You're a recruiter's dream. You a 1-A.
A one-way ticket to motherfuckin'
Vietnam if I ever saw one.
That's why I'm goin' to Hunter College.
You goddam right.
I ain't fightin'
no white man's war. Sh*t.
Them Vietcongs, chongs, whatever
the f***, ain't done sh*t to me.
I don't even know
them motherfuckers, man.
And I ain't afraid of no war.
Man, what the f*** you been smokin'?
Look, y'all might think
I'm crazy, but...
I just wanna do somethin'
that's different.
Yeah, well, gettin' your
f***in' head blown off is different.
Hey, man, turn that sh*t down!
And slow this motherf***er down!
- Ain't nobody in a hurry
to go to school.
- Man, leave that sh*t up.
You know I f***ed Monica, right? Her
mama came in, caught us the other day.
Came in, seen my dick,
jumped in the bed too.
- Later on, you chump suckers.
- Ah, f*** you.
- Your mama!
- Punk ass, jivin' around.
- Hey, this is for you,
Anthony, right here.
- Close this motherfuckin' door.
It's cold as hell out here.
Sit your nasty ass down.
Oh, hey. How you doin'?
You up kinda early.
Um, I heard your truck.
Seems like you hear my truck
every mornin'.
Well, uh, morning
is the best time to study, so...
You should, uh, try workin'
on your first boyfriend.
I'm too busy studyin'
to be worryin' about boys.
Your sister up?
Uh, Sleeping Beauty?
Yeah.
Look, uh, tell her I said hey.
See ya.
- Good morning, Anthony.
- Oh, hey.
- I thought you were sleeping.
- You woke me up.
- Uh, so you goin' to school today?
- Mmm.
I could lay in bed all mornin'.
Oh. See, now...
Now that'd be real nice.
- Well, look, uh...
I'm gonna get on out of here.
I'll talk to you later.
- Okay.
- See ya.
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
- I'll be down there later on.
- Got to keep on pushin'
I can't stop now
Hard shoe.
Come here, hard shoe.
Come here, man.
What's up? What's up?
Listen, I want you...
I want you to tell Kirby I want 645.
- Straight, now. Listen. And, uh...
- Straight.
- We've been rollin' here.
- Come on, man. I ain't got time.
- Let me get the money.
- I want you to be back here tonight...
- Man, straighten your hat out.
- With my money, you little motherf***er.
- What's goin' on, baby?
- All right, baby.
- All right, cat daddy. All right.
- Hey, Anthony. How you doin'?
- Hey.
You know, you brought me luck the other
day. So look, ten of that's for you.
- See? Now, that's how it goes.
- Hey, now.
- L-I'm gonna use the same number too.
- Don't forget me, man.
What's goin' on?
Hey, what's goin' on?
Hey there, Jellybean.
What's goin' on?
Hey, what's goin' on?
How you been?
Kirby back there?
All right. Cool.
- Go on, get that shot. Get that shot.
- All right, thanks, youngblood.
Hey there, Peanut! What's goin' on?
What's up there? What...
Blood.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- Kirby's back there in the back, man.
Put that in Brooklyn
and get ahold of that f***in' Spyder.
- Okay, man.
- Hey, brother.
- Aw, man, take them.
- Yeah, yeah.
Here's the numbers and the cash.
- We got five.
- Hubba hubba!
Ain't you supposed to be
duck huntin' with your daddy?
Oh, yeah.
We gonna go next weekend.
- Aw, sh*t!
- Oh, man, Kirby.
Made me miss my shot.
You know these motherfuckers down South.
I wonder if half the time
they believe what they be sayin'.
What's a n*gger gonna do?
We got blood in this land
from slaves.
Been to war. Spilt our blood.
Sh*t, I been to war. I spilt blood.
Ha! That's right.
Tell 'em, Kirby.
You over there fightin' in Korea.
That's how I got this plastic-ass leg.
Nicky, fix me a drink.
Ko-motherfuckin'-rea.
Damn! Mmm!
Never gonna give you up
That's why I had to leave that
motherf***er, because if I'd have...
If I'd have still been down there,
I'd have killed me a motherf***er.
Man, sh*t ain't gonna change.
What make you think sh*t gonna change?
N*gger, what's your little
narrow ass doin' up in here, man?
Leave that boy alone
and let him shoot.
Aw, Kirby, man, you know he too
goddam young to be up in here, man.
He can outshoot you.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, I know you out
your motherfuckin' mind, man.
Put your money
where your mouth is.
I take your money.
Rack 'em, boy.
- Uh, huh, huh, huh
- Watch this.
I got the feelin'
Baby, baby, I got the feelin'
- Yes!
- You don't know
You got my two dollars?
Game ain't over yet, man.
Got the eight ball,
corner pocket.
Oh, man!
Don't run out of here without payin' me
after that boy whup you.
Yeah, at least I will
run out of this, motherf***er.
People that owe me money don't pay me,
I take care of 'em.
Man, will you get the f*** off
my motherfuckin' table, please?
- Baby-baby-baby, baby-baby-baby
- Chicken-haired motherf***er.
Ain't no goddam business
bein' here in the first place.
Ooh, missed it by that much.
- Cleanup time.
- You don't never play with me.
Eight ball, corner pocket.
Oh! Yes! Game.
Hey, that's a good game, Cowboy.
You're a lucky motherf***er,
you know that?
Aw, I wouldn't say luck,
but, you know.
- Just know how to play a little bit.
- Here's the money.
- Give that to Kirby.
- All right.
Uh, wait, wait.
This is two dollars.
See, uh, you bet me, so that means,
uh, you owe me some money too.
Man, f*** you.
Why you gotta cheat?
Man, who the f*** you think
you talkin' to, man?
You know what? I'm gonna tell
everybody around here...
when it comes to playin' pool,
Cowboy likes to cheat.
N*gger, I'll kick
Oh, man.
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth, man.
I oughta cut you.
Little motherf***er. Yeah.
It hurt, don't it?
What the f***?
What the f*** are you doin'?
Get the f*** off of me, man!
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