Set It Off Page #4

- Cleo, that's because you live in a garage.

- Girl, it'll be okay.

And you, stay out of it.

Damn, look at my nails.

Girl, you been bitching all night.

Stony back there

acting all stink-a-dink-dink.

That's all right,

I got something for that head.

Ow, girl, that hurt. Girl.

Well, that's the only way

you get the knot out.

Yeah, I rolled this one good.

Blunt talking to a motherf***er.

Stop it, girl. Stinky.

Here.

Now, Cleo, I done told you,

I'm strictly dickly.

- See I'm gonna tell Ursula.

- You won't tell nobody.

Hey, check out Stony.

Look at her. Look at her.

Chronic always get her ass all quiet.

Look at her sitting over there.

Hey, you f***ed up, ain't you, girl?

What?

Why? What's wrong?

You know, every time we get high

you start looking like Sugar Bear.

For real.

Y'all are cold.

You do kind of look like Sugar Bear.

F*** all y'all.

Ooh.

Old simple b*tches.

Oh, Cleo, don't get salty.

Damn.

Before they started laying people off...

...they was paying folks

$15 dollars an hour at that place.

Oh, man, that's good money.

Nigga, for $15 dollars an hour, I'd be all:

"Full-ply radial. What I gotta do, sir?"

Ass motherf***er.

- They'd have to pull me off that machine.

- Sh*t, I know that's right.

Overtime would be like 22.50 an hour.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Now that Luther's

taking taxes out of my check...

...I'm making half as much as I used to.

Only way we gonna see cash

is we take a bank.

- Now, see, I'm with that sh*t.

- Y'all niggas done lost your mind.

- Might as well not even talk about this sh*t.

- Well, I'm talking about it.

Ain't nobody gonna stop me

from talking about it.

Well, talk is cheap.

Nigga.

Wake up, I mean, you know...

Frankie, you gonna get socked

dead in the eye.

- F*** it.

- Nigga, you're always talking sh*t.

First you wanna blow the bank up,

now you wanna rob it.

Frankie wanna blow up the bank. Oh!

Frankie wanna rob the bank.

Well, I ain't heard nothing about that.

No.

For real, though?

I said, hang up the phone.

You know who that is.

Yeah, I gotta go. I'll be over.

And don't drink up my champagne, man.

Peace.

Champagne?

Whatever, I ain't got time.

Look, did your sister come through for you

or what?

- Where'd you get this?

- Don't worry about where I got it...

...ain't your business, look at the digits.

Look.

- Stony, there's something I gotta tell you.

- Look, I know this is hardly enough money.

- But I swear I will get every...

- No, no, no. Listen to me.

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