Soul Plane Page #4

Yes, it is him!

You that little nigga got his ass | caught in a toilet seat.

All right, little player, go on, take | your little cute rich ass on through.

Go ahead, little player.

Bet that ass still tight, | ain't it?

Sh*t, b*tch. I hope we don't lose | our benefits over this.

We sorry, Mr. Wade!

My tooth is hurtin'.

And it's f***in' | with your breath, girl.

Upsettin' all my insides here.

Don't you say sh*t else | for a year.

You done melted the whole side--

That's what you get | for f***in' us up.

I'll tell ya, I knew I shoulda got | the new Aerostar.

Check out the safety rating.

I'm a little nervous.

I heard someone say | this is the first flight for this airline.

It has five cup holders.

Honey, the FAA, they're very strict | about who they let fly an airline.

It's gonna be okay, believe me.

Yeah, I know, but I think we're | the only white people on the plane.

Girlfriend, like your bag.

Honey, no, we're not.

You ain't gonna pick me up?!

Maybe it's a coincidence, | you know, like a family reunion?

Million Man March?

Hey, what are you... | Hey, stop that!

Yeah, what up, son?

Yeah, yeah. | You know I'm like that.

I'm like that.

Damn. What up?

Here's your card, Dad. | I think I melted the sucka.

Put everything on it | but an Escalade.

I'm a holler at the shorty | I saw at the basketball courts.

One love, dawg.

Where's my son?

- How you doin'? | - I'm good.

You doin' good? | You feel wonderful.

- Yeah. All right. | - Hey. whoa! That's my zipper!

And that's too loud | for a zipper.

I don't know | what you got in there,

but we gonna find out.

- I got a plane to catch. | - Come with me.

Did you hear me, boy?!

I bet you ain't never seen | a chocolate super-deluxe woman

like me before.

Have you?

No, I got a plane to catch. | I gotta go!

Where do you think | you're goin', player?

I'm gonna get on--

We feds now, | which means I can violate

every last one | of your civil rights.

Now drop them drawers... | Denzel.

Denzel? Look, lady. | I just want--

Drop them drawers!

Show me that ass, nigga!

Now turn around.

Cavity check!

Girl, there was duct tape | and peanut butter everywhere.

I told him, I don't care | if you are a diplomat.

I don't bend into that position.

Girl, I ain't no circus freak. | This ain't Cirque du Soleil.

He's a fool.

Mi vida, | you did the right thing.

Mi primo tried that once.

The doctors still can't find | his left nut.

They say it's up there | somewhere.

Give me his address. | I'll find it.

Hey, Muggsy!

Flame, not now.

Where's the pilots | you hired, man?

- Come on, dawg-- | - It's not come on now.

We're supposed to take off | in 20 minutes.

Calm down, Little Bow-Wow.

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