Friday (1995)

Ice Cube: Craig Jones

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• Craig Jones : We ain't got no sugar.

  Smokey : No sugar? Damn. Y'all ain't never got two things that match. Either y'all got Kool-aid, no sugar. Peanut butter, no jelly. Ham, no burger. Daaamn.

• [Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun] 

  Mr. Jones : What's that for?

  Craig Jones : Protection.

  Mr. Jones : Protection? Protection from who?

  Craig Jones : Me and Smokey... I got to walk Smokey down to his house.

  Mr. Jones : Aw, man. Your mother and I never woulda moved to this neighborhood if we had known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.

  Craig Jones : You know how it is around here.

  Mr. Jones : Oh, no, son, that's not the way it is. You kids today are nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. You're scared to take an ass-whippin'.

  [he holds up his fists] 

  Mr. Jones : This is what makes you a man. When I was growin' up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some, but you live. You live to fight another day. And you think you're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?

  Craig Jones : I'm a man without it.

  Mr. Jones : Put the gun down.

  [Craig does so] 

  Mr. Jones : C'mon, put up your dukes.

  [Craig raises his fists] 

  Mr. Jones : NOW you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to find out the hard way. 22 years old. YOU got a choice. This is all you need. All right?

• [Pastor Clever drives up as Smokey rolls a joint] 

  Craig Jones : Put that out, man, here come the pastor.

  Smokey : For what? Probably smoke bud too.

  Pastor Clever : How ya doin', Brother Craig? How ya doin'?

  Craig Jones : I'm all right.

  Pastor Clever : Um, say, um, by chance is Sister Jones in?

  Craig Jones : Nope. Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work.

  Smokey : [under his breath]  Where yo' ass need to be, nigga.

  [he starts rolling again] 

  Pastor Clever : 'Scuse me, brother. What we call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church, we call a sinny-siiiiin-sin.

  Smokey : [singing]  Well, 'round here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty-twen-twen... niggaaaaa!

  Pastor Clever : Why don't ya just give me a little bit for my cataract.

  Smokey : You didn't put in on this, man.

  Pastor Clever : It's better to give than receive, my brother.

  Craig Jones : [looking across the street at Mrs. Parker]  Look, look, look, she bendin' over!

  Pastor Clever : Lord have mercy! The Lord is my shepherd, he know what I want. Excuse me, brother.

  [he walks away] 

  Pastor Clever : Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker! Can I talk to you for a minute, Mrs. Parker?

  Smokey : [to Craig]  Told ya. The weed be lettin' ya know... evil lurks.

• Smokey : Older the berry, the sweeter the juice.

  Craig Jones : Man, it's the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.

  Smokey : Yeah, well she blacker than a motherfucker too.

• Mrs. Jones : Craig, you know what your problem is? You have no game.

  Craig Jones : What do you know about game? I got ALL the game.

  Mrs. Jones : Now your father... he got game.

  Mr. Jones : [coming out of the bathroom]  Don't nobody go in the bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes. Somebody open up a window.

  Craig Jones : You call that game?

• Smokey : Damn! Mrs. Parker finer than a motherfucker.

  Craig Jones , Smokey : Hi, Mrs. Parker.

  Mrs. Parker : Hi, boys.

  Smokey : [quieter, but still audible]  When you gonna let me *fuck* Mrs. Parker?

  Mrs. Parker : What you say, honey?

  Smokey : Huh? Nothing.

• Craig Jones , Smokey : [after they see Red's black eye]  DAAAAAMN!

• Craig Jones : For most people, Friday's just the day before the weekend. But after this Friday, the neighborhood'll never be the same.

• Smokey : Why you not goin' to work?

  Craig Jones : I got fired yesterday.

  Smokey : No shit? I thought you had the day off yesterday.

  Craig Jones : I did. I went in to pick up my check, came home, my supervisor called me about four o'clock, told me he got me on tape stealing boxes.

  Smokey : The fuck you stealing boxes for? What you trying to build, a clubhouse?

  Craig Jones : Hell, no, ain't got me on tape. But they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' about pressin' charges.

  Smokey : Goddamn! You've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your day off.

• Craig Jones : Mom, loan me 200 dollars.

  Mrs. Jones : Craig, I wouldn't feel comfortable lending you money without a job.

  Craig Jones : If I had a job, I wouldn't need to borrow any money.

  Mrs. Jones : Exactly.

• Felisha : I need to borrow your car right quick.

  Smokey : What kinda shit is that? Most people wanna borrow sugar. Or even ketchup. You wanna borrow my car? Hell naw! Get the hell on.

  Felisha : Well, let me borrow a joint.

  Smokey : You need to borrow a job. With yo' broke ass. Always trying to smoke up somebody's shit. Get the hell on, Felisha.

  Felisha : I'ma remember that.

  Smokey : Remember it. Write it down, take a picture, I don't give a fuck!

  Felisha : Tsk.

  [realizes she can try her luck with Craig] 

  Felisha : Craig.

  Craig Jones : [not bothering to look at her]  Bye, Felisha.

  Felisha : Damn. Y'all stingy.

  [she leaves] 

• Joi : [Mrs. Jones hand Craig phone]  Hello?

  Joi : Who the fuck you go to the show with last night?

  Craig Jones : I didn't go to the show last night.

  Joi : You ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie...

  Craig Jones : Ain't nobody lyin, I didn't go to the show last night.

  Joi : Yes you did! Cause my sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy, she told me she went to the show last night, and she saw you there all Hugged Up wit some Tramp. Now tell me who she was.

  Craig Jones : Yo sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy is a goddamn...

  [Craig realzes his mom is still in the room] 

  Craig Jones : ... Yea, she a, she a liar. She ain't see me at no movies hugged up wit nobody.

  Joi : Mmm-hmm yeah,yeah, well let me tell you what. You just tell the bitch, whoeva she is, when I catch her, Imma beat her ass!

• Red : [after having his necklace snatched by Deebo]  Hey, man, why didn't y'all help me!

  Smokey : [slouching in his chair]  Man, I'm high.

  Red : Man, that's fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped y'all.

  Craig Jones : What about the time he tried to choke me in Smoke's backyard?

  Red : [pause, thinks about it]  Oh, that was different.

• Craig Jones : I ain't trying to be no dog-catcher!

  Mr. Jones : Why not?

  Craig Jones : I don't even like dogs!

  Mr. Jones : That's the beauty of it! I grab a dog, and I choke him, and I kick the shit out of him! All day long, my foot up a dog's ass! Just bang-bang-bang up his ass! That's my pleasure.

  Craig Jones : No, thanks.

  Mr. Jones : Well, I'll tell you one thing: round here, you go to work, you go to school. First of the month, the rent is due. If you ain't got nothin' on the table, you ain't gotta worry about catchin' a dog - You gotta worry about a dog catchin' YOUR ass!

• Craig Jones : I felt sorry for Smokey, 'cause peer pressure is a motherfucker.

• Craig Jones : [Pushes Deebo]  Deebo man you trippin!

  Deebo : [Evil Look]  Whatchu say little nigga

  Craig Jones : Man thats a female!

  Deebo : Shut your little punk ass up, nigga before I drop you like I did this bitch!

  [Takes out long knife] 

  Craig Jones : I ain't even tryin to fight you Deebo.

  Deebo : [Deebo presumes to give evil look then smiles]  Ezal!

  [Gives knife to Ezal] 

  Deebo : you ain't gonna fight me because your nothing but a BITCH TOO!

  [Pushes Craig] 

  Craig Jones : [Craig pulls out his gun] 

• Smokey : Man that fool just playin' man, I ain't trippin.

  Craig Jones : That's yo problem. Aint' nobody playin' but you. You walk up and down the street all day playin'. He aint' playin' you think he playin' 'bout his money? He know where my momma stay know where you momma stay. He say he had a gun when you seen him right?

  Smokey : Yeah

  Craig Jones : Well name one person in the hood that play like that!

• Craig Jones : What I'm trippin on, is how you gonna sell bud, when you smoke it?

  Smokey : I don't know. That's my only problem.

  Craig Jones : Big Worm gonna fuck you up.

  Smokey : Big Worm ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, man.

  Craig Jones : All right...

• Craig Jones : Baby you got some money?

  Joi : Some huh! Umm... Nigga how much you need?

  Craig Jones : About $200.

  Joi : mm... I guess... What you gon give me?

  Felisha : Craig

  [clap clap] 

  Felisha : , Craig

  Craig Jones : What!

  Felisha : Can I borrow y'all VCR? I need to dub a tape...

  Craig Jones : Hell Naw

  [Walkin away] 

  Felisha : Its "The Mack"!

  Joi : Um... who the fuck is that bitch... fuck u mothafucka... u think u slick... gon come ova here and ask me for some money... well ask that bitch for some money

  [scurrrrrrrrr goes the car] 

• Mr. Jones : Now when I went to bed last night. Didn't I tell you take out the trash?

  Craig Jones : Yeah.

  Mr. Jones : So, why didn't you do it?

  Craig Jones : I fell asleep.

  Mr. Jones : I wish you was sleeping right now, I knock you upside your head with a left hook make your ass wake up and take out that damn trash.

  Craig Jones : [Craig goes to the trash can to dump out his cereal] 

  Mr. Jones : Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?

  Craig Jones : I'm throwing this away. We ain't even got no milk.

  Mr. Jones : You better put some water on that damn shit!

  Craig Jones : Alright, I'll eat it.

  Mr. Jones : Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Take the garbage out front son!

• Smokey : [tearing through Craig's open bedroom window curtain]  Break yo' self Fool!

  Craig Jones : Man, look what you did to my curtain. You better watch that window you climbing in fool 'fo you get blasted on.

  Smokey : With what? You ain't got nothin' man.

  Craig Jones : With this!

  [pointing his Glock at Smokey] 

  Smokey : Man, Where you get that from?

  Craig Jones : Yo Mama.

  Smokey : Fuck you!

  Craig Jones : Fuck you! He he he

  [chuckling] 

  Smokey : Come on outside man, and stop playing.

  Craig Jones : Gotta get dressed.

  Smokey : Hurry Up!

  Craig Jones : Don't tell me to hurry up!

• Smokey : [calling Big Worm on his phone]  Hey um, did somebody... page Smokey?

  Big Worm : [v.o. on phone]  Don't play dumb nigger, you know who the is! You got my money?

  Smokey : I ain't got it, but I'm gonna get it.

  [Big Worm hangs up] 

  Craig Jones : What happened?

  Smokey : Man he just hung up... I think we better stay in the house.

• Craig Jones : Man what took y'all so long?

  Deebo : This foo was scared man, he didn't even...

  Stanley : [Interrupts Deebo and talks very irritated to Craig, Smokey and Deebo]  Look fellas. I've asked you nicely, but now I'm getting very irritated. For the last time, would you stay off of my FRIGGING GRASS, PLEASE!

  Smokey : Al'right man, sorry.

  Stanley : Thank you.

  [Smokey gives Stanley the middle finger and Stanley falls] 

• Craig Jones : You better get your ass off your shoulders and make that money.