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Boyz n the Hood

Furious Styles: Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children.

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Boyz n the Hood

Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community?
The Old Man: Why?
Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves.

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Boyz n the Hood

Officer Coffey: Something wrong?
Furious Styles: Something wrong? Yeah. It's just too bad you don't know what it is... *Brother*.

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Boyz n the Hood

[Tre answers the phone]
Tre Styles: Who dis?
Reva Deveraux: Who dis? What kind of way is that to answer the phone? Have you given anymore thought to what we talked about?
Tre Styles: Yeah... I don't know yet.
Reva Deveraux: Let me speak to yo daddy.
Tre Styles: POP! Telephone.


Furious Styles: Who dis?

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Boyz n the Hood

Doughboy: Fool you don't go to college to be talkin' to no bitches. Your black ass 'posed to be learnin' somethin'. Can't learn shit talkin' to no stupid ass bitch.

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Boyz n the Hood

Chris: Fool, I wasn't even talking to you. This is a A-B conversation, you know... you can "C" your way out of it.
Doughboy: Yeah, you can "C" your way out my ride, and we'll "C" your cripple ass walking all the way home.

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Boyz n the Hood

Furious Styles: Rick, it's the Nineties. Can't afford to be afraid of our own people anymore, man.

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Boyz n the Hood

Doughboy: Yeah, I heard you been gettin' that dope-head pussy. See, me, I probably get more pussy than you get air with yo' wannabe macdaddy ass.
Dooky: You don't know what I be getting. I don't be fucking no dopeheads. I let them suck my dick. Shit, they got AIDS and shit.
Monster: Stupid motherfucker, don't you know you can catch

that shit from letting them suck on your dick?
Doughboy: Thank you.
Dooky: See. I ain't sick. I ain't all skinny and shit.
Chris: Nigga, what you mean you ain't skinny. Motherfucker so skinny, he can hula hoop through a Cheerio. And you ain't got to be skinny or sick, you can die five years from now from that shit.

Dooky: Y'all just trying to scare me... for real, can you really die from lettin em suck on yo dick?
Doughboy: Mark.

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Boyz n the Hood

[complaining about TV news coverage]
Doughboy: Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. They had all this foreign shit. They didn't have shit on my brother, man.

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Boyz n the Hood

Doughboy: Yo, cuz, I know why you got outta the car last night... shouldn't have been there in the first place. You don't want that shit to come back to haunt you. I ain't been up this early in a long time. I turned on the TV this morning, they had this shit on about... about living in a violent world. Showed all these foreign places... I started thinking, man, either they don't

know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Man, all this foreign shit, and they didn't have shit on my brother, man.
[sniffles]
Doughboy: I ain't got no brother. Got no mother, either. She loved that fool more than she loved me.
Sheryl: [running up to the porch] Doughboy! You got some blow? Got some rock?

Doughboy: Yo, get the fuck out my face! Keep them goddamn babies out the street!
Tre Styles: [Sheryl leaves] Did y'all get 'em?
Doughboy: [wipes his eyes and looks at Tre. Tre shakes his head] I'ont even know how I feel about it, neither, man. It just goes on and on, you know. Next thing you know, somebody might try and smoke me.

Don't matter, doe. We all gotta go sometime, huh?

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Boyz n the Hood

[last lines]
Tre Styles: Hey, Dough!
Doughboy: W'sup?
Tre Styles: You still got one brother left, man.
Doughboy: Thanks, man... Later, G.
Tre Styles: Later.

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Boyz n the Hood

Furious Styles: Now I want you to give me the gun.
[Tre does not hand the gun to his father]
Furious Styles: Oh, I get it, you gonna end like Doughboy... like little Chris in a wheelchair.
[Tre still doesn't respond]
Furious Styles: GIVE ME THE MOTHERFUCKING GUN, TRE.

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Boyz n the Hood

[Furious has shot at a burglar]
Furious: Somebody must have been praying for that fool, cause I swear I aimed right for his head.
Tre Age 10: You should have blew it off.
Furious Styles: Don't say that. Don't say that. Just would've contributed to the killing of another brother.

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Boyz n the Hood

Shalika: Why is it every time you talk about a female you gotta say bitch, ho, or hootchie?
Doughboy: 'Cause that's what you are.

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Boyz n the Hood

Furious Styles: I know every time you turn on the TV, that's what you see. Black people, sellin' the rock, pushin' the rock, pushin' the rock. Yeah, I know. But that wasn't a problem as long as it was here. It wasn't a problem until it was in Iowa, on Wall Street, where there are hardly any black people.

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Boyz n the Hood

Doughboy: Man your pops is like, mothafuckin, Malcolm... Farrakhan.

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Boyz n the Hood

Tre Styles: I didn't do nothing.
Officer Coffey: You think you tough?
[pulls gun on Tre]
Officer Coffey: Scared now, ain't you? I like that. That's why I took this job. I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers, you ain't shit! I could blow your head off with this Smith & Wesson and you couldn't do shit. Think you

tough? What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw mafia motherfuckers.

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Boyz n the Hood

Tre Styles: I get a discount on clothes, and shit. You like?
Doughboy: Nigga, you look like you selling rocks!
Chris: Yo, Tre' you be slinging that shit?
Tre Styles: No, I don't sell that shit!
Doughboy: You couldn't anyway! Pops will kick yo' ass! You know I'm out the pen. I'm gon'

keep my ass out this time.
Tre Styles: That's what we're here to celebrate, right? Damn, brother how did you get so big?
Doughboy: Pumping iron, and eating. Ain't nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen. Three hots, and a cot, know what I'm saying? I was also reading, and writing my girl.
Monster: You read?

Doughboy: Yeah nigga, I ain't no criminal! I can read, bitch!

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Ricky: Hey D, why don't you go to the store for me.
Doughboy: Nigga, I ain't the one she told to go get it, its yo wife.
Ricky: Look man, she ain't my wife.
Doughboy: She may as well be, Y'all got a family and all.

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Boyz n the Hood

Tre Styles: [knocking on Sheryl's door] Sheryl! Come on!
[Sheryl enters]
Tre Styles: Keep your baby off the street. She gonna get hit one of these days.
Sheryl: You got some blow? You got some rock? I'll suck your dick.
Tre Styles: Just keep the baby off the streets! And change her diapers! They almost

smell as bad as you.