Furious Styles: Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children.
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? The...
[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. ...
Doughboy: Ho's gotta eat too. Shalika: Who you callin' a ho', I ain't no ho'. Doughboy: Oops, I'm sorry, bitch.
Officer Coffey: Something wrong? Furious Styles: Something wrong? Yeah. It's just too bad you don't know what it is... *Brother*.
Furious Styles: Rick, it's the Nineties. Can't afford to be afraid of our own people anymore, man.
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.
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.
[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 th...
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.
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,...
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 MOTHE...
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.
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 blo...
Doughboy: Man your pops is like, mothafuckin, Malcolm... Farrakhan.
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...
[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.
