B-Rad: And If I work hard, I can be the biggest rapper there ever was?
Ronnie Rizzat: Rapper? Hell, no, you stink.
B-Rad: Don't be hatin'.
Ronnie Rizzat: I'd rather eat garbage then listen to your tired-ass rhymes.

Tec: Grab Fatback! I got Milkdud.
PJ: I'm soft.

Rap-Battle host: It's Black History Month. You out your rabbit-ass mind?

PJ: What make you think you know what goes down up in the hood anyway?
B-rad: BET.

Brad Gluckman: My name is B-rad. Not Robbie van Winkle. I like my lattes non-fat and don't fo-get the sprinkle.

B-rad: KING KONG... AIN'T GOT NOTHIN'... ON ME! AAAAAGHHHHHH!
(starts firing pistols wildly)

Gary: You know who this is! I'm from Bill Gluckman's office!
Tec: Damn! He's the one that's down with the bitches and hoes!
(akward silence)
Tec: What? you think we ignint just cuz we live in tha hood?
Gary: No, I didn't say that.
Tec: Whatever

B-Rad: (to his parents and psychiatrist about when he becomes a famous rapper) I'll buy you ALL cars.

B-Rad: (to Tec) You that weak fuck from the club.

Monster: Don't you talk about my mama.
Hadji: I'll talk about your mama all I want.
Monster: Hell, no! Yo mama so fat, she got every caterer on speed dial!
Mocha: Ooh!
Hadji: What? Uh-uh uh-uh. Yo mama so fat, she uses Mexico, the whole country, as her tanning bed.
Monster: Yo mama so ugly, Jose Eber won't even do her hair!
Mocha: Ooh!
Hadji: Yeah? Yo mama so ugly, she's only been married once.
Mocha: Whoo, haha.
Monster: Yo mama so poor, on Hallowe'en, her trick was the treat!
Hadji: Yo mama so poor, that your tits are real!
Mocha: Oh no!

(seeing a scary movie)
B-Rad: RUN, BITCH! HE GONNA KIIILLLLL YOU!

Tec: Hey, yo, that was ill. Hey, where'd you learn that from?
B-rad: Grand Theft Auto 3.
Tec: Word? Can I borrow that?
B-rad: You got a, uh, Playstation 2?
Tec: Nah, I got GameCast.
B-rad: GameCast? Well, there's GameCube and then there's Dreamcast. Which you got?
Tec: Well, I said I got Gamecast, man. Damn! I can't afford it!

PJ: If you jacked it, how come you got a receipt?
B-Rad: I stole that too.

B-Rad: Stuart Little?
Ronnie Rizzat: Negro please. That little white rat ain't got nuttin' on me.

(another car runs through Tec's house)
Tec: Damn doesn't anyone know where the damn driveway is!