House Party (1990)
Pop: [When Kid is about to go to bed] I wouldn't do that just yet.
Pop: 'Cause your ass is mine.
Kid: [music starts] Look, Pop, I can explain...
Pop: I'll whip that damn high top fade up off ya. I'm sick of your shit. I done worked too hard and too
Pop: LONG for you to be running over me like you're outta your damn mind. I done walked all across this damn city, got stopped by the
Pop: GOD-damn law, looking for your monkey ass.
Pop: All y'all kids over there dancing,
Pop: doing the grind, and the
Pop: PEEPIN' and hiding, but I know your ass. You was there, wasn't ya? Wasn't ya? Wasn't ya? WASN'T YA?
Pop: I'm running the show around here. I'm wearing the pants and the apron, and I'm wearing yo' ass OUT!
Pop: Whip ya 'till I get sleepy, 'cause I'm wide awoke, 'cause I
Pop: JUST woke up. You think 'cause you're, you're big and yellow, I'm supposed to be like Mello. Hell
Pop: NAW! I'll start a fight in an empty
Pop: You can call Child Abusers if you
Pop: WANT to, but they better not come in here 'cause I'll kick their ass too.
Pop: I'm gonna give you a whipping from now ON! I'll kick the cowboy shit out of you.
[horse neigh, gallop, smack]
Kid: Hey, Pop! Pop!
Pop: Get your ass to bed. And don't wake up 'till I TELL you to!
Pop: I'm from a small town called "Fresh Off a Cop's Ass", and you're making me homesick.
Kid: I wish I could come out and play with you tonight, but I'm a little busy... with your girl on my lap.
Bilal: Kick your bitch to the curb and let me ride with my equipment! I'm the DJ.
LaDonna: Bitch? Who you callin' a bitch? Your mama's a sorry bitch.
Bilal: Hey, my mama ain't no bitch.
LaDonna: If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch.
Bilal: Hey, I'll kick your ass. I'll fight a girl.
LaDonna: I know. I heard your ass was beat by a couple.
George Clinton: [after hitting Stab across the Head] Yeah, I did it, I might cry two tears in a bucket. Fuck it. Let's take it to the stage.
Kid: [when the prisoners were drawing straws to see who gets Kid] Is there any way to stop this?
Fats: Richard Pryor said that when he was in prison, he kept folks laughing to keep their mind off his booty. Do you know any jokes?
Kid: I don't know any jokes.
Fats: Well, you better think of something.
Kid: What if I can't think of anything?
Fats: Light's out, party's over, cake's on the griddle, and you're already greased.
Pop: Ah, I shoulda known you was at this Party, and ya know, with all that Jheri Curl juice you got in your hair, you better not Ever do a crime! The police won't have any problem finding you! "Follow the drip, follow the drip!"
Pop: Kid, your breakfast's on the table boy, you wanna come down here and eat this shit before it gets cold?
Kid: It would help if you didn't call it shit, Pops.
Pop: It would help me too if you get your ass down here & eat it!
Mr. Strickland: What's the name of that group? Public Enemy? Public Enima? What the hell's a Public Enima anyway? Hey! Shut up all that damn noise!
Pop: The only fucking disturbance is you MESSING WITH ME!
Stab: Yo, I'l put my foot so far up yo ass you be shittin' sneaker for a month
Stab: [Preparing to burn down Play's house during the party] Anybody got a light?
Cop #2: [shines a flashlight on them] How about a Bud Light?
Pop: What's your name?
Pop: Clinton what?
Clint: Clinton, um, X. I'm a Muslim.
Pop: Clinton X, huh? Well go home and bring me 2 bean pies and a pork chop sandwich, you little trout mouthed heathen.
Woman at Funeral: [as Kid runs through the house] Have some chicken, baby.
Pop: I gotta get this fan fixed. It's so hot in here, I could'a sworn I saw the Devil sittin' in the living room.
Pop: I don't know why they named that boy that African name. Knowing he from Cleveland!
Play: That's going to mess with your dating time. That's mating time. And how is it going to look, watching TV with Uncle Fester?
Kid: It's Uncle Otis.
Play: Whatever! But Sidney, she has a home. A house, with a rec room. You know what time it is! Go downstairs in that basement, sofa bed, pow! You're in there!
Cop #2: Wow, would You look at this Kid's Hair... Hey, Eraser-Head, where You going?
Kid: Why You wanna know?
Cop #1: HEY, We'll ask the Questions, You answer!
Cop #1: He looks Young, You wanna check Him for I.D.?
Cop #2: We're out of Donuts.
Cop #1: Oh? Well then, let's go.
Cop #2: Hey, You watch Yourself, cause "We" are!
Kid: [after the Cops Drive off] Thank You Cagney, and Lacey.
Sidney: Do you think my clothes match?
Sharane: Of coarse you match.
Sidney: That's the problem. I think I match too much.
Sharane: I told you not to buy those Garanimal clothes girl. Shopping at K-Mart...
Sidney: [smiling] You're dissin' me. Why are you dissin' me?
Sharane: Girl, you know I'm gonna be asking you to borrow that outfit tomorrow.
Stab: Man, fuck you, toy cops!
Cop #2: Wait, wait, don't call it in. Why bother with the paperwork? We can handle this shit ourselves.
Cop #1: What do you want to do with them?
Cop #2: Take'em down to the docks. Nobody can hear them scream.
Pee Wee: Aw shit.
Principal: To Stab, after Kid says that Stab called Kid's late mother a "ho": "What on earth would make you call his mother a gardening tool?"
Play: Niggers ain't breakin' my mama's good stuff, let 'em fuck with this plastic.
Pop: I don't give a damn if Marvin Gaye 'gonna be there, you wont!
Zilla: After getting beat up by those cops, I"m about ready to whip somebody's ass.
Zilla: [Kid is trapped inside a worn out Ice box hiding from the Full Force Brothers] Yo Kid, so I guess this is how you got that Ugly Style Fade on top of yo Head.
Stab: ...and Hey, we hear you a Rapper, so we got a Rap for yo Ass. You're runnin' round Town like a Faggot in Heat, Me and My Boys can't be beat...
Zilla: ...but where ever you go, we're gonna smell ya like Gas...
Pee Wee: ...and we're gonna kick your fuckin' A-ass!
Stab: You got yo silly Ass trapped in the Ice Box...
Pop: [after he spanks Kid] And don't wake up till I tell you to!
Principal: Now, why would you call his mother a garden tool?
Play: After we get Kid we're gonna get a bite to eat at Burger King.
Sharane: [excited] Burger King?
Bilal: [dancing with a girl] Girl, you're so soft, like my hush-puppies. You're so warm and fluffy, like a butter-milk biscuit. You make me want to squeeze tighter and tighter. Nah, I'm not gonna lie. You make a nigga wanna sing.
Bilal: Always and fo-evah! Each moment wit you. Is just like a dream to me, AND you, that somehow came true. Ooo...
Sharane: Peanut! Fix us a couple glasses of Kool-Aid.
Peanut: Grape or red?
Sharane: Red! Geez...
Uncle Otis: Peanut, fix me some of that Dick Gregory.
Pop: I'm gonna get that boy. Head look like a witch's broom.
Pee Wee: [Zilla about to punch Kid again] Wait! Wait! Okay, now! Now!
[Zilla punches Kid and throws him towards the table]
Pee Wee: .
Stab: Whatcha got to say now, punk?
Kid: Your Shaolin technique is very good!
Sharane: [Kid and Sidney are upstairs and Sharene is trying to stop Pop from going up there] Play told me to sit here and make sure nobody goes upstairs... because his parents just got new carpet, right, and um, he don't want nobody with no shit all their shoes... Ooh, did I say shit?
Pop: You did too say shit. You trying to talk about my shoes?