8 Mile (2002)
Omar Benson Miller: Sol George
DJ Iz : That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggas with the kind of benefits they need.
Sol : Dawg, we sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits. We're talking Bentley's and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
Future : Look to tell you all niggas the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.
DJ Iz : No, what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.
Future : Savings Bonds?
Sol : [to DJ] Let me ask you a question, Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides, not no goddamn savings bonds.
Jimmy Smith Jr : Man, that's all we ever do is talk shit!
Jimmy Smith Jr : [imitating Sol] "We need to get fine bitches and fat rides".
Jimmy Smith Jr : [imitating DJ] "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds".
Jimmy Smith Jr : [imitating Future] "No, what we need to do is put our songs on JLB".
Jimmy Smith Jr : Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.
Jimmy Smith Jr : I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.
Future : Look, Jimmy...
Jimmy Smith Jr : Look, Jimmy, nothing! Fuck you! I told you not to fucking sign me up!
Future : So what the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?
Jimmy Smith Jr : Yo you ain't the future of shit, bitch! You're just David fuckin' Porter.
Sol : Hey, come on, fellas.
Future : You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't!
[Future walks away]
Future : I really fuckin' don't!
[Rabbit's car has just shorted out, the group is standing on the street while Rabbit is fixing the car]
Sol : I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit... it's a death trap.
Sol : [Rabbit is taking Alex and Wink to a photo shoot. Iz and Sol are in the backseat] So when are we going to get to see these little photos of yours in a magazine?
DJ Iz : This ain't Playboy fool, in fashion it's called editorial.
Sol : God damn Fredrick Douglass, could you shut the fuck up!
B. Rabbit : [Intervening] It's for a book man, so she can get a job.