I call you a bitch, cuz you a bitch! What, you thought I wasn't gonna come see you? You thought you wasn't gonna get the taste smacked out of your mouth for trying to jack Young Reezy? You better fall back, nigga!
You can't beat me! I'm Butch Magnus! AAARRRGGGHHH!
You do real good when you come outta nowhere and sucker punch a nigga. Why don't you fight a nigga straight up?
(Butch stalks up to Riley... the monstrous bully literally blocks out the sunlight as he towers above Riley. Riley stands his ground but looks just a little worried.)
Well, you were looking for hate. Way to go.
Shut up, punk! Instead of bein' Mr. Funny Nigga, why don't you try bein' Mr. Help-A-Nigga-Go-Jump-A-Nigga-And-Get-His-Chain-Back? Man, I gotta find a way to get it 'fore Thugnificent finds out.
Riley, let the chain go. If Thugnificent wants it back, he can handle it.
Then he'll think I'm a punk and kick me out the crew!
It's just rocks and metal. It's only worth what you're willin' to give up for it. Is it worth gettin' hurt again?
Yeah-yeah! (A look of shock appears on Riley's face, and he covers his mouth.) Oh! NO!
WHOA! Kissin' a man? I mean, if it feels natural and that's what you're into, I mean... (Huey gets up and walks to the door without looking back.)
No, that don't count! That's a do-over! I didn't know you was gon' say dat!
Guess you really want that chain back. (Huey opens the door and walks out.)
NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!! (...and the door shuts.)
Come one, Ed, you gots to help me out.
Kidnapping? Uh, I don't know, Riley. My grandpops would be tripping, man. Why don't you, you know, try something different, like diplomacy for change?
Man, just snatch him up, and if the nigga don't have the chain on him, get the regulatin' him, and make him tell you where it alt.
[To a tied-up child hanging by his feet from the ceiling] Now, what I want you to do is think - just think - these two grapes, is your two little itty-bitty-kiddie testicles. [He smashes the grapes with a massive sledgehammer.]
BBoy
[crying] I don't know, I swear to God!
Don't swear to God. I talk to God all the time and God happens to be the one who told me to torture your ass, ya lyin' stealin' motherfucker. [raising the sledgehammer to take a swing at his face] You gonna tell me where that chain is, I know that!
Ed, can I talk to you outside? Please?
[Grabbing the boy's hair] Look at my face. Look at it! I'm gonna crush your little kiddie penis with this hammer when I get back, if you don't tell me where that chain is at!
BBoy
[Wailing incoherently]
Now, Ed! [Riley and Ed leave the room] That's the wrong kid, Ed! I told you to grab Butch Magnus, 5'4, 130 pounds!
Well, how was I supposed to know that was the wrong kid?
I gave you a picture, man, how hard is it to grab the right kid, Ed?
[Walking back into the room] You told me to grab a kid. I grabbed a kid. You don't like the way I do it, then do your own kidnapping. [untying the boy] You know what, that's your only freebie. You want me to kidnap anyone else, you payin' top dollar.
That's not fair, you grabbed the wrong kid!
Tough titty! [To the boy] My bad. You go ahead and leave. [As he cowers] What the fuck you lookin' all scared for, huh? I said you was free to go right? Which part of 'my bad' do you not understand? Oh, so now you wanna make this a whole big fuckin' thing, huh? Well, fuck you, then! [he lunges at the boy, to be stopped by Riley]
Woah, okay, okay, enough, man, enough!
Naw, naw, man, I'm sick of this shit, I'm tryin' to squash it, right, and this bitch-ass motherfucker still actin' like he hurt and shit. [Grabbing at the boy with every sentence] I ain't even touched this motherfucker, yet! I ain't even brushed past you yet, I ain't even make eye contact with your punk-ass! [As the boy runs away screaming] Yeah, come on over here, I'll give your bitch-ass something to cry about!
(Flonominal and Riley confront Butch at the baseball field)
FFlownominal
Butch Magnus!
(Butch turns around with his usual defiant sneer)
FFlownominal
Yeah, motherfucker! You fuck with ONE member of Lethal Interjection, you fuck'd with every last one of us! (starts forward -- Butch doesn't budge) Come try some of that tough shit with ME, you little--
(Butch slams a baseball bat into Flownominal's knee.)
FFlownominal
Oh! Man!!! (collapses)
FFlownominal
(writhing on the ground) My motherfucking' leg! Owww!
You can take this piece of shit chain! My dad had it appraised -- he said it was WORTHLESS! (throws the chain down next to Flownominal)
FFlownominal
(in agony) Oh Jesus!!! My motherfucking! Oh Jesus!
Ya broke bitch! Get a real chain! (casually walks off)
FFlownominal
My leg is broken!! Aauuughhh.... (sobs) Mother(Beeped)'... stupid ass bitch! Motherfucker... oohhhh!
(Riley picks up the chain)
(narrating) Know what? Still better than an old funky "necklace"!
(Riley walks away proudly)
FFlownominal
...punk motherfucker! (notices Riley leaving) Man, Riley! We cool, nigga! Remember?!! Come help me, Riley! We in a crew! Augghh!! (Riley doesn't even look back)
PPresenter
Shaq! Seventeen blocks from Riley, you had one. That's got to make you feel (Beeped) up!?
SShaq
It did at first, then I realized hating on Riley's superior game doesn't make my game any better, so I guess I have to work harder, step up to his level, that's what great players do, they bring the best out of everyone on the team.
PPresenter
So he's better than you?
PPresenter
And stacks more paper and get more hoes than you, nigga?
(Cindy is taunting Riley on the court as she stands dribbling)
CM"Fearsome" Cindy McPhearson
Got 'em.... Got 'em.... Got 'em!!
(Blows past Riley and scores with a layup)
FOUL, FOUL, keep your hands off that little girl
Come on man, that’s some old bullshit!
'Yo momma so ugly...' No, wait. We can say, 'yo momma so black, when she gets out of the car, the oil light comes on!'
(Huey looks at the opposing sideline, at Cindy's mother -- a very beautiful (and very white) woman)
Huey': I don't think that's going to work.
