Friday After Next Quotes
Craig and Day Day have finally moved out of their parents houses and into their own crib. The cousins work nights at a local mall as security guards. When their house is robbed on Christmas... See full summary »
Damon: Craig and Day-Day.
Day-Day: Ohh...
Damon: Just the niggas I need to see.
Craig Jones: Yo, yo... what's up O.G. Triple O.G... O.G. triple... triple O.G.?
Day-Day: You got out last night?
Damon: I haven't seen ya'll in about 12 years, nigga.
Day-Day: I know, I was little...
Damon: You're grown up now, though. Give a nigga a hug, dog.
Day-Day: I'm about to go...
[Craig grabs Day-Day and runs him into Damon]
Damon: [Damnon grabs Day-Day] Yeah, man. It's cool, dog. It's cool. Come here. Yeah, right there.
Damon: [Damon looks at Craig] Group hug, nigga!
Day-Day: Come on, Craig!
[Craig walks to Damon]
Craig Jones: What's up, dog.
Damon: What's up, nigga.
Damon: It's good to be home. 'Cause in prison dog, hey... ain't nothing but the fellas, nigga.
Day-Day: I heard.
Day-Day: Ohh...
Damon: Just the niggas I need to see.
Craig Jones: Yo, yo... what's up O.G. Triple O.G... O.G. triple... triple O.G.?
Day-Day: You got out last night?
Damon: I haven't seen ya'll in about 12 years, nigga.
Day-Day: I know, I was little...
Damon: You're grown up now, though. Give a nigga a hug, dog.
Day-Day: I'm about to go...
[Craig grabs Day-Day and runs him into Damon]
Damon: [Damnon grabs Day-Day] Yeah, man. It's cool, dog. It's cool. Come here. Yeah, right there.
Damon: [Damon looks at Craig] Group hug, nigga!
Day-Day: Come on, Craig!
[Craig walks to Damon]
Craig Jones: What's up, dog.
Damon: What's up, nigga.
Damon: It's good to be home. 'Cause in prison dog, hey... ain't nothing but the fellas, nigga.
Day-Day: I heard.
Craig Jones: [beaten up Moly walks in Barbeque restaurant] Daaaamn!
Day-Day: [imitating Moly] Someone call 9-1-1
Mr. Jones: Moly... you got knocked the fuck out!
Moly: Oh, good observation, buddy.
[looks to Craig and Day-Day]
Moly: Where were you buddies, huh?
Craig Jones: We was on our lunch break.
Day-Day: Trying to get something to eat, so we can secure this nasty-ass lot.
Moly: Good, good, good... you were eating while I was getting beating.
Day-Day: Looks like somebody beat the bricks off your motherfucking ass.
Moly: You are supposed to be a security guard, buddy, no?
Day-Day: [pretending to be olivious] We are security, ain't that a bitch?
Craig Jones: We are security guards.
Day-Day: [imitating Moly] Someone call 9-1-1
Mr. Jones: Moly... you got knocked the fuck out!
Moly: Oh, good observation, buddy.
[looks to Craig and Day-Day]
Moly: Where were you buddies, huh?
Craig Jones: We was on our lunch break.
Day-Day: Trying to get something to eat, so we can secure this nasty-ass lot.
Moly: Good, good, good... you were eating while I was getting beating.
Day-Day: Looks like somebody beat the bricks off your motherfucking ass.
Moly: You are supposed to be a security guard, buddy, no?
Day-Day: [pretending to be olivious] We are security, ain't that a bitch?
Craig Jones: We are security guards.
Day-Day: [interrupting a trio of carolers] Heaven and a... fuck all that shit! Y'all hos gotta get up off the corner with that.
Sister Sarah: Excuse me, sugar, what did you say?
Day-Day: Y'all heard me what I said. I said y'all hos gotta get off this corner
Sister Sarah: You better watch yo little filthy mouth. You are talking to children of the lord.
Day-Day: I want you to know who you're talking to too: top flight motherfucking security.
Craig Jones: [running up] Hey wait a minute, Day-Day, you can't talk to these old-ass ladies like that!
Sister Sarah: Excuse me, sugar, what did you say?
Day-Day: Y'all heard me what I said. I said y'all hos gotta get off this corner
Sister Sarah: You better watch yo little filthy mouth. You are talking to children of the lord.
Day-Day: I want you to know who you're talking to too: top flight motherfucking security.
Craig Jones: [running up] Hey wait a minute, Day-Day, you can't talk to these old-ass ladies like that!
Craig Jones: About a year ago, my pops quit his dog-catching job and went into business with my uncle Elroy. They ran this spot called Brothers Barbecue. Taste so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama. You might have seen the commercial.
Uncle Elroy: Ya'll tired of eatin' that barbecue from up the street? Where they give you more sauce than they give you meat? Then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulevard, that's right off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama! Don't it, Willie?
Mr. Jones: Yeah, boy! Hey, mama?
Grandma Jones: What the hell you want, Willie?
[Willie slaps her]
Uncle Elroy: Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.
Craig Jones: You might have missed it. They only had enough money for a 15-second spot. Well, my pops hooked us up with a job as Christmas help security.
Uncle Elroy: Ya'll tired of eatin' that barbecue from up the street? Where they give you more sauce than they give you meat? Then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulevard, that's right off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama! Don't it, Willie?
Mr. Jones: Yeah, boy! Hey, mama?
Grandma Jones: What the hell you want, Willie?
[Willie slaps her]
Uncle Elroy: Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.
Craig Jones: You might have missed it. They only had enough money for a 15-second spot. Well, my pops hooked us up with a job as Christmas help security.
Day-Day: Hey, I wanna ask you a question.
Moly: Okay, what?
Day-Day: When we get our guns?
Moly: Oh, no, no guns. You are top-flight unarmed security guards.
Craig Jones: What about walkie talkies?
Day-Day: And some flashlights. In case we catch some girl giving up some head right in the back behind the trash cans, I could come back there with the flashlight and catch her.
Moly: You guys are supposed to be big, tough guys. You don't need all these gidgets-gadgets, huh. All you need is this here.
[hands them whistles]
Moly: If there are any problems, you just blow. Toot-toot!
Day-Day: [they blow their whistles; Craig is standing right next to Day-Day] Goddamn, Craig!
Moly: Okay, what?
Day-Day: When we get our guns?
Moly: Oh, no, no guns. You are top-flight unarmed security guards.
Craig Jones: What about walkie talkies?
Day-Day: And some flashlights. In case we catch some girl giving up some head right in the back behind the trash cans, I could come back there with the flashlight and catch her.
Moly: You guys are supposed to be big, tough guys. You don't need all these gidgets-gadgets, huh. All you need is this here.
[hands them whistles]
Moly: If there are any problems, you just blow. Toot-toot!
Day-Day: [they blow their whistles; Craig is standing right next to Day-Day] Goddamn, Craig!
Uncle Elroy: Where your flashlight at? Rent-a-cops supposed to have flashlights. You gotta shine some damn body.
Craig Jones: We supposed to get handcuffs, flashlights, taser guns.
Day-Day: German shepherds.
Uncle Elroy: Y'all must ain't heard what happened to the last security guards they had 'round here.
Craig Jones: We supposed to get handcuffs, flashlights, taser guns.
Day-Day: German shepherds.
Uncle Elroy: Y'all must ain't heard what happened to the last security guards they had 'round here.
Money Mike: [holding Damon by the testicles with a pair of pliers] Hold these til I get in the car.
Craig Jones: Dude, I ain't about to touch his nuts or them vice grips.
Money Mike: Oh yes you are.
Craig Jones: No I'm not.
Money Mike: Yes you are!
Craig Jones: Bullshit.
Money Mike: This is yo party. Yo pliers. His nuts. In yo hands!
Craig Jones: Dude, I ain't about to touch his nuts or them vice grips.
Money Mike: Oh yes you are.
Craig Jones: No I'm not.
Money Mike: Yes you are!
Craig Jones: Bullshit.
Money Mike: This is yo party. Yo pliers. His nuts. In yo hands!
Craig Jones: You ain't evictin' nobody, 'less you got a motherfuckin' army wit you.
Mrs. Pearly: I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-ass. My son Damon home right now.
Craig Jones, Day-Day: DAMON?
Craig Jones: [in narrative] I had a nightmare 'bout that fool last night.
Damon: [flashes to dream; Damon walks into Craig and Day-Day's prison cell] Day-Day. Craig. Which one of you bitches is gonna wash my drawers tonight?
Craig Jones, Day-Day: [pointing to each other] That would be him.
[Damon tosses his laundry on both of them]
Day-Day: I wash on Sundays... anyway.
Craig Jones: Starch or press?
Damon: Starch, nigga!
Mrs. Pearly: I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-ass. My son Damon home right now.
Craig Jones, Day-Day: DAMON?
Craig Jones: [in narrative] I had a nightmare 'bout that fool last night.
Damon: [flashes to dream; Damon walks into Craig and Day-Day's prison cell] Day-Day. Craig. Which one of you bitches is gonna wash my drawers tonight?
Craig Jones, Day-Day: [pointing to each other] That would be him.
[Damon tosses his laundry on both of them]
Day-Day: I wash on Sundays... anyway.
Craig Jones: Starch or press?
Damon: Starch, nigga!
Pinky: [Pinky's limo hit Santa Claus; to C.W] Ain't playin' with you, nugga. Didn't I tell you I was gonna fire yo ass if you hit someone else!
C.W.: No, I didn't hear that part, Pinky.
Pinky: After you hit that little retarded boy with the fucked up walk!
[demonstrates]
Pinky: You costin' me money, C.W.
C.W.: No, I didn't hear that part, Pinky.
Pinky: After you hit that little retarded boy with the fucked up walk!
[demonstrates]
Pinky: You costin' me money, C.W.
Moly: [after Day-Day, Craig and Elroy got mugged by Santa] You're supposed to be security, buddy.
Day-Day: That's why I asked yo ass for the two flashlights.
[Moly and the two cops start laughing]
Day-Day: That's why I hate the fucking law. Get yo fat ass up and go do something about this. You get up too! Gotta get us those flashlights or we gonna get killed around here!
Day-Day: That's why I asked yo ass for the two flashlights.
[Moly and the two cops start laughing]
Day-Day: That's why I hate the fucking law. Get yo fat ass up and go do something about this. You get up too! Gotta get us those flashlights or we gonna get killed around here!
Day-Day: Man, What about the fine ass hos I had coming here. They said they were gonna fuck for a buck, do something strange for a little piece of change, and I know we're gonna make them Holler for a dollar. One of 'em said they'd suck my dick from the back. I ain't never had that, ever happen to me, I'm trying to see what that be like. Badaba badaba ba.
Craig Jones: So all we gonna do is take it easy, make this money, you gonna watch yo temper.
Day-Day: I ain't gotta watch shit.
Craig Jones: You gonna treat people right, talk to people right. You can get yo ass kicked out here real quick.
Day-Day: So? I don't care nothin' about that. Don't nobody be gettin' outta hand.
Craig Jones: And I ain't gettin' into no shit because of you.
Day-Day: I ain't gotta watch shit.
Craig Jones: You gonna treat people right, talk to people right. You can get yo ass kicked out here real quick.
Day-Day: So? I don't care nothin' about that. Don't nobody be gettin' outta hand.
Craig Jones: And I ain't gettin' into no shit because of you.
Craig Jones: [after Mrs. Pearly seduced Willie and his wife walked in on them] Whoop his ass, Mama! Whoop his ass, Mama.
[to Mrs. Pearly]
Craig Jones: Pearly, you ain't right. Tryin' to give my daddy VD.
Mrs. Pearly: I'm callin' the police on y'all, fool!
Craig Jones: Get that lined up too first, bitch!
[to Mrs. Pearly]
Craig Jones: Pearly, you ain't right. Tryin' to give my daddy VD.
Mrs. Pearly: I'm callin' the police on y'all, fool!
Craig Jones: Get that lined up too first, bitch!
