Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

You better get in there and clean that room in the next ten minutes... or else you gonna be walking down the street with three shoes — two on your feet and one in your ass, sucker.

— Uh, do you drive an automobile?
— Um, with or without the boot?

— "Salary desired."
— Three million dollars. Cash.

Hey, stupid. You realize you just kissed every nigger in the party?

— And, uh... you gon' have some chores.
— Chores?
— That's right. Chores. Nigger, this ain't gon' be no free ride!

Y'all need to stop usin' the word nigger. You see, it's terms like the word nigger that the white man uses... to take away the self-esteem of another race! Oh, yeah. Remind me
to pick my laundry up... from that chink motherfucker up the street.

— Now, children. What do you say when you meet a nice man?
— [Together] Are you my daddy?

It'll be Hiroshima and Nigger-saki.

— Man, I ain't worried about jail! Shit, I... I don't give a damn about goin' to jail. You can take me to jail! Take me to jail!
— Shit, lock me up!
— Lock me up!
— Throw away the key!
— Throw away the key!
— I ain't afraid to fuck somebody in his ass!
— Whoa!

— Hmm. Very interesting... I see your hobbies are drinking, smoking weed and all types of ill shit?!
— Yeah.

We got arrested... for bein' black on a Friday night.