April 7, 7PM
Up north / downstairs
30/20/10 – Early Bird
The Northside Samuel L. Jackson Tribute Game
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April 7, 7PM
Up north / downstairs
30/20/10 – Early Bird
Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said “Dead Nigger Storage”?
No. I didn’t.
You know WHY you didn’t see that sign?
Why?
‘Cause it ain’t there, ’cause storing dead niggers ain’t my fucking business, that’s why!
Hey Freed—-get with it man…that was NOT Sam the man, that was Quinton!
I eat the pussy, I eat the butt, I eat every motherfuckin’ thang.
I don’t wanna hear about no motherfuckin’ ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, “You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly.”
Thats how its done mr Freed
In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic, you’re under arrest, Chancellor.
God put you in my path and I aim to cure you of your wicked ways.
nice! she was hot in that!
Cain slew Able, slew him out of envy. God put his mark on Cain for his sins, is that what you want Deke? Huh? Is that what you come here for? I’ll do it for you, all you got to do is say it again… Say you love me.
[pause]
SAY YOU LOVE ME NIGGA!
Whoa. Y’all take a chill. You got to cool that shit off. And that’s the double-truth, Ruth.
Tat Lawson: Look here, man. Now that you been out the joint two weeks don’t you think it’s about time you gave me my money?
Man: Told you I ain’t got your money yet, man.
Tat Lawson: ‘da fuck you mean you ain’t got my money yet? motherfuckin’ everybody know about that money you hid from that robbery!
Man: mu’phucka I told you I ain’t got your money yet, man!
Tat Lawson: [tilts head to the left]
Tat Lawson: ‘Da fuck you mean you ain’t got my money yet? muthafucka you best be comin’ up wit’ my cash or else you know what I’m sayin?
Man: Fuck you, Tat! fuck you think you is muthafuckin Ron O’Neill or som’m? talkin’ about I better pay or else, I ain’t your bitch nigga!
Man: [shrugs] Well… whatcha gon’ do?
Tat Lawson: Oh… what I’m gon’ do?
[pulls out revolver and points it at the man]
Man: What? I’m supposed to be scared now that you pull out a pistol muthafucka? I just spent five muthafuckin’ years in the joint… I told ya I pay yo monkey-ass when I feel like it! better suck my dick!
Tat Lawson: [while he shoots the man 8 times] suck on this muthafucka!
Tat Lawson: Do you owe me some money, motherfucker?
Tony: [Tosses Tat Lawson some cash] Hell no! But here you go!
Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration?
“What” ain’t no country I’ve ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Jules: Nobody’s gonna hurt anybody. We’re gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what’s Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what’s Fonzie like?
Yolanda: Cool?
Jules: What?
Yolanda: He’s cool.
Jules: Correctamundo!