Who's gonna want me now? Who's gonna want me? Where are we gonna live? We don't have any money! We don't have anything! What am I gonna do? - What am I gonna do? - What are you gonna do? Lily's out there by herself right now! Why do you got to be like this? What did we ever do to you? Get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck out of my house! Get the fuck out of my house.! [Sobbing] Come on, baby. Put your coat on. [Grunts Loudly] We're goin' next door, okay? We're gettin' out of here. Come on. [Barney] I love you...
8 Mile
29.8s
His settlement check came in. [Chuckling] His settlement check came in. And now that he's got money, he can't be with somebody like me anymore. [Chuckling] It's Thursday. I got... I got... I gotta go to bingo. Maybe he'll be there. You're goin' nowhere. Better off without him. Stop it.! Stop it. It's your fault he left me. You ruined it! You ruined it. You fucked it all up for me.
8 Mile
8.5s
Come on. Get up. Hi, honey. It's okay, Lily. It's okay, honey. [Voices On TV, Indistinct]
8 Mile
17.4s
[Moans] Mom, come on. Get up. Come on. [Sighs Deeply] Come on! [Grunts] Greg left me. Yeah? [Lily Babbling] He left me. [Grunts] Oh. Damn!
8 Mile
4.8s
Hey, Manny! Thanks.
8 Mile
8.8s
- Hey.! It's Rabbit.! Hey.! - Come on, man. [Cheddar Bob] Yo, Rabbit, wait up!
8 Mile
2.7s
[Rap, Muffled]
8 Mile
8.9s
Hey, Paul. Would you mind covering for me for a couple hours? Yeah, I can do that. Thanks, man. I owe you.
8 Mile
2.4s
Bye.
8 Mile
2.8s
I didn't say you were.
8 Mile
13.2s
Good. Good for you. I was hopin' to see you at The Shelter tonight. But if you're afraid... I'm not afraid of them guys.
8 Mile
8.8s
What do you want? I wanted to say good-bye. I'm goin' to New York. Yeah? And...
8 Mile
14.1s
[Sighing] Can I give you a ride? There's some things... No, I'm cool. Workin' overtime. Saving up for something special? Yeah. Studio time.
8 Mile
4.3s
She ain't waitin' on me. I'll be back.
8 Mile
9.9s
What up? Shit. Waitin' on this slow-ass ride. What are you still doin' here? Somebody called in sick, so I'm just fillin' in.
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoo blah Is that a tank top Or a new bra Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention - You're sayin' the same shit that he said - I'm gonna fuck you up! Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit Make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you [Crowd] Whoa.! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you" You see how far Them white jokes get you, boys like "How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you" My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven digits from yo'mother for a dollar tomorrow - [Cheering] - [Future] Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!