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Why haven't you called? Janeane, I can't talk about this here. You're gonna get me fired. I'm your girlfriend. No, you're not my girlfriend. We broke up. I'll call you later. You just took off without sayin' a word. At least I left you the car. Was it 'cause I said I was pregnant? Come on, Janeane. I know why you said that bullshit. You got to get out of here. I didn't know what else to do. Tell me why you left and I'll leave you alone. It's not you, okay? Janeane, it's me. It's my shit. I had to go. Why? What are you running from? Nothing. Would you just go?
8 Mile
59.6s
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!
8 Mile
56.3s
What floor is J LB on? Twenty-eight. Thank you. You're welcome. [D.J.] When we look at Big O, what are we lookin'at, baby? [Big O] I'm givin'you poverty. I'm givin'you the slums. That's where I'm from. So I put it all in the music. I'm lookin' for Wink Harris. Who? He's supposed to be here with Roy Darucher. Oh, I think they're all down in Studio "B." All right. Thank you. Mm-hmm. [Big O] I did anything for free... anything for the exposure. [D.J.] No doubt. Big "O, "big ups and congratulations, playboy player. You finally got your record on the radio. How does it make you feel, man? Oh, man, that's much love. I want to thank you and WJ LB, man... for lookin'out for me like that, dawg, so much love. I'm tryin'to put Detroit... the east side, for sure... on the map. Know what I'm sayin'? And we gonna do it for real. We'll get a pipeline to come through here, and the industry'll look at us... and they'll sign all of us, man, we'll all be eatin; [Big O] Whoa, whoa... Wait, wait, wait... [Screams] Jimmy! Stop it! Stop it!
8 Mile
59s
Hey, yo. This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon The generic version This crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here Except for these bitches You want a German, eh That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids These Leadaz Of Tha Free World rookies Lookie How could six dicks be pussies Talkin'bout shit's creek Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles This deep You're still gonna sink You're a disgrace Yeah, they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race He can't get with me spittin' this shit wickedly lyckety-shot - A spick-a-spickety, Split-Lickety - Oh, no, no! I'm gonna turn around with a smile and walk my white ass back across 8 Mile [Hooting, Yelling] Oh-h! Oh, oh! Say no mo'! That's what I'm talkin' about! It's unanimous! Bunny Rabbit goes to the next round! And Lyckety... Tell yo' mama I'll be over later.
8 Mile
33.3s
Okay. Where the fuck is B-Rabbit? B-Rabbit? What're you sayin' brother? Got everybody waitin; All right, let you all know, it's gonna be blazin' up in this bitch tonight. Got a lot of dope rappers comin'to the stage, and it's gonna be nice. One of these cats is goin'down a winner via sweet Papa Doc. Trust me. If this shit is goin'where I think it is, I might want to stick around. Come to the stage, Rabbit. Come to the stage.! B-Rabbit, where you at? Oh, there he is. Come on. All right, make way for the Rabbit. Let him come through.
8 Mile
1m9s
[Bass, Drums] Oh, look! Oh, he's takin' his shirt off. Come on, smack this cat, all right? [Lotto] Fuck this coward, dawg. Free World's in the motherfuckin'house. What's goin'on, baby? Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward here once and for all. I'm sick of this motherfucker. [Man] Rip it, Lotto. Rip it, baby, rip it.! Yeah.! [Growls, Clears Throat] Yo, I spit a racial slur Honky, sue me This shit is a Harlem flick But the black guy doesn't die in this movie - [Cheering] - Fuckin'with Lotto, dawg You got to be kiddin' That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin' You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say I got a better chance joinin' the K.K.K. Know some real shit, though I like you... that's why I didn't want to be the one You commit suicide to Fuck Lotto Call me your leader I feel bad that I got to murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver [Cheering] I used to like that show Now you got me in fight back mode But oh well, if you got to go You got to go I hate to do this I would love for this shit to last So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass And all is well that ends okay So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day"
8 Mile