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What happened to you? Cheddar Bob had an accident. He's fine. I'm fine. You and your friends. Mom, don't start, please. It's been a long fuckin' night. Tell me about it. Me and Greg are havin' problems. - He found out about the eviction? - No. The settlement check ain't comin'? No, it's comin; It's comin'. It's our... It's our sex life. Mom, I don't want to hear this shit. I mean, it's good. It's real good. But he just doesn't like... Mom, I don't want to hear this. Greg won't go down on me. Mom!
8 Mile
31.7s
Just for a couple weeks. Got to save up enough to get my own place. Just like Bob Zurowsky. You're plannin' on still living at home, aren't you, Rabbit? Okay. What a bunch of fuckin' losers. - Fuck you.! - Jimmy.! - What's your problem, you little ingrate? - What's your problem? Don't kick my fuckin' clothes! Don't fuckin'judge me, man! Why don't you grow up? Goin' around actin' like a punk. Motherfucker, what's up? Stop! Fuckin' punk! Stop it.! - [Dog Barking] - Hey, Lily.
8 Mile
38.2s
Yo, don't tell nobody I'm livin' back here, man. All right, dawg. What happened to you last night? I heard you got caught out. People sayin' some fucked up shit. Yeah? Yeah. Man, why you still goin' to The Shelter, dawg? Ain't nobody down there but a bunch of clowns who ain't got deals and never gonna get deals. You need to stay at home. You know Wink's got ya. Whatever, man. Look, I'm telling you, man, I'm on my way. And I'm takin' you with me. You're the franchise, baby. The franchise? Yeah. I'm takin' a fuckin' bus to work, man. Look. I was just on the horn with my man Roy Darucher. That promo guy? Yeah. Now Roy's all hooked up at 98.
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