As crazy as it seems, I-I think that someone is you. This Dom person... What did he say that, uh, I should have to do with this, uh, delivery? I don't know. I just know that he told me to deliver it to A.J., so... And why did you do it? - I didn't have a choice. - Oh, come on, Malcolm. Come on. You always have a choice. You could have done a lot of things with that package. You're a smart kid. I'm sure you thought about all of them. But you chose to make the delivery for this Dom person... because you thought it was, what, in your best interest?
Dope
18.9s
Not too much older than you. So you know Dominique? Excuse me? You... You probably know him as Dom. No. Sorry. Why do you ask? Dom gave me something... to deliver to someone.
Dope
4.8s
Don't lose that shit, okay? We have a computer lab which nobody ever uses.
Dope
3.3s
Nobody's going to suspect a thing. We're just geeks doing what geeks do.
Dope
1m7s
Yo, yo, yo. It's cool. It's cool. Let 'em in. Look, I ca... I can't let you do that. These kids are underage and I cannot lose my license tonight. Not tonight. I don't mind having this discussion with you. I actually enjoy the thoughtful exchange of ideas. And you do bring up a valid point. Know what I'm sayin'? But see, you put me in a bit of a spot, nigga. 'Cause I can't have you back-talkin' me in front of my niggas... without at least fuckin' your ass up. You feel me? You don't have to do that. I kinda do though. I don't want to. It's my birthday and shit. But there's principles to this shit, and I'm a principled man. - They in, Dom. It's all good. - I know they got in. That's my point. But I got this nigga telling me what he can't let me do and shit. Like I give a fuck. Man, if I let this shit slide, we got what they call a slippery slope. You know what a slippery slope is, nigga? No. I don't... I don't know what a slippery... Anyone? Do it got anything to do with skiing? Nigga, sit your ass down, man. I know using your brain is a challenge and shit. You use skis on a slope... You might fuck around, give yourself a concussion. It's a small event that leads to a chain reaction of events... with unintended consequences... that were unforeseen at the time of the inciting event.
Dope
2.3s
I don't want to go back there.
Dope
1.7s
I don't see it.
Dope
8.5s
U-Um, who is this? This the nigga that's gon' fuck you up, you keep asking questions. Now, who the fuck is this?
Dope
2.7s
Get the fuck outta here. Let's move. Go!
Dope
23.6s
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Yo, yo, yo. Oh, shit! What's wrong? What? Oh, shit. Fuck! Is that real? Boy, how'd you get this shit? I have no fucking clue, Jib. No fucking clue. What do you mean you don't have a fucking clue? I have no fucking clue where that gun came from. Or the drugs.
Dope
27.7s
You're a pussy, nigga. Come on, man. She let me feel her titties and finger-bang her. Bullshit. No, I'm dead-ass serious. Smell my fingers. I don't smell shit. Just cream. You never smelled pussy before. Wait. I have. I don't smell shit. See, she don't smell shit either. 'Cause you only know your pussy. Exactly! - Wait, wait, wait. Hold it. - Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. You two go back through, one at a time. One at a time. What's getting into you? Come on.
Dope
8.4s
Excuse my dumb-ass sister, man. What up? Are you A.J.? No, that's my dad. I need to speak to him.
Dope
4.1s
Congratulations. You have found your iPhone. Damn.
Dope
8.5s
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Three words. Did you fuck?
Dope
3.7s
Yo, Lily, what are you doing opening the door butt-ass naked for?