Boyz n the Hood

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Boyz n the Hood is a 1991 film about a group of childhood friends growing up in a Los Angeles ghetto.

Directed and written by John Singleton.
Once upon a time in South Central L.A. ... It ain't no fairy tale. (taglines)


Furious Styles[edit]

  • Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children.
  • [referring to drug epidemic] I know every time you turn on the TV that's what you see. Black People, pushing the rock, selling the rock, that's what you see. But see that wasn't a problem as long as it was here. [referring to Compton, Watts, other Black ghettos] It wasn't a problem until it was in Iowa or on Wall Street where there are hardly any black people.
  • [to Tre, who has his gun in his hand, after Ricky had been shot] I want you to give me the gun. Oh, I get it. You gonna end like Doughboy? Like little Chris in a wheelchair? Give me the motherfucking gun, Tre!

Doughboy[edit]

  • [about TV news coverage] Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. They had all this foreign shit. They didn't have shit on my brother, man.

Dialogue[edit]

[Furious has shot at a burglar]
Furious Styles: Somebody must have been praying for that fool, cause I swear I aimed right for his head.
Young Tre: You should have blew it off.
Furious Styles: Don't say that. Don't say that. Just would've contributed to the killing of another brother.

Doughboy: I heard you like Mr. GQ Smooth now. You working over at the Fox Hills Mall?
Tre Styles: I get a discount on clothes, and shit. You like?
Doughboy: Nigga, you look like you selling rocks!
Chris: Yo, Tre' you be slinging that shit?
Tre Styles: No, I don't sell that shit!
Doughboy: You couldn't anyway! Pops will kick yo' ass! You know I'm out the pen. I'm gon' keep my ass out this time.
Tre Styles: That's what we're here to celebrate, right? Damn, brother how did you get so big?
Doughboy: Pumping iron, and eating. Ain't nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen. Three hots, and a cot, know what I'm saying? I was also reading, and writing my girl.
Monster: You read?
Doughboy: Yeah nigga, I ain't no criminal! I can read, bitch!

Doughboy: Ho's gotta eat too.
Shalika: Who you callin' a ho', I ain't no ho'.
Doughboy: Oops, I'm sorry, bitch.

Doughboy: Yeah, I heard you been gettin' that dope-head pussy. See, me, I probably get more pussy than you get air with yo' wannabe macdaddy ass.
Dooky: You don't know what I be getting. I don't be fucking no dopeheads. I let them suck my dick. Shit, they got AIDS and shit.
Monster: Stupid motherfucker, don't you know you can catch that shit from letting them suck on your dick?
Doughboy: Thank you.
Dooky: See. I ain't sick. I ain't all skinny and shit.
Chris: Nigga, what you mean you ain't skinny. Motherfucker so skinny he can hula hoop through a Cheerio. Nigga, you ain't got to be skinny. You can die from that shit years from now.
Dooky: Y'all just trying to scare me. For real, you can die from letting them suck on your dick?
Doughboy: Mark.

The Old Man: Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value. It's these folk, shootin' each other and sellin' that crack rock and shit.
Furious Styles: Well, how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don't own any planes. We don't own no ships. We are not the people who are flyin' and floatin' that shit in here. Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community?
The Old Man: Why?
Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves.

Ferris: Fuck you looking at, nigga?
Ricky: I'm still trying to find out, Nigga!
Doughboy: What? We got a problem here? [shows gun] We got a problem?
[Ferris and gang take a step back]
Ferris: Put the gun away, nigga.
Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot?
Doughboy: Shut up, bitch!

Tre Styles: I didn't do nothing.
Officer Coffey: You think you tough? [pulls gun on Tre] Scared now, ain't you? I like that. That's why I took this job. I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers, you ain't shit! I could blow your head off with this Smith & Wesson and you couldn't do shit. Think you tough? What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw mafia motherfuckers.

Chris: I tell y'all where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere. Violence, too.
Monster: Crenshaw, Sunday nights?
Chris: Nope.
Doughboy: Street racers on Florence?
Chris: Nah, nigga. Y'all way off. I give y'all a hint: everybody's been there.
Monster: Where?
Doughboy: Where, nigga? Spit it out.
Chris: The church.
Doughboy: Aw, shit. Nigga, please. Ain't nobody going to church to catch no bitches. I should roll your ass up off this porch with that stupid shit.

Furious Styles (to Tre): What'd you use?
Tre Styles: I used the number she gave me... Why you sweating me? I didn't have to use nothing. She said she was on the pill.
Furious Styles: How many times do I have I told you, if a girl says she's on the pill, you use somethin anyway. Pill ain't goin' to keep your dick from falling off. I don't know why you insist on learning things the hard way, but you gon' learn. Oh yeah, you gon' learn. Pick up that hair.

Shalika: Why is it every time you talk about a female you gotta say bitch, ho, or hootchie?
Doughboy: 'Cause that's what you are.

Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community?
The Old Man: Why?
Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves.

Mrs. Baker: You ain't shit. You just like your daddy. You don't do shit, and you never gonna amount to shit. All you do is eat, sleep, and shit.

Tre Styles (to Ricky): Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Ricky: What?
Tre Styles: You're slamming my door like some kind of gorilla on a football field!
Ricky: Damn, nigger! What's wrong with you?
Tre Styles: Nothing.

10-Year-Old Tre: Don't y'all know that this is a dead body?
Ric Rock: Yeah, motherfucker, we know that shit. He ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him.

10-year-Old Tre: Who's dat?
10-Year-Old Doughboy: Dat's my lady, homie. Her name is Brandi.
10-Year-Old Ricky: Man, she ain't your woman. She my woman.
10-Year-Old-Doughboy: How can she be yo' woman when she my lady?
10-Year-Old Ricky: She my wife.
10-Year-Old Doughboy: She may be your wife, but I stick my ding-a-ling in her every night, so that makes her mine.
10-Year-Old Ricky: Punk!
10-Year-Old Doughboy: Faggot! Get off me wit yo' big 4x4 head!

Tre Styles (to Sheryl): Keep your baby off the street. She gonna get hit one of these days.
Sheryl: You got some blow? You got some rock? I'll suck your dick.
Tre Styles: Just keep the baby off the streets! And change her diapers! They almost smell as bad as you.

[Doughboy kicks Ferris in his bullet-ridden legs]
Ferris: Fuck you man! Fuck you!
Doughboy: Turn your punk-ass over!
Ferris: I didn't do it man! I didn't pull the fuckin' trigger! What the fuck you doin? Oh, man! Well, fuck you! Fuck you! [Doughboy shoots Ferris twice]

Taglines[edit]

  • Once upon a time in South Central L.A. ... It ain't no fairy tale.
  • Increase the peace.

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

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