Friday (film)

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Friday is a 1995 comedy buddy film directed by F. Gary Gray. Starring Ice Cube, Chris Tucker, Nia Long, Bernie Mac, Tom Lister, Jr. and John Witherspoon, the film revolves around 16 hours in the lives of Craig Jones (Ice Cube) and Smokey (Chris Tucker), who must pay $200 to a drug dealer before 10:00 p.m. on Friday night. The protagonists spend the majority of that time sitting on Craig's porch and interacting with their oddball neighbors and friends. The movie was released on the 26th of April 1995 and has since spawned 2 sequels and an animated series.

Dialogue[edit]

Mrs. Jones: Craig, you know what your problem is? You have no game.
Craig Jones: What do you know about game? I got all the game.
Mrs. Jones: Now your father, he got game.
Mr. Jones: [coming out of the bathroom] Don't nobody go in that bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes. [sniffs around] Someone open a window.
Craig Jones: You call that game??

Craig Jones: [points across the street to Mrs. Parker] Look, look, she's bendin' over!
Pastor Clever: Lord have mercy! The lord is my shepherd, and he knows what I want! Excuse me brother, (running across the street) Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker!

Smokey: Older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Craig Jones: Man, it's the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Smokey: Yeah well yeah, she blacker than a motherfucker, too.

[after hallucinating about seeing Big Worm's head in the cabinet while fetching sugar for Kool-Aid, Craig quickly shuts the cabinet door, then opens it again, and the head disappears, but Craig does not see any sugar in the cabinet. He closes the door.]
Craig Jones: [frustrated] Damn.
Smokey: What?
Craig Jones: I ain't got no sugar.
Smokey: You ain't got no sugar? DAMMN! Y'all ain't never got two things that match. Y'all got Kool-aid, no sugar, peanut butter, no jelly, ham, no burger. DAMN!.

[Craig asks Smokey what they are going to do to pay back Big Worm]
Smokey: Man, that fool just playin' man. I ain't trippin.
Craig Jones: That's your problem. Ain't nobody playin' but you. You walk up and down the street all day playin'. He ain't playin'! You think he playin' 'bout his money?! He know where my mama stay, know where you mama stay. You say he had a gun when you seen him, right?
Smokey: Yeah.
Craig Jones: Well, name one person in the hood that play like that.

[Ezal, the neighborhood crack head, is feigning a fall in a convenience store to get money]
Ezal: Aw, I'm suing y'all. Oh, I'm hurt. Oh, my neck, my back, my neck and my back. Oh! I want $150,000, but we can settle out of court right now for twenty bucks.
Janitor: Man, get your punk ass up. It ain't even wet over here. Damn.

[Smokey is talking to Big Worm on the phone, confronting him about the drive-by shooting]
Smokey: Yeah, I got your money. And I don't appreciate you sendin' your punk ass, busta ass, Jheri curl wearin' ass friends come down here to shoot at me and my homie. They'd like to got dealt with.
Big Worm: First of all, don't be callin' here like you some straight up "G", 'cause I'll cut your balls off and hand 'em to you, partner. I had to warn you too many times about my money, Smokey. You see, it's the principle of the whole thing. There's principalities in this.
Smokey: Yeah, well...I got your money anyways. And you sell that shit yourself next time, 'cause I'm goin' to rehab. I'm through with this shit. (hangs up, then lights up a joint and looks at the camera) I was just bullshittin'! And you know this, man!!!

Mr. Jones: Craig.
Craig: What?
Mr. Jones: Come in here.
Craig: Where you at?
Mr. Jones: In the bathroom.
[Craig enters bathroom; Mr. Jones is spraying air freshener.]
Craig: Aw, man, I'll wait until you come out.
Mr. Jones: Boy, bring your ass up in here. What you talkin' 'bout, you wait 'til I come out? I smelled your shit for 22 years; now you can smell mine for 5 minutes. Shut the door. (grunts; plopping sound) Now, your mama told me what happened to you yesterday.
Craig: What?
Mr. Jones: That was stupid. How the hell you gonna get fired on your day off?
Craig: I don't know.
Mr Jones: [grunts; another plopping sound] Well, you need a trade. Look at that there, over there on the c-c-- [grunts] On the counter there. [groans]
Craig: I ain't trying to be no dog-catcher!
Mr Jones: Why not?
Craig: I don't even like dogs.
Mr Jones: That's the beauty of it. I grab a dog, and I choke him, and I kick the shit out of him. All day long, my foot up a dog's ass. Just bang-bang-bang up his ass. That's my pleasure.
Craig: No thanks.
Mr Jones: Well, I'll tell you one thing. Round here, you go to work, you go to school. First of the month, the rent is due. If you ain't got nothin' on the table, you ain't gotta worry about catchin' a dog. You gotta worry about a dog catchin' your ass.

Smokey: 'Sup, man?
Craig: Wassup.
Smokey: Why ain't you at work?
Craig: I got fired yesterday.
Smokey: Fo' real...?! I thought you had the day off yesterday.
Craig: I did. Went in there pick up my check. Came home. Supervisor called me about 4 o'clock. Talking about they got me on video tape stealing boxes.
Smokey: The fuck you doin' stealin' boxes for? What you trying to build a clubhouse? Man, I know you didn't go out like that.
Craig: Hell, no, ain't got me on tape. But they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' about pressin' charges.
Smokey: Goddamn! You've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your day off.

Smokey: [after Craig knocks out Deebo] You got knocked the fuck out, man! Give me my goddamn money...
[Smokey takes $200 from a knocked-out Deebo] Now payback is a motherfucker ain't it? Nigga!!

Red: Man, why ain't ya'll help me?!
Smokey: Shit, I'm high.
Red: Man that's fucked up! If that were y'all, I woulda helped y'all.
Craig: What 'bout the time he tried to choke me in Smoke's backyard?
Smokey: Yeah?
Red: [thinks about it for a second] Oh, that was different.

[Craig's father catches him with a handgun]
Mr. Jones: What's that for?
Craig: Protection.
Mr. Jones: Protection from who?
Craig: Me and Smoke...I've got to walk Smokey down to his house.
Mr. Jones: Aw, man. Your mother and I never would've moved to this neighborhood if we'd known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
Craig: You know how it is 'round here.
Mr. Jones: Oh, no, son. That's not the way it is. You kids have been nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. Too scared to take an ass-whipping. [raises his fists] This is what makes you a man. When I was growing up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some. But you live. You live to fight another day. Now you think you're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?
Craig: I'm a man without it.
Mr. Jones: Put the gun down.
[Craig complies]
Mr. Jones: C'mon, put up your dukes.
[Craig raises his fists]
Mr. Jones: Now you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun, too. He found out the hard way. 22 years old. You've got a choice. This is all you need, alright?

Smokey: Break yourself, fool!
Craig: Man, look what you did to my curtain. You better watch whose window you be sneaking in before you get blasted on.
Smokey: With what? You ain't got nothing man!
Craig: [pulls out a gun and sticks it in Smokey's face] With this.
Smokey: Whoa, man. Where did you get that from?
Craig: Your mama.
Smokey: Fuck you.
Craig: Fuck you.

Craig Jones: Baby, you got some money?
Joi: Umm, nigga, how much you need?
Craig Jones: About $200.
Joi: Mmm, I guess. What you gon' give me?
Felisha: Craig. Craig.
Craig Jones: What?
Felisha: Can I borrow your VCR? I need to dub a tape.
Craig Jones: Hell no.
Felicia: It's "The Mack!". (walks away)
Joi: Uh-uh, wait a minute! Who the fuck is that bitch? Fuck you, motherfucker! You think you slick! Gon' come over here and ask me for some money? Well, ask that bitch for some money!
[furiously drives away]


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