Justice:
Alone, all alone. Nobody, but nobody. Can make it out here alone.
Justice:
They still gonna fuck you up.
Chicago:
Get your ass in the truck.
Iesha:
Shut up, Chicago.
Lucky:
Well, frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck.
Lucky:
[
to Justice] Why are you mad all the time?
Justice:
[
as Iesha vomits on the side on the road after having drunk too much alcohol] Look at you.
Iesha:
[
dazed] What's up, J? What's the problem, girl?
Justice:
[
grabbing wine bottle out of Iesha's hand] *This* is the fucking *problem!*
[
smashes bottle on the ground]
Justice:
I'm *sick* of this shit! That's all you do. You act like some alcoholic bitch!
Iesha:
Why are you calling me a bitch?
Justice:
[
grabbing Iesha tightly by the neck of her shirt] All you do is get drunk all the time. That's why I never go any place with you, because you're always acting crazy! Just like...like my damn mama.
[
tears begin flowing from her eyes]
Justice:
Don't be callin me no bitch! If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch, BITCH!
Justice:
Tell me why you love me.
Lucky:
[
to Justice, after his cousin is shot] This never would have happened if I hadn't been fucking with you.
Justice:
I'm a phenomenal woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that's me.
Aunt June:
I want to talk to you about morals. The morals of the young people today is going to get them in big trouble. I'm telling you, because they act like they don't know the difference between right and wrong. And this is the truth. And see, one of the reasons is the parents. The parents are not taking care of their children. They are not telling them the difference between right and wrong. But then...
Aunt May, Aunt April:
[
both roll their eyes and turn to leave]
Aunt June:
Wait, now. No, no, no. No, ma'am. You have to listen. Because part of the responsibility is the children's, because this is *their* lives. It's not their mama's or their papa's. I'm talling you, they have to think for themselves. Even if their mama and papa didn't do something about them. Girl, look, the children have to think and try their best to come on up, come on up.
Jessie:
Most of these young girls today don't know their cooch from a hole in the wall. See, that's why I dress...and rest, cause love don't live here anymore.
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