Beaumont: I just ain't getting in no goddamn, dirty-ass trunk man. I got a problem with small places.
Ordell Robbie: Well I got a problem with spending ten thousand dollars on ungrateful, peanut-head niggers to get 'em out of jail, but I did it!

Beaumont: Man, you must be out of your fuckin' mind if you think I'm gonna get in this dirty-ass trunk.
Ordell Robbie: We ain't going nowhere but to Koreatown, man. You ain't gonna be locked in here no more than ten minutes.
Beaumont: I ain't ridin' in no trunk for no minute, man.

Beaumont: I'm still scared as a motherfucker, O.D. They talking like they serious as hell giving me time for that machine gun shit.
Ordell Robbie: Aw, come on, man, they just trying to put a fright in your ass.
Beaumont: Well, if that's what they doin', they done did it.
Ordell Robbie: How old is that machine gun shit?
Beaumont: About three years...
Ordell Robbie: Three years? That's a old crime, man! They ain't got enough room for all the niggers running around killing people today, now how are they gonna find room for you?

Ordell Robbie: Who was there for your ass?
Beaumont: YOU were there for my ass.
Ordell Robbie: WHO? WHO? WHO?
Beaumont: YOU, nigga!
Ordell Robbie: You goddamn right. That's how that shit works: you get your ass in trouble, I get your ass out. That's my motherfuckin' job. And I don't mind telling you, nigga, it's steady work.

Ordell Robbie: Look, I hate to be the kinda nigga does a nigga a favor, then, BAM!, hits a nigga up for a favor in return. But I'm afraid I gotta be that kinda nigga.
Beaumont: What?
Ordell Robbie: I need a favor.

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