[rapping] ... You never gonna judge me, though / 'Cause you don't know what the fuck I've been through / But I know something about you / You went to Cranbrook - that's a private school / What's the matter, dog? / You're embarrassed? / This guy's a gangster? / His real name is Clarence / And Clarence lives at home wit both parents / And Clarence parents have a real good marriage...

B. Rabbit

[as DJ Iz is rambling on about the abandoned houses in Detroit] What the fuck is he talking about?

Jimmy Smith Jr., Future

Professor Severus Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few...
[stares at Draco Malfoy]
Professor Severus Snape: Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.
[notices Harry scribbling on his paper]
Professor Severus Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to NOT-PAY-ATTENTION.
[steps over to Harry]
Professor Severus Snape: Mister Potter. Our new... celebrity.

[Rabbit's car has just shorted out] I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit...

Sol

[rapping] Fuck off, Papa Doc, fuck the clock, fuck the trailer, fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me. I'm a piece of fucking white trash and I say it proudly. And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me

B. Rabbit

Alex: [sitting near the burning house] It's almost beautiful.
Jimmy Smith Jr: When I was younger, I always wanted to live in a house like this, when it was used to be.

Stephanie: If you want to live here, you have to get along wit Greg.
Jimmy Smith Jr: He started.
Stephanie: You can't fuck this up for me baby, you just can't.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Whatever.

Jimmy Smith Jr: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking to know what's best for me, dog. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.
Future: Look, Jimmy...
Jimmy Smith Jr: Look, Jimmy, nothing. Fuck you. I told you not to fucking sign me up.
Future: What the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?
Jimmy Smith Jr: You ain't the future of shit, bitch. You're just David fuckin' Porter.
Future: You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do, 'cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't.

I can't be a wizard. I'm just Harry, just Harry.

Harry

DJ Iz: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggers with the kind of benefits they need.
Sol: Dawg. We sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits, we're talking Bentley's and Benjamins not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
Future: Look to tell you all niggers the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.
DJ Iz: No what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.
Future: Savings Bonds?

Jane Smith: Wait, why do I get the girl gun?
John Smith: Are you kidding me?

I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye.

Gandalf

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