Boyz n the Hood (1991)

Ice Cube: Doughboy

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• Doughboy : Fool you don't go to college to be talkin' to no bitches. Your black ass 'posed to be learnin' somethin'. Can't learn shit talkin' to no stupid ass bitch.

• [complaining about TV news coverage] 

  Doughboy : 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.

• 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. And you ain't got to be skinny or sick, you can die five years from now from that shit.

  Dooky : Y'all just trying to scare me... for real, can you really die from lettin em suck on yo dick?

  Doughboy : Mark.

• [last lines] 

  Tre Styles : Hey, Dough!

  Doughboy : W'sup?

  Tre Styles : You still got one brother left, man.

  Doughboy : Thanks, man... Later, G.

  Tre Styles : Later.

• Chris : Fool, I wasn't even talking to you. This is a A-B conversation, you know... you can "C" your way out of it.

  Doughboy : Yeah, you can "C" your way out my ride, and we'll "C" your cripple ass walking all the way home.

• Doughboy : Yo, cuz, I know why you got outta the car last night... shouldn't have been there in the first place. You don't want that shit to come back to haunt you. I ain't been up this early in a long time. I turned on the TV this morning, they had this shit on about... about living in a violent world. Showed all these foreign places... I started thinking, man, either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Man, all this foreign shit, and they didn't have shit on my brother, man.

  [sniffles] 

  Doughboy : I ain't got no brother. Got no mother, either. She loved that fool more than she loved me.

  Sheryl : [running up to the porch]  Doughboy! You got some blow? Got some rock?

  Doughboy : Yo, get the fuck out my face! Keep them goddamn babies out the street!

  Tre Styles : [Sheryl leaves]  Did y'all get 'em?

  Doughboy : [wipes his eyes and looks at Tre. Tre shakes his head]  I'ont even know how I feel about it, neither, man. It just goes on and on, you know. Next thing you know, somebody might try and smoke me. Don't matter, doe. We all gotta go sometime, huh?

• Doughboy : Domino, motherfucker!

• 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 : No.

  Doughboy : Street races 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!

• Ricky : Hey D, why don't you go to the store for me.

  Doughboy : Nigga, I ain't the one she told to go get it, its yo wife.

  Ricky : Look man, she ain't my wife.

  Doughboy : She may as well be, Y'all got a family and all.

• [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] 

• Doughboy : Man your pops is like, mothafuckin, Malcolm... Farrakhan.

• 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!

• 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.

• Doughboy : Life would be different if God was a bitch.

• [after all the men shove their way past the women to get to the food first] 

  Tre Styles : Hey, hey! Why don't you all act like gentlemen and let these ladies eat first.

  [He motions to Doughboy for assistance] 

  Doughboy : Yeah. Y'all act like you ain't never had no barbecue before. The ladies eat. Ho's gotta eat too.

  Shalika : Wait a minute, niggah, who you callin' a ho? I ain't no ho!

  Doughboy : Oh, I'm sorry bitch.

  Mrs. Baker : [She smacks Doughboy]  Hey, hey! Watch your mouth.

  Doughboy : I'm just playin'!

• Doughboy : We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga?

  [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!

• Doughboy : Turn your punk ass over!

• Doughboy : I heard you like Mr. GQ Smooth now. You working over at the Fox Hills Mall?

  Tre Styles : Yeah, I get discounts on clothes. You like?

  Doughboy : You look like you sellin' rocks.

• Ferris : Fuck you looking at, nigga?

  Ricky : I'm still trying to find out,

  [shouts] 

  Ricky : Nigga!

  Doughboy : What? We got a problem here?

  [shows gun] 

  Doughboy : We got a problem?

• Doughboy : You know how to play Spades, Dooky?

  Dooky : Somethin' like that.

  Doughboy : I got somethin' for you to suck on.

• Ricky : Fuck you, man...

  Doughboy : What? Hey, don't fuck me, fuck your wife. That's why you got a baby now.

• Doughboy : You a monster, man. Be cussin' some motherfuckin' line. My Mom don't like that shit.

• Doughboy : Punk muthafucker ain't got nothin' better to do. Twenty-seven years old and still fuckin' muthafuckers our age - with his old ass.

• Tre Styles : Hey, Dough.

  Doughboy : Was'up?

  Tre Styles : You still got one brother left, man.

  Doughboy : Thanks, man.

• 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!