Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood (1996) Poster

Marlon Wayans: Loc Dog

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  • [while filling out job application] 

    Loc Dog : Name: Loc Dog, baby. Height: Six-deuce! Age: 19. Father's name: mmm... I dunno. Sex: hell yeah, nigga! Salary desired: 3 million dollars! Cash!

  • Loc Dog : Never forget, man. Either they don't know... or don't show or just don't care... about bein' a menace to South Central while they drink their juice in the hood. That's what it's all about, Tray. That's what it's all about.

    Mailman : What the fuck is he talkin' about?

  • Loc Dog : Hey! Ms. Lady Bitch, I'm talking to you. How much for this candy bar?

    Korean Woman : Das five dala!

    Loc Dog : Five dollars? Damn! I better get some sucky-sucky with that! Love me long time or something?

  • Loc Dog : Everyone in the hood been up in her! She got more kids than Mrs. Wayans!

  • Child Support Man : Say man, don't be giving that little kid no alcohol.

    Loc Dog : You ain't his daddy.

    Child Support Man : I ain't?... Dashiki!

    [banging on her front door] 

    Child Support Man : Bitch, you better give me back my child support money!

  • Ashtray : [about Dashiki]  She wants me.

    Loc Dog : Why you keep wasting your time with that trick? Tellin' you, you need someone with some class. Someone you can take home to step-mama. You know what I'm trying to say? Get yourself a real woman.

    [he looks across the yard at a woman who is guzzling an entire forty] 

    Loc Dog : A real woman. Hey, Tray, you see that bitch over there?

    Ashtray : I see her.

    Loc Dog : Now, *that's* a lady. I bet you I can get her number.

    Ashtray : Nigga, you ain't getting nobody's number.

    Loc Dog : Fool, watch me.

    [walks over to the woman and smiles at her] 

    Loc Dog : Hey, sweetheart.

    [pulls his gun out of his waistband and points it at her head] 

    Loc Dog : Break you'self! Gimme your goddamn number! Come on! Hurry up! Come on!

    [she frantically writes her number down and gives it to him; he lowers his gun] 

    Loc Dog : Cool, cool, cool. So, um, I'm gonna give you a call about 5:00 all right?

    [when she doesn't respond, he points the gun at her head again] 

    Loc Dog : I said, all right?

    A.K. : Y-Y-Yeah, yeah.

    Loc Dog : All right, sweetheart. Take care of yourself, all right?

    [he walks away and holds up the number so Ashtray can see it] 

    Loc Dog : I told you I'd get her number!

  • Loc Dog : Well, I can see how a pretty little woman like yourself can make a man a little sick- I mean, nervous!

  • Loc Dog : "The Dog" don't bite... unless ya ask.

  • Loc Dog : [after his friend dies from smoking a powerful joint]  Yo, pass that shit!

  • Dave the Crackhead : Man, can you give directions to Grimshaw, man?

    Loc Dog : Fool, you better get yo crusty behind away from me!

    Dave the Crackhead : Man, I'll suck yo dick, man!

    Loc Dog : What did you say to me?

    Dave the Crackhead : I'll suck yo... dick, man!

    [Loc Dog gives him a mean look] 

    Loc Dog : [moments later, a zipping sound is heard]  Aw, man. Aight, so what you wanna do, my man, go to the corner, go about three blocks down, and make a right.

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