Taraji P. Henson credited as playing...
Yvette
- Jody: Yvette. Hi, baby. Baby, don't be mad at me. It ain't my fault. I love you.
- Yvette: What is it Jody I'm listening.
- Jody: Some Mexican stole your car.
- Yvette: They what? Jody.
- Jody: You hear?
- Yvette: I hear.
- Jody: You still got that tracking thing on?
- Yvette: Yeah.
- Jody: Cool. We'll find it in like 30 minutes. Call the po-po's and tell them what's up.
- Yvette: I ain't doing that.
- Jody: Why not?
- Yvette: Because I know who stole my car.
- Jody: Who? Tell me who stole your car baby and I'll go get it back for you.
- Yvette: I stole my car Jody.
- [Hangs Up Phone]
- Yvette: Hey, girl.
- Sharika: What you doing?
- Chris: Are you on the damn phone again? Get off the phone.
- Yvette: What's all that noise? Are you okay?
- Sharika: That's Chris. The nigga is trippin'. We've been drinking that Thug Passion.
- Chris: Get off the phone, bumping your gums, talking to them hos.
- Sharika: You made up with that nigga Jody yet?
- Yvette: No. I ain't thinking about him.
- Sharika: Yeah, right. Jody know that's his pussy.
- Yvette: I won't put up with his shit no more.
- Chris: Am I invisible?
- Sharika: I feel you.
- Chris: Hello! Lights on. Anyone home?
- Sharika: I definitely feel you.
- Chris: Get off the goddamn phone and come here, so I can drop it off in your drawers! Damn!
- Sharika: These niggas trip when they think hey own you. You need to check him.
- Chris: You need to check these nuts in your mouth.
- Sharika: Shut the fuck up! You see I'm on the damn phone! Shut your motherfucking ass up!
- Chris: Fuck them hos! You always talk to them bitches about their relationships. Attend to your nigga!
- Rodney: Hello? Hello? Yvette?
- Jody: Naw, nigga, this ain't no motherfuckin' Yvette!
- Rodney: Put Yvette on the phone, nigga!
- Jody: What? This my phone, nigga! Don't call my house no more!
- Rodney: How the *fuck* is that yo' house, nigga? You don't even live there. Is this Jody? The Jody that got my boo pregnant and can't take care of his responsibilities as a muthafuckin' man? Livin' at yo' mamma house? Walking around the streets like a little ass boy? Nigga, you's a *bitch*!
- Jody: What? Yo' ass in jail! You can't say nothin' about me and mine, homeboy. Look, don't call my *fuckin'* house no more! My girl ain't feeling you. It's not happening, cuz! Concentrate on not dropping the soap, you bitch-ass nigga!
- Rodney: *Fuck* you, cuz!
- [hangs up]
- Jody: I want a block on my motherfucking phone tomorrow, Yvette.
- Yvette: All right, Jody, damn!
- Jody: Stupid ass.
- Yvette: You stupid.
- Jody: All on the phone spreading my business out there. He on the other end talking 'bout "Yeah, I know you live with yo' mamma." I don't wanna hear that shit!
- Yvette: Jody, I know you love me. I also know you fuck other girls. I don't like it, but I know you. So just be real with me. Man, you gone be honest or what?
- Jody: If you can take it. You're starting to get on my nerves with this shit Yvette.
- Yvette: I'm getting on your nerves? And you're the one fucking around. You get with any of them girls you sell dresses to?
- Jody: A few. There. You feel better now? I love you, girl. You got my son and you probably gone be my wife. You want me to be honest?
- Yvette: Yeah, I do.
- Jody: You're my woman. Them other ho's is tricks. I make love to you, I want to be with you, but I fuck other females occasionally. I don't know why, I just do. That's the situation. You feel better now? That's some honesty for yo ass. Deal with it. I love you enough to be honest.
- Yvette: Jody, If you loved me, you wouldn't lie to me all the time. Move!
- Jody: Hold on. You got it all twisted up! I lie 'cause I do love you. Being honest would mean I don't give a fuck. Out on the street, I tell the ho's the truth. I lie to you because I care about your feelings.