Friday After Next (2002)

John Witherspoon: Mr. Jones

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Quotes 

• Craig Jones : [beaten up Moly walks in Barbeque restaurant]  Daaaamn!

  Day-Day : [imitating Moly]  Someone call 9-1-1

  Mr. Jones : Moly... you got knocked the fuck out!

  Moly : Oh, good observation, buddy.

  [looks to Craig and Day-Day] 

  Moly : Where were you buddies, huh?

  Craig Jones : We was on our lunch break.

  Day-Day : Trying to get something to eat, so we can secure this nasty-ass lot.

  Moly : Good, good, good... you were eating while I was getting beating.

  Day-Day : Looks like somebody beat the bricks off your motherfucking ass.

  Moly : You are supposed to be a security guard, buddy, no?

  Day-Day : [pretending to be olivious]  We are security, ain't that a bitch?

  Craig Jones : We are security guards.

• Craig Jones : About a year ago, my pops quit his dog-catching job and went into business with my uncle Elroy. They ran this spot called Brothers Barbecue. Taste so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama. You might have seen the commercial.

  Uncle Elroy : Ya'll tired of eatin' that barbecue from up the street? Where they give you more sauce than they give you meat? Then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulevard, that's right off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama! Don't it, Willie?

  Mr. Jones : Yeah, boy! Hey, mama?

  Grandma Jones : What the hell you want, Willie?

  [Willie slaps her] 

  Uncle Elroy : Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.

  Craig Jones : You might have missed it. They only had enough money for a 15-second spot. Well, my pops hooked us up with a job as Christmas help security.

• Mr. Jones : I look better than you!

  Uncle Elroy : You don't!

  Mr. Jones : I cook better than you!

  Uncle Elroy : You can't!

  Mr. Jones : My dick is bigger than yours!

  Uncle Elroy : It was cold that night!

• Mr. Jones : Have you seen our commercial?

  Moly : No, buddy.

  Mr. Jones : Bros. Barbecue taste so good, make you wanna slap yo mama!

  [slaps Moly. Moly slaps him back. Willie slaps Moly again. Moly slaps back again] 

  Moly : Hey buddy.

  Mr. Jones : Moly, what the fuck wrong with you?

• Mr. Jones : Lotto stud. Lotto fuckin' stud.

• Mrs. Jones : [Mrs. Pearly has seduced Willie]  Willie, get yo ass off that heifer!

  Mr. Jones : Betty!

  Craig Jones : Daddy, get yo ass off that heifer!

• Mr. Jones : Think of this: last year around this time you'd won the lotto. Over a million dollars. Anybody else would be livin' in the French Riviera. You back here kickin' with me at Bros. Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-barbecue.

• Mr. Jones : Elroy, don't you mess with this ba-ba-ba-barbecue business. I'm gon' keep a eye on you.

  Uncle Elroy : I don't give a damn 'bout yo lazy eye, you Popeye lookin' son of a... No! I started this barbecue shit, and this is the motherfuckin' thanks I get?

• Mr. Jones : [to Moly]  Hope your camel got a ticket outside.

• Mrs. Pearly : So how much do you really love your boy?

  Mr. Jones : Not enough to pay his fucking rent. I have enough trouble paying my own damn rent.

• Mr. Jones : Gimme a twister. Make it two. Hold the flies.

• [repeated line] 

  Mr. Jones : Yeah, boy!