Clifton Powell credited as playing...
Melvin 'Big Smoke' Harris
- Big Smoke: [at Cluckin' Bell, during the drive-thru mission] I'll have 2 number nines, a number nine large. A number six with extra dip. A number seven. Two number forty-fives, one with cheese, and a large soda.
- Big Smoke: You picked the wrong house, fool!
- Carl Johnson: Big smoke! It's me, Carl! Chill, chill!
- Big Smoke: CJ...? Aaaooooww my dog! Whassup? Ha ha ha ha!
- Big Smoke: Like it says in the book... We are both blessed and cursed.
- Carl Johnson: What fuckin' book?
- [near the end of a huge police chase]
- Big Smoke: Oh shit! Roadblock up ahead!
- Carl Johnson: The K's jammed!
- Big Smoke: Fuck it, I'm goin' through!
- Sweet Johnson: CJ, we got the ghetto bird up ahead!
- Aerial Police (Cop 1): This is the LSPD, do not... hey, what the fuck! TOO LOW! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!
- Sweet Johnson: Back up Smoke, BACK UP!
- Big Smoke: Hell no, I'm going through!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Oh man, we gonna die!
- [the helicopter skims over the car, shredding the motorcycle cop on the hood of the car]
- Carl Johnson: OH SHIT!
- [Smoke proceeds]
- Sweet Johnson: Slow down Smoke, SLOW DOWN!
- Big Smoke: Oh shit, the brakes is out!
- [Everyone bails out at the last second as the car smashes through a billboard, and crashes on a rig on the freeway below]
- Big Smoke: [looking at the carnage on the freeway from the smashed billboard] Shit! That's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin' the blunt!
- Sweet Johnson: Now THAT was some some serious shit! Whoo!
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Fuck this, we gotta get outta here.
- Sweet Johnson: Ryder's right. Everyone split up, and we'll meet up later.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Say, CJ, you gonna crash the car again?
- Carl Johnson: Fuck you, Ryda'.
- Sweet Johnson: Ryda', give CJ a break, man. He's practically turned the Grove around by himself.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: Man, I was just tellin' a joke on the lil' nigga.
- Carl Johnson: Everythang you do is a joke, Ryder.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: That ain't true!
- Big Smoke: Ryda'... just chill the fuck out, man!
- Sweet Johnson: Remember, we're reuniting the families, so no bullshit. Stay cool.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: You know me, Sweet, cool as a Shaolin monk!
- Sweet Johnson: Especially you, Ryda.
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: What you mean? I resent your implication, and shit.
- [Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house]
- Big Smoke: [to Sweet] Hey, you gotta keep it real, man.
- Sweet Johnson: Man, nobody give a shit about the 'hood.
- Big Smoke: I do!
- Sweet Johnson: All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tight.
- Big Smoke: I don't know, man.
- [CJ enters]
- Carl Johnson: Whassup, ya'll?
- Sweet Johnson: Whassup, CJ?
- Lance 'Ryder' Wilson: What's cracking?
- Sweet Johnson: Man, all they care about is smoking and money.
- Big Smoke: You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet.
- Sweet Johnson: Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men.
- Big Smoke: Yeah, but they're down with us, man.
- Sweet Johnson: All they down with is money. CJ - go down there and show these fools you mean business. these chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it.
- Carl Johnson: We been putting time in the 'hood, but we gotta get the homies back together, like the old days.
- Sweet Johnson: Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder go handle your business!
- [to Big Smoke]
- Sweet Johnson: Man, they'd slang to their own Momma. They don't care about nothing.
- Big Smoke: You're naÔve, my friend. We gotta keep our focus.
- Carl Johnson: [after seeing a truck that is chasing them crash] Ah, they hit a bus!
- Smoke: Ha ha ha! I'll never diss public transportation again!
- Big Smoke: [after a harrowing police chase] Shit! That's gonna be a hell of a story to tell later on when we're passin' the blunt!
- Big Smoke: A lot of people say gangsta rap is misogynistic posturing by fake-ass idiots who spend more time in drama school then they ever did pimping or hustling dope. Well, I assure you, OG Loc is the real thing. He's hated women all his life, he sold drugs to school children, he's murdered innocent people just for kicks, but he rhymes like an angel. And I assure you, it's all in a good cause. So either way, you could feel good about yourself listening to this music.