Sean Combs: We can't change the world unless we change ourselves.

Notorious B.I.G.: Mr. Webber? Yesterday you said I was gonna end up a garbageman.

Mr. Webber: That's right. If you keep cutting class, that's exactly what you'll become.

Notorious B.I.G.: Well, I found out a teacher makes 24,000 a year, and a garbageman makes 28,000 a year. I'm gonna make $4,000 more than his dumb ass.

Ending Title Card: Christopher Wallace, a.k.a. The Notorious B.I.G., did not live to see the release of his second album. That album, "Life After Death," went on to sell 10 million copies worldwide. With his success, he proved that no dream is too big. The sky is the limit.

Voletta Wallace: What kind of grown-ass man calls himself "Puffy?"

Mister Cee: Yo, your shit kinda sounds nice.

Lil Cease: For real.

Mister Cee: Yo, if you goan put it down like dat, we gotta record dis shit.

Notorious B.I.G.: Nigga, doan be gassin' me up.

Mister Cee: Ah'm just sayin, Ah know muthafuckas who know muthafuckas.

Notorious B.I.G.: Then, pop a tape in, nigga.

Notorious B.I.G.: What's up, Big Mama?

Lil Kim: What did you just call me?

Notorious B.I.G.: Big Mama. You looking damn good. How was work today?

Lil Kim: Everyday you ask me how I'm doing. What's that about?

Notorious B.I.G.: [Smiling] It's cause I care. You know what I'm saying?

Lil Kim: Yeah, right. Whatever you say, Big Poppa.

Notorious B.I.G.: [laughing] You know, you got a smart-ass mouth!

Lil Kim: What, you gonna do something about it?

[pauses, and stares B.I.G down]

Lil Kim: Nah, I didn't think so.

[Smiles and walks away]

Lil Kim: Your whole world changed when you heard me rap. Han on yo dick while mah ass you slap. Wanna take off my panties, and put it in a hole, but dis ain't cheap, nigga. Gots to pay its toll. Give a nigga head, and no, Ah'll nevuh bite. Sexy-ass lyrics y'know you kinda like. Mic in mah hand, and you'll bet to understand Lil Kim be The Baddest Bitch in Brooklyn.

Notorious B.I.G.: Look, bitch, stop being so fucking difficult!

Lil Kim: Who you callin' a bitch, nigga? You wasn't talking that shit when you was eating my pussy the other night!

Voletta Wallace: [voiceover / last lines] My son, Christopher Wallace, told stories. Some of them were funny, some of them were sad, some of them were violent, but people listened. I'm saddened that his life was cut down at the age of 24...

Voletta Wallace: ...but I find solace in knowing that he became a man, and he was ready to live.

Voletta Wallace: As I looked out at all those faces; something happened. Someone in the crowd turned on their radio, and I could hear my son's voice!

Faith Evans: Are you a bad guy trying to be good, or a good guy trying to be bad?

Notorious B.I.G.: I'm just trying to make it big.

Sean Combs: Yo, he got sex appeal like LL?

Wayne Barrow: A little bigger than that.

Sean Combs: What, like Heavy D?

Wayne Barrow: He's a little darker than that.

Wayne Barrow: He look like Wesley Snipes?

Wayne Barrow: Oh, he ain't Wesley...

Notorious B.I.G.: Yo, Puff... maybe in the right hands, I could be one of the greatest.

Voletta Wallace: Is this why you think I came to the States? So I can spend all my days, taking care of you, feeding you, cleaning up old plates of mash potatoes you leave under your bed?

Notorious B.I.G.: Huh?

[runs to his bedroom to find the crack he left under his bed]

Notorious B.I.G.: Keep the suspenders; lose the shirt.

Notorious B.I.G.: If you throw me out to the jungle, Ah'd hear them muthafuckas dancin.'

Notorious B.I.G.: That shit just clicked. Puffy gave it the gloss. The way them sneers hitting them vocals drop, he took that track from one hundred percent to two hundred percent. They started sayin' we brought Funk back to Hip Hop. All I know is I was doing what I always did.

Sean Combs: Ah want you to hear sumpin... See what Ahm sayin'? Ahm trying to get niggaz outta their seats; dis goan be like Soul Music.

Notorious B.I.G.: If Ah spit dis, mos' niggaz goan be laughin' at me.

Sean Combs: If you spit this, niggaz goan be laughin' at you all the way to the bank, Big!

Notorious B.I.G.: What's next? You want me to dance like MC Hammer?

Sean Combs: Look, you gimme dat street shit fo' R 'n B. But if Ah doan have sumpin Ah kin play on da radio, nobody'll evuh hear or buy yo album. You'd just be a broke-ass mix-tape rapper. Trust me, Big.

Notorious B.I.G.: These niggaz look like Rick James. Ah need some time, meh... Yo, Cease! Ahm goan need some Pepsi and MO weed. And females! Tell'em we havin' a pahty... Lemme hear dat one mo tahm.

Sean Combs: Nigga, Ahm *hungry*!

Notorious B.I.G.: Ah got rhymes for The Dayz, y'know what Ahm sayin'? Ah guess Ahm tryin' to tell a story 'bout an average nigga from Brooklyn, y'know what Ahm sayin'? A nigga gotta figure out dat life shit