[funky hip-hop music]– [yawns] – Yo, why you look
so tired, my dude? – Stayed up late
watching “New Jack City.” That joint got
fire-ass quotables. – [as Wesley Snipes]
Sit your $5-ass down before I make change. – “Never liked you anyway,
pretty mother[bleep].” [laughter] – Bro, Wesley Snipes the GOAT–
“White Men Can’t Jump,” “Passenger 57,” “To Wong Foo, Thanks for
Everything, Julie Newmar.” – Man, how you gonna name
that “Wong Foo” shit and not drop “Jungle Fever?” Y’all don’t know shit. – Yeah, “Jungle Fever”
was my shit. [as Snipes]
Mama, I smoked the TV. [laughs] Now pay attention
to the goddamn game! – Damn Milk,
I didn’t know “Jungle Fever”
meant so much to you. – Yeah, we enjoy watching
Snipes take down Beckys as much as anybody. No need to get
testy with Wesley. – My bad, y’all.
I’m tripping. Uncle Joey got
my shit twisted. – What’d you do now, Milk? – He on some ole
“send me away” ’cause my YouTube show
about to blow shit. – You got a YouTube show?
What’s it called?[whooshing]– “Got You, Mother[bleep]!”– [humming][air dryer blows]
[coughing]
You put baby powder
in my blow dryer?
– Nah, I put blow
in your blow dryer.
– What?
– [laughs]
Got you, mother[bleep].– [gibbering]
[thud]
[fantastical whoosh]Milton, get down here; we’re
gonna be late for synagogue.
[squish]
The hell?
Is this honey?
Why would–Milton!
[mower revving]– Got you, mother[bleep].[sputtered screaming]
[bees buzzing]
[fantastical whoosh]– Get out the car,
you cracker-ass cracker,
and leave the shit running.– Please, don’t hurt me.– Knew you was a
mark-ass bitch, caa!
– Milton!
[tires squealing]
[crash]– G–got you, moth…– That’s it,
Milton!
You’re out![whooshing]– So that square
Uncle Joey booted me, signed me up for the
student exchange program. – Oh, for real?
Foreign breezies love Americans. Where he sending you?
France, Japan, Swedish? – Man, [blows raspberry]
Ubombastan. – Damn, Milk. – Well, I’m finna
just pour out a little something
for you now. – What’s that
supposed to mean? – It means you better
learn how to throw rocks