You ain't evictin' nobody, 'less you got a motherfuckin' army wit you. I don't need no...

Craig Jones: You ain't evictin' nobody, 'less you got a motherfuckin' army wit you. Mrs. Pearly: I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-ass. My son Damon home right now. Craig Jones, Day-Day: DAMON? Craig Jones: [in narrative] I had a nightmare 'bout that fool last night. Damon: [flashes to dream; Damon walks into Craig and Day-Day's prison cell] Day-Day. Craig. Which one of you bitches is gonna wash my drawers tonight? Craig Jones, Day-Day: [pointing to each other] That would be him. [Damon tosses his laundry on both of them] Day-Day: I wash on Sundays... anyway. Craig Jones: Starch or press? Damon: Starch, nigga!

Don't you worry about it, bitch. I know somebody like it. Take your ass back downstairs, 'cause you ain't evictin' nobody unless you got a motherfucking army with you. I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-Ass! My son Damon home right now. Damon! I had a nightmare about that fool last night. Day-Day! Craig! Which one of you bitches want to wash my drawers tonight? - That'd be him. - Him. Okay. I wash on Sundays, anyway. Starch or press? Starch, nigga! Move! Come on in, Miss Pearly. - When did he get out? - Last night. And I'm gonna let you two bitches in on a little secret-- when you spend 12 years on a level-4 prison yard, you become quite fond of little ol' girls like yourselves. So either I'm gonna get my rent money today, or somebody getting their salad tossed tonight!