Starch, nigga!
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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!
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!
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Movie Summary
Working as security guards, Craig and Day-Day run into the thief who stole their Christmas presents.
