It's gotta be in excellent working condition, all right? Insurance company won't give you...

Insurance Man: It's gotta be in excellent working condition, all right? Insurance company won't give you no money for a car that doesn't run. Ca-can you hang with this? Chauncy: Yeah, I'll hook you up. Be here tomorrow night at about, uh, about ten-thirty. Insurance Man: I'm-I'm sorry. Did you? Are you sure you mean tomorrow night? Chauncy: D-d-do I stutter, motherfucker? Insurance Man: No, no problem. Tomorrow night. That's fine. Chauncy: Did I stutter, motherfucker? Insurance Man: No, you're right. Chauncy: What? You scared to come through this neighborhood at night, motherfucker? Huh? Insurance Man: [timidly] No problem. Chauncy: You ain't too scared to have a black man steal for your funky ass, are you? Insurance Man: You're right. Chauncy: Man, get the fuck out of here? Don't bring your narrow ass up in here no more! Go on back to Westwood where you belong! [the Insurance Man runs away] Chauncy: Hope you find your way down Compton Avenue, motherfucker!

Hurry up. I'm hungrier than a motherfucker here. - Go ahead, Nick. - It's gotta be... in excellent running condition too. Insurance company ain't gonna give money for a car that doesn't run. - Can you hang with this? - Yeah, I'll hook you up. All right. Be here tomorrow night... about 10:30. I'm sorry. Did...? Are you sure you mean tomorrow night? Do I stutter, motherfucker? No. Tomorrow night. That's fine. - Did I stutter? - No, you're right. What, you scared to come through this neighborhood at night? No. No problem. You ain't too scared to have a black man steal for your funky ass. - You're right. - Get out of here. Okay. Thanks. Thanks. Thanks. Don't bring your ass over here no more. Go on back up to Westwood where you belong. Hope you find your way down Compton Avenue, motherfucker. Man, get your motherfucking heads down. Got me out here with bullshit, nigga. Be at the motherfucking crib getting blunted and shit. Got me out wasting... One more, one more, one more. I'm sure the shit down here somewhere. - Bingo. - That motherfucker right there? - That's it. - Okay, cool. Oh, shit. Look at the motherfucking wheels. Yeah, that's it right there. Damn. Rims is tight like a motherfucker. Give me the Slim Jim. Hurry up, motherfucker. Get the fuck out. Don't be tripping. You all niggas hurry up. Caine, get me the motherfucking radio. - Hey, are you watching out? - Nigga, hurry the fuck up. I know what I'm doing. You watch out. - Nigga, you... - Come on, man. - Got it. Yeah. - You got it? Damn, man. Come on, get in.