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Yes, it's from me and your Uncle clem. Ain't that pretty?
¶ get off my block or you give me a dollar ¶
¶ who do you think you are mr big stuff ¶
¶ so I try to be hip ¶
We're all hurtin'.
Only one way to find out.
Woody, go get the car. I'm ready to go home.
- Psych your mind. Make you Booty shine. - Eggies. Thumbs up.
Gimme some. Give it here. Take some. Take that.
[ Jessica ] Prostitute? I'm not a prostitute!
So you were ready to come on home, Troy. You had enough of the South.
Get outta my face. Get outta my face right now!
With cousin viola in Virginia after school's out?
Come on, Joseph.
- I'm gonna call the police. - Good. Why don't you let the cops in see how you live?
I am going to make you a great big birthday cake.
[ Squealing ]
What do you mean they talk funny down there?
- After we clean up. - Clean up!
Why you always callin' people names? 'Cause I feel like it!
Where you goin', Troy?
My response to money you need for tamales...
¶ Wall street losin' dough on every share ¶
I miss you.
Your father loves you, Troy.
Hey there, little bit.
Get off!
This carpet's too nice.
Quiet. It's the good part. Let's watch the Knicks.
¶ Hey, Joe ¶
¶ Tell me why ¶
Hey! Miss coomish mimmish! Hi, daddy!
Eat those eggs! The food was prepared by your pops...
Desserts, anybody? I got ice cream...
I can cook and clean. I don't even care if nobody else helps me.
Well, now, that's what I'm sayin'. I give y'all some candles.
Come on. Give me a big hug. I missed you.
- Y'all never give me nothin'. - Shut up, you evil, flat-chested wench.
I don't know where she's run off to.
[ Maxine ] Wait.
Viola? Girl, I am speakin' to you.
George we'll just chop Marley up and roll George we'll just forget Marley and do something
So? So you mother's a ho.
I think my rent has put just as much food on your baby's table as you do.
¶ from Dwayne and Dwayne had a clock ¶
[ Sobbing ] Oh, God! Queenie!
¶ If you don't give a heck about the man... ¶
I gotta go home. Thanks for the ice cream.
Come on, boogie. Don't be like that.
How would it look if you left now?
You look cute, mrs Carmichael. Thank you, Greg.
You know what, doctor? You finish your food, I'm gonna save you a piece, okay?
Mm-hmm. Really?
mutley, everybody! I'm sick of this shit! I don't wanna get up, mommy.
You sorry excuse for a man; You better be glad we moved in.
¶ I'll never go back to Georgia ¶
¶ hallelujah, amen ¶
You know, you seem to forget...
¶ this is a seventies thing from the days when kids didn't act so crazy ¶
¶ Anytime she goes away ¶ daddy! Mommy!
[ Indistinct Spanish ]
¶ Bucket, bucket ¶ ¶ bucket, bucket, daddy-o ¶
Troy, you didn't say hi?
¶ I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady ¶
¶ from a cipher, see I'm fillin' the busta Piper ¶
Hey! Hey! You stinkin' faggot! Shut up.
¶ rock steady, baby ¶
Why you house stink, man?
- Thank you. - Oh, isn't this nice?
¶ where you goin' with that gun in your hand ¶
¶
even though I hated your guts.
Now hold up now, Vic.
Now!
tiley tiley my white pale floor hoornch castle mr.honkey honk honk traffic cone on your head lay me down yes honk shonk! yes tilaway tilaway sea burn green frame.exe yes on biplane mounks gray taiwanese cloth sea cloth cucumber yes dranks it all away
- Why are you calling people's mothers names? - Mommy, I didn't.
but I'm gonna let you make your own decision.
Was that some new stuff tonight, brother? Yeah, man.
They're spirited, but I don't know why our kids are ostracized by your family.
Here, boogie. Here. Have a brand-new piece, okay?
¶ went to sleep with you ¶ oreos.
[ Sobbing ] Queenie!
Maybe you could come stay with me sometime.
Braids and beads and shells and things.
I'm Sorry About Queenie. - [Sobbing]
- [ Angry shouting ] - [ Tony ] Call the police.
Oh, goodness.
- Be quiet. - I heard that.
Then it's good she died.
Jameel L. Taylor, It Wouldn't Be Lookin' All Like A Sheep's Behind.
¶ pizza, pizza, daddy-o ¶
Bye, Troy! [ Woody ] I love you, baby.
What'd she say? I hope she don't mind about me takin' out those braids and things.
Bye, dad. [ Door closes ]
Okay.
Hmm?
A couple of days? Ain't that a bitch.
mother! Mother, stop it!
Come here. Get your hands off me, you coconut west Indian monkey.
You think so, huh? I do.
- I'm black and I'm proud. - She got good hair.
can we please leave Brooklyn? Yes, we can.
Nothin', mama. You better stop jumpin'...
Ain't nobody gonna laugh at you that ain't on welfare theyself. Scat!
¶ people make the world go 'round ¶
[ Jessica muttering in Spanish ]
¶ Pass the peas, please pass the peas like you used to say ¶
I'm gonna go faster.
¶ roll on down the road ¶
She thinks she's so cute.
¶ let me go ¶
[ song ] Ooh! Praise the lord.
Get it, girl. Get it, girl.
[ All shouting, chattering ]
- Be quiet. Move, move. - I'm not really hungry.
- I don't blame you one bit. - Mm-hmm. It's too slow.
Home run. One-ten, even.
¶ [ continues ]
Where's our money at? I ain't got no money. I only got food stamps.
I'll be goddamned if I should have to do anything when I come home from work...
¶ January, February march, April ¶
It's mommy, isn't it?
[ Horn toots ]
I can't do chocolate. The last time I did, viola broke out in hives.