We havin' a problem? . . . Phillip
I don't know . . . Bob . . . you're camped out in my house, you're ****ing my mother, and talking about stealing my baby brother.
I think I'll start growing my hair to go as Frank for Halloween.
- I need Malcolm. You're too Martin. Know what they did to him, they killed him. . .
- Didn't they kill Malcolm too?
- No, no, no, they say that. But ain't nobody seen the body since the funeral.
- That's how funerals work.
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