B. Rabbit: Hey Sol, do you ever wonder at what point you just got to say fuck it man like when you gotta stop living up here and start living down here?
Sol: It's 7.30 in the morning dawg.
B. Rabbit: This shit's gotta happen, and it's gotta happen now.
B. Rabbit: Mom, you gotta stop living your life like this.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Hey, Lily, hey baby what are you still doing up?
[picking her up]
Lily Smith: You woke me up, you know?
Jimmy Smith Jr: Oh, I'm sorry baby. Let's go back to bed.
Lily Smith: Can you sing for me?
Jimmy Smith Jr: Yeah, of course I will.
[singing, he carries her in her room]
Jimmy Smith Jr: I know this girl, name is Lily. Who need pass her bed t-i-m-e. She goes to sleep, she can just dream, and not has to be in a stinky trailer wit me. And when I feel blue, don't know what to do, I look at you and I just say.
B. Rabbit: [rapping] ... You never gonna judge me, though / 'Cause you don't know what the fuck I've been through / But I know something about you / You went to Cranbrook - that's a private school / What's the matter, dog? / You're embarrassed? / This guy's a gangster? / His real name is Clarence / And Clarence lives at home wit both parents / And Clarence parents have a real good marriage...
B. Rabbit: [rapping without music] Fuck off, Papa Doc, fuck the clock, fuck the trailer, fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me. I'm a piece of fucking white trash and I say it proudly. And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
Alex: [Alex and Jimmy are sitting near the burning house] It's almost beautiful.
Jimmy Smith Jr: When I was younger, I always wanted to live in a house like this, when it was used to be.
Stephanie: If you want to live here, you have to get along wit Greg.
Jimmy Smith Jr: He started.
Stephanie: You can't fuck this up for me baby, you just can't.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Whatever.
Jimmy Smith Jr: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking to know what's best for me, dog. You're ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.
Future: Look, Jimmy.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Look, Jimmy, nothing. Fuck you. I told you not to fucking sign me up.
Future: What the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?
Future: [to Jimmy] You know what, do what the fuck you wanna do, 'cause I don't give a shit any more.
DJ Iz: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggers with the kind of benefits they need.
Sol: Dawg. We sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits, we're talking Bentley's and Benjamins not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
Future: Look to tell you all niggers the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.
DJ Iz: No what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.
Future: Savings Bonds?
Sol: [to DJ] Let me ask you a question Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides not no godamn savings bonds.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Man that's all we ever do is talk shit.
[imitating Sol]
Jimmy Smith Jr: We need to get fine btiches and fat rides,
[imitating DJ]
Jimmy Smith Jr: No, what weed to do is put our money in savings bonds,
[imitating future]
Jimmy Smith Jr: No! what we need to do is put our songs on JLB. Man shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nuttin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.
Jimmy Smith Jr: [to his ex-girlfriend] Fuck you, Janeane, go home!
Alex: You are really good out there.
B. Rabbit: Where? In line at the lunch truck?
B. Rabbit: At least I have a fuckin' job.
Future: I had a lotta names, baby - The most jealous names. I used to be called Maximum, Brimstone, Godfather D - None of 'em worked, you-know-what-Ima-sayin'? 'Til one day someone said I was the future of hip-hop in Detroit. And that was it.
Stephanie: I gave 'im that nickname. When he was little he had these buck teeth and big ears and he was so cute, wike a wittle rabbit.
Alex: So, I hear you're a real dope rapper.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Who told you I was a "dope rapper?"
Jimmy Smith Jr: Hey don't be talkin' about my mom or my fuckin' car. I hear everything.
Sol: So he a ninja now?
B. Rabbit: This man ain't no mother-fuckin' MC / I know everything he's got to say against me / I am white, I am a fucking bum / I do live in a trailer with my mom / My boy future is an Uncle Tom / I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob / Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun / I did get jumped by all six of you chumps / And Wink did fuck my girl / I'm still standing here screaming "Fuck the Free World."
B. Rabbit: In fact dog, here's a pencil, go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful; and don't come back 'til somethin' dope hits you. Fuck it, you can take the mic home wit you.
B. Rabbit: My motto: fuck Lotto, I'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow.
Stephanie: Greg and I are having sex problems.
B. Rabbit: Please, you're not gonna talk to me about that.
Stephanie: Greg won't go down on me.
B. Rabbit: Fuck, mom.
Stephanie: What are you doing with your life, THAT'S SO GREAT?
Alex: [to Jimmy] So how come they call you rabbit?
Future: Cause he's fast and likes to fuck a lot.
B. Rabbit: Jimmy, they're calling your name.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Fuck a beat, I'll go A Capella. Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me. I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. And fuck this battle, I don't want to win, I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
Alex: Why did you take off?
B. Rabbit: I don't live here.
Alex: So? Why did you take off?
[Free World is a rap group]
Cheddar Bob: Fuck the Free World.
B. Rabbit: Shut up, Cheddar.
Cheddar Bob: What? Future said it...
B. Rabbit: That 'Leave it to Beaver' line almost killed me.
[freestyling]
B. Rabbit: This guy ain't a gangster, his real name is Clarence.
B. Rabbit: You ain't the future o' shit, bitch. You're just David fuckin' Porter.
[Freestyling]
B. Rabbit: This guy don't wanna win no battle he's shook 'cause ain't no such thing as HALFWAY CROOKS.
B. Rabbit: Ward, I think you were a little hard on the beaver. So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Mrs. Cleaver.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Yo man, lets get the fuck outta here, I need some privacy man.
Cheddar Bob: Can I come?
Manny: [after Jimmy and Janeane's fight] What was all that about, Smith?
Jimmy Smith Jr: It wasn't my fault, I... It won't happen again.
Manny: Good. Don't be bringing that shit up here. Now get back to work.
Jimmy Smith Jr: [rapping] This guy raps like his parents jerked him. He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version.
Jimmy Smith Jr: If something needs to happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.
Source : IMDB.com