Lance Holloway

Miles: [panting] Give me my fucking gun, bruh.

Collin: What in the hell? Fucking no!

Miles: [shouting] Give me my fucking gun!

Collin: Are you fucking crazy? It really had to go down like that Miles? Tonight? What the fuck man! And then what? Then they gonna call the fucking cops and they gonna shoot my black ass and not you!

Miles: What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't do shit back there!

Collin: That...

[gets pushed by Miles]

Miles: You didn't do shit, bruh!

Collin: That is Nak's partner!

Miles: I don't give a fuck who the fuck it is! Nak's partner, is that yo' partner? No! Is that yo' partner? No! You know how many times I'da have yo' back out here? How many fucking times I'da stepped up for yo' ass? Huh? And you didn't do shit to help me!

Collin: Because...

Miles: Look at my face, bruh!

Collin: [shouting] Because it was fucking stupid, Miles!

Miles: Look who the fuck I am! Where the fuck I am, Collin? That's how the fuck I survive out here! You wanna act brand-new? Then fine, go ahead, be a hipster. Get a tech job or some shit, and go act like you don't know where the fuck you from!

Collin: I ain't got to prove to nobody where the fuck I'm from!

Miles: [shouts] Oh, good for you!

Collin: Nigga, you got something to prove to everybody!

Miles: Yeah? That's 'cause I'm livin' somewhere where now everybody got me fucked up! You ain't gotta do shit! You ain't gotta... you ain't gotta worry about you changing up your clothes or your lifestyle. You ain't gotta worry about none of that shit! You're a big black dude with fucking braids in Oakland! *Nobody* is misreading you, Collin.

Collin: Yeah... Yeah, I know.

Miles: Yeah?

Collin: Yeah...

Miles: [shouts] Yeah?

Collin: Yeah, my nigga...

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Hey, Cuttie! What that boat do?

Miles: Hey!

Collin: No way...

Miles: Shit man, I got that joog for sailing, fishing, floating or fucking, get you a flight to Boston at a private function, perfect for getting into some. Let me put you in that water world, bruh.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Bruh, is it hot or cold, though?

Miles: Warm to the touch, no burn.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: What's the intel on the Vin Diesel?

Miles: No fingerprints, bruh.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Dusty trail?

Miles: Very. It's Gucci.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Cuz cuz, I can't be around the way way with something outta pocket, ya underdig? Get blurped and I gotta peel out for the Daytona five double-O 'cause I got a few hammers tucked. Niggas got laundry, no bleach.

Miles: On mamas, this was in the cut.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Three bill joog though? What's the part two?

Miles: No sequel bruh. Pockets is touching so we trying to get it off and do a moving.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Uh cuz, I might have to let that marinate one time.

Miles: Bruh, if you really about that life this is the come-up right here, plus three bills ain't nothing but a small thing to a giant like yourself. I say let's make moves, you throw me that three hundo right there, I'ma clip the woo wop to the rear-view and less is more, ya dig?

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Clip the wop to the rear-view?

Miles: By far.

Curtis 'Cuttie' Cutworth: Fast!

Miles: Fast!

Collin: What'd he say?

Miles: Oh, I have no idea but he gave me $300 for this boat. Sold! Sold motherfucka, sold!