Mr. Jones: I look better than you.
Uncle Elroy: You don't.
Mr. Jones: I cook better than you.
Uncle Elroy: You can't.
Mr. Jones: My dick is bigger than yours.
Uncle Elroy: It was cold that night.
Craig Jones: Ho-ho, Motherfucker.
Money Mike: Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it.
Craig Jones: That's right. Got my ass back in the projects. The only place where you get robbed by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
Damon: Got my shank in case shit jump off in this motherfucker.
Cookie: Oh, I heard about him. They call him the Santa Claus Crook or the Santa Claus Crip or something like that. He robbed a lady out in the parking lot last night, called her a "ho ho ho" and kept on running.
Day-Day: Who the fuck are you?
Day-Day: All want Santa Claus is two fat bitches and a bag of weed and two bag of chips to give to the fat bitches.
Day-Day: All I want is two fat bitches that smell like cheeeseburgers so Chico can lick on'em, and a two year supply of rolling paper.
Day-Day: It ain't ya booty, it's ya beauty.
Money Mike: Do y'all got a bathroom up in here? I gotta piss like a Russian racehorse at the Kentucky Derby with a glue truck behind it.
Answer: He's insulting Mrs. Pearly by insinuating she has a mustache and that she needs to trim it to look neat.
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