J-Roc's Mom : Jamie, how many 29 year old record company presidents operate out of their mom's trailers? Know what I'm sayin'? J-Roc : Believe it or not ma, some people think I'm gonna make it in this rap game!, know what I'm sayin'

J-Roc : Can't we talk? You're acting awful hard Randy. Randy : Well sometimes life is hard, J-Roc. J-Roc : Randy, sometimes, you're fat. You don't hear me talk about that, do you? [Pointing to baby-mamas]  J-Roc : Look down dawg, nawmsayin'? Ya understand? Seems to me, like you should be able to understand and be sympathetic to what it's like to be pregnant, dawg. Randy : What are you talking about, J-Roc? J-Roc : Oh what, you a'int pregnant with a bucket of chicken? [Addressing unborn child]  J-Roc : Hey, lemme tell you somethin' little mafucker. When you grow up, don't grow up to be like that mafucker right there! [Pointing to Randy]  J-Roc : Randy, you a'int even had your ultrasound yet, have you dawg? I could do you right now. [Uses bling like a stethoscope]  J-Roc : I hear chicken. I hear cola fizz, and mustard and relish coagulating together with french fries and onion rings, but you know what? I don't hear a heart, motherfucker. C'mon ladies, let's pack this shit up. That's whack, Randy. Go on with your wallet. AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, HAIRY BITCH!

J-Roc : Yo, DVS, I am so down with your shit, tell me what's goin on my brother? Detroit Velvet Smooth : Brother... you callin' me your brother? Seems to me like one of us ain't black.

Bubbles : Please J-ROC. I'll give you two grams of blonde Lebanese hash. J-Roc : That's not even blonde mothafucka. Bubbles : Well it's dirty blonde.

[His speech to become trailer park supervisor, after the boys slip some magic mushrooms into his hot dog]  Sam Losco : Now, my number one priority is to clean up the criminal activity in this park, and those responsible for it. And you know who I'm talking about. Ricky : Why don't you go fuck yourself, you fucking dick? You're not even from this park. Sam Losco : I'm just getting started, boy. You just wait. Ricky : Yeah we'll see about that, you dick. Sam Losco : Now I plan on working hand in hand with the poli- with the people of this park, and the police... departure, we're... Sam Losco : [He suddenly stops and stares into space]  This is fucked up... uhh... I'll look at Ricky's ass, after you... no. You get that lawnmower... Ricky : You're on fucking drugs! Bubbles : Sam's on drugs everybody! J-Roc : [making a turntable motion in the air]  Nobody can understand what you're brrrrrrzzzzzss-sayin'!

J-Roc : In this park it's one muthafucka for one and all muthafucka for all muthafucka's

[repeated line]  J-Roc : Ya know what I'm sayin'?

J-Roc's Mom : Jamie, how many 29 year old record company presidents operate out of their mom's trailers? Know what I'm sayin'? J-Roc : Believe it or not ma, some people think I'm gonna make it in this rap game!, know what I'm sayin'

J-Roc : Can't we talk? You're acting awful hard Randy. Randy : Well sometimes life is hard, J-Roc. J-Roc : Randy, sometimes, you're fat. You don't hear me talk about that, do you? [Pointing to baby-mamas]  J-Roc : Look down dawg, nawmsayin'? Ya understand? Seems to me, like you should be able to understand and be sympathetic to what it's like to be pregnant, dawg. Randy : What are you talking about, J-Roc? J-Roc : Oh what, you a'int pregnant with a bucket of chicken? [Addressing unborn child]  J-Roc : Hey, lemme tell you somethin' little mafucker. When you grow up, don't grow up to be like that mafucker right there! [Pointing to Randy]  J-Roc : Randy, you a'int even had your ultrasound yet, have you dawg? I could do you right now. [Uses bling like a stethoscope]  J-Roc : I hear chicken. I hear cola fizz, and mustard and relish coagulating together with french fries and onion rings, but you know what? I don't hear a heart, motherfucker. C'mon ladies, let's pack this shit up. That's whack, Randy. Go on with your wallet. AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, HAIRY BITCH!

J-Roc : Yo, DVS, I am so down with your shit, tell me what's goin on my brother? Detroit Velvet Smooth : Brother... you callin' me your brother? Seems to me like one of us ain't black.

Bubbles : Please J-ROC. I'll give you two grams of blonde Lebanese hash. J-Roc : That's not even blonde mothafucka. Bubbles : Well it's dirty blonde.

[His speech to become trailer park supervisor, after the boys slip some magic mushrooms into his hot dog]  Sam Losco : Now, my number one priority is to clean up the criminal activity in this park, and those responsible for it. And you know who I'm talking about. Ricky : Why don't you go fuck yourself, you fucking dick? You're not even from this park. Sam Losco : I'm just getting started, boy. You just wait. Ricky : Yeah we'll see about that, you dick. Sam Losco : Now I plan on working hand in hand with the poli- with the people of this park, and the police... departure, we're... Sam Losco : [He suddenly stops and stares into space]  This is fucked up... uhh... I'll look at Ricky's ass, after you... no. You get that lawnmower... Ricky : You're on fucking drugs! Bubbles : Sam's on drugs everybody! J-Roc : [making a turntable motion in the air]  Nobody can understand what you're brrrrrrzzzzzss-sayin'!

J-Roc : In this park it's one muthafucka for one and all muthafucka for all muthafucka's

[repeated line]  J-Roc : Ya know what I'm sayin'?