Ray : Yo, Fuckshit, just take everybody home. Fuckshit : No, we're going to this fucking party, just fucking chill. Ray : Fuck that shit, let's just call it. Everybody in here is bummed. Fuckshit : I'm not about to let you fuck up my fun. You don't have any type of fun no more. Ray : Nobody in this fucking car is having fun, if you haven't noticed. Fuckshit : Only fun you have is sucking them pros dicks. Stop tryna to kill my fun. You used to be fun as hell. [car swerves past Fuckshit]  Fuckshit : Oh, that's some funny shit. Huh! Fourth Grade : Could you, like, pull over? [car crashes into Fuckshit] 

Ray : Are you okay? Stevie : [nods]  Ray : You literally take the hardest hits out of anybody I'd ever seen in my life. You know you don't have to do that, right?

Ray : What about you, Fourth Grade? What you wanna do? Fourth Grade : I don't know... I guess, like, make a movie or something. Fuckshit : This nigga think he Spielberg or some shit. You know you gotta say words to make movies, nigga, I ain't heard you talk but twice. Fourth Grade : [mumbling]  Yeah, I guess it's a stupid idea. Fuckshit : Yes it was.

Ray : A lot of the time we feel that our lives the worst, but I think that if you looked in anybody else's closet, you wouldn't trade your shit for their shit. So let's go.