Terry Crews credited as playing...
Damon
- Damon: Craig and Day-Day.
- Day-Day: Ohh...
- Damon: Just the niggas I need to see.
- Craig Jones: Yo, yo... what's up O.G. Triple O.G... O.G. triple... triple O.G.?
- Day-Day: You got out last night?
- Damon: I haven't seen ya'll in about 12 years, nigga.
- Day-Day: I know, I was little...
- Damon: You're grown up now, though. Give a nigga a hug, dog.
- Day-Day: I'm about to go...
- [Craig grabs Day-Day and runs him into Damon]
- Damon: [Damnon grabs Day-Day] Yeah, man. It's cool, dog. It's cool. Come here. Yeah, right there.
- Damon: [Damon looks at Craig] Group hug, nigga!
- Day-Day: Come on, Craig!
- [Craig walks to Damon]
- Craig Jones: What's up, dog.
- Damon: What's up, nigga.
- Damon: It's good to be home. 'Cause in prison dog, hey... ain't nothing but the fellas, nigga.
- Day-Day: I heard.
- Money Mike: [Damon splashes water on Money Mike] Did you pee on me?
- Damon: Wake yo' bitch-ass up, lucky charms. I like my fish wet and squirmy.
- Money Mike: I thought I was dreaming. You almost drowned me, nigga.
- Damon: Oh, you're dreaming. This is a wet dream.
- Damon: [while Money Mike has plyers on his testicles] ya know maybe we can get to know each other
- Money Mike: Shut up! The hell you talkin bout! I am a boy! You are not in prison anymore Damon! Thats not how we do it!
- [Squeezes plyers]
- Damon: Who's that?
- Craig Jones: That's, uh... that's Donna.
- Damon: Who da nigga she with?
- Craig Jones: Oh, that's just Money Mike, little Lucky Charms, micro-mini pimp.
- Damon: Yeah, that nigga look magically delicious.
- Money Mike: [while holding Damon's balls with a vice grips] Are you a music lover, Damon?
- Damon: Y... yes
- Money Mike: Well, have you ever heard of the nutcracker?
- [squeezes Damon's balls with the vice grips]
- Damon: Momma where you goin?
- Mrs. Pearly: Im goin to make my daily rounds
- Damon: Can you make me a sandwhich when you get back?
- Mrs. Pearly: Make your own damn sandwich!
- Craig Jones: You ain't evictin' nobody, 'less you got a motherfuckin' army wit you.
- Mrs. Pearly: I don't need no army, Mr. Smart-ass. My son Damon home right now.
- Craig Jones, Day-Day: DAMON?
- Craig Jones: [in narrative] I had a nightmare 'bout that fool last night.
- Damon: [flashes to dream; Damon walks into Craig and Day-Day's prison cell] Day-Day. Craig. Which one of you bitches is gonna wash my drawers tonight?
- Craig Jones, Day-Day: [pointing to each other] That would be him.
- [Damon tosses his laundry on both of them]
- Day-Day: I wash on Sundays... anyway.
- Craig Jones: Starch or press?
- Damon: Starch, nigga!
- Craig Jones: What you need to do is grab one of these fine females and get your boogie on.
- Damon: I don't wanna dance with none of these hos.