Lidia:
You didn't even go on into Lipnicki's property. I'm the one who got everything. And quit nigger-lippin' my smoke. Give it here.
Elvadine:
Excuuuuse me? What the hell you just say?
Lidia:
Give me my smoke. What?
Elvadine:
You know what. Girl, you'd better get outta my face.
Lidia:
You call your friends that.
Elvadine:
How I calls my kin ain't none of your business.
Amber:
Ooh-ooh, it's a fight! What'd I miss?
Lidia:
I'm sorry.
Amber:
What's she sorry fo'?
Elvadine:
I think you have somethin' that belongs to me - my mood ring.
Lidia:
Where's my pooka shell necklace?
Elvadine:
I'll see who gets it!
Lidia:
Look, I said I was sorry.
Elvadine:
My mama said I don't hafta hang out with nobody who degrades me that-a-way, even if they is my best girl.
Elvadine:
But I'm gonna let it go this time. But you're on probation, and don't think I'm gonna forget about it neither. Now put your eyes back in your head and let's go.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:39