House Party (1990)
Christopher Reid: Christopher 'Kid' Harris
Pop : [When Kid is about to go to bed] I wouldn't do that just yet.
Pop : 'Cause your ass is mine.
Kid : [music starts] Look, Pop, I can explain...
Pop : I'll whip that damn high top fade up off ya. I'm sick of your shit. I done worked too hard and too
Pop : LONG for you to be running over me like you're outta your damn mind. I done walked all across this damn city, got stopped by the
Pop : GOD-damn law, looking for your monkey ass.
Pop : All y'all kids over there dancing,
Pop : doing the grind, and the
Pop : PEEPIN' and hiding, but I know your ass. You was there, wasn't ya? Wasn't ya? Wasn't ya? WASN'T YA?
Pop : I'm running the show around here. I'm wearing the pants and the apron, and I'm wearing yo' ass OUT!
Pop : Whip ya 'till I get sleepy, 'cause I'm wide awoke, 'cause I
Pop : JUST woke up. You think 'cause you're, you're big and yellow, I'm supposed to be like Mello. Hell
Pop : NAW! I'll start a fight in an empty
Pop : ROOM!
Pop : You can call Child Abusers if you
Pop : WANT to, but they better not come in here 'cause I'll kick their ass too.
Pop : I'm gonna give you a whipping from now ON! I'll kick the cowboy shit out of you.
[horse neigh, gallop, smack]
Kid : Hey, Pop! Pop!
Pop : Get your ass to bed. And don't wake up 'till I TELL you to!
Kid : I wish I could come out and play with you tonight, but I'm a little busy... with your girl on my lap.
Kid : [when the prisoners were drawing straws to see who gets Kid] Is there any way to stop this?
Fats : Richard Pryor said that when he was in prison, he kept folks laughing to keep their mind off his booty. Do you know any jokes?
Kid : I don't know any jokes.
Fats : Well, you better think of something.
Kid : What if I can't think of anything?
Fats : Light's out, party's over, cake's on the griddle, and you're already greased.
Kid : Wave your hands in the air, everybody!
Play : That's going to mess with your dating time. That's mating time. And how is it going to look, watching TV with Uncle Fester?
Kid : It's Uncle Otis.
Play : Whatever! But Sidney, she has a home. A house, with a rec room. You know what time it is! Go downstairs in that basement, sofa bed, pow! You're in there!
Cop #2 : Wow, would You look at this Kid's Hair... Hey, Eraser-Head, where You going?
Kid : Why You wanna know?
Cop #1 : HEY, We'll ask the Questions, You answer!
Kid : Sir!
Cop #1 : He looks Young, You wanna check Him for I.D.?
Cop #2 : We're out of Donuts.
Cop #1 : Oh? Well then, let's go.
Cop #2 : Hey, You watch Yourself, cause "We" are!
Kid : [after the Cops Drive off] Thank You Cagney, and Lacey.