All language subtitles for ni jjj 90

It's fucking bullshit!

Oh, my God. Shut the fuck up!

You shut the fuck up!

- Fuck you!
- You are out of line!

Get the fuck out of my way.

Don't worry about
my fucking grades, you bitch!

What are you doing all day?

I'm your fucking mother!
Get back here!

Don't fucking touch me!

Get out of my way!

You're blocking the fucking door!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Call her by yourself.

Know what?
You suck, you little fucker!

For real, where are the car keys?

What the fuck?
If you don't get the fuck out of my way--

Don't worry about my fucking shoes!

Stay out of my fucking room, Stevie.

'Sup, fool?

I haven't called that guy, Todd, back yet.

He's fine.

I'm attracted to him.

Oh.

He seems a bit playerish to me though.

I always have to remember to hit "pause"
when I start feeling something.

- Orange juice.
- Please.

Jesus. At my 18th birthday party,
I was breastfeeding you.

Can you imagine having a baby right now?

Ian.

I, uh...

I got you something.

I know you don't have this one.

I love me a mature woman, though.

You know--
Hey, you sexy ladies wanna see a trick?

- Mm-hmm.
- Right here.

Get the fuck out of
the front of my store. Where's Ken?

- Fuck you, man.
- Not here!

I'm not fucking scared of you guys.

I fought in fucking Desert Storm,
you fucking pussies.

Go back inside, dumb ass.

- Don't even bother.
- Fuck you!

Right now, you know,
we're just maxing in the studio.

We're hailing from East Oakland
in California,

and, you know, sometimes
it gets a little hectic out there.

But, right know, yo,
we're going up in an hour. Check this.

What is wrong with your brain?

That's probably the worst
"would you rather" I've ever heard.

What about, would you rather...

suck you dad's dick...

or eat your mom out?

- What the fuck?
- What?

Oh, my gosh.

- What kind of conversation is this, bro?
- Yeah, yo.

- Fuckshit.
- What's up?

Would you rather suck your dad dick

or eat your mom out?

You would suck your dad's dick, right?

- Shut the fuck up.
- That's not a weird answer.

Shut up, Fourth Grade.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Life or death. Come on.

Hey, whatever I'm doing,
I'm druggin' one of them motherfuckers.

I'm not gonna say who,
but I'm gonna drug the motherfuckers

till they sleep.

- You're gonna rape your parents?
- Shit.

- Huh?
- That's, like, that's rape.

I'd rather rape one of my parents
than to consciously--

Yo, what the fuck?

I'm not tripping.
Life or death.

Life or death.
Fuck it, I just raped my parents.

Or one of 'em.

Hey, for real,
I'm never coming back here again.

- Wow.
- Y'all niggas scaring off customers.

This is not a accurate representation
of what we usually talk about.

Y'all are bad for business, my nigga.

Is there any way that you could just,
like, forget I even asked.

- I feel really weird now.
- Oh, hell no.

Yo, these niggas are in Paris

eating nice dinners,
staying at nice hotels.

I've been to France before.
Them niggas are assholes.

Yeah, but you were with your parents.
Like, imagine if that was us.

How much cash you got?

I don't have any.

I'll trade you for your Discman.

Well, it's just that
I use my Discman all the time.

Mom gave it to my for my birthday
and Christmas.

Wait, wait! I'll give you anything in
this room, just not the Discman, please.

You don't even
fucking know about music anyway.

It's Saturday. Blockbuster night.

What do you wanna watch?

Sorry. I wanna skate.

- Look at this. It's beautiful.
- I like this one.

One dog goes one way
and the other dog goes the other way.

One is going east,
and the other is going west. So what?

And this guy's saying,
"What do you want from me?"

Fuck!

I'm skating like shit today, man.

Looks cool to me.

I'm Ruben.

I'm Stevie.

Let me get some water.

Damn, you already drank all of it?

Fill that up, man.

Yo, Stevie, go fill this up, yo.

Yeah!

Thanks, little man.

Whoo! Refreshing.

Shit, this is relaxing.

You smoke?

Yeah. These one's are just...
different brand.

Thank you.

What are you, gay?

- What?
- Why the fuck you thanking me?

Don't fucking thank people, man.
It's faggot as fuck, yo.

- Oh, sorry. I didn't know that.
- It's fine. Now you know.

Just don't thank people.
They're gonna think you're gay.

Oh, I won't do it again.

Yeah, you gotta fucking
pay attention to me, man.

I'm a fucking badass.
You're a little-ass kid.

You should fucking look up to me.

I smoke.

I skate.

- I fuck bitches.
- Dang.

I'm pretty much the shit.
I'm living the life.

All you have
is this fucking dinosaur board.

That shit is '80s as fuck.

It's got, like, a neon dinosaur
and it's screaming "Cowabunga."

You look retarded.

You gotta get a new fucking board, man.

How much are they?

I don't know.
Probably, like, $120 for a complete.

I'll sell you my used setup for $40.

It's a good-ass deal for you.

Wait. Don't you need your board?

I'm saving up to buy a new Motor board.

Well, thanks for selling.

See? I was about to say "thank you,"
but now I know how gay that is.

Don't fucking say that shit either.
Just say nothing. Fuck.

Sorry.

God, you're such a fucking little kid.

Fuck, man.

What time is it?

I don't know. Probably, like, 8:00.

Oh, man. I gotta go, man.

You don't have to be home at certain time?

No, I always go home
after my mom's asleep.

See you tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- With 40 bucks?

- Maybe.
- It's a fucking good deal.

I gotta go, but I will.

All right, you better have $40 tomorrow.

Fucking idiot.

I'm so sorry I'm late.
It won't ever happen again.

It's only 7:30.

Oh.

Okay.

Don't be a pussy.

It doesn't feel right.

You came to me.

You needed 40 bucks.

That's a lot of fucking money.

Grab $40 for you and $40 for me.

All right,
you're acting like a little fucking bitch!

Fine, fine, fine!

I'll do it.

Sick!

I'm gonna set this shit up.

All right, I got one.

I don't understand this shit.

Why do they say Mexicans are lazy?

Why the fuck you looking at me?
Do people say that shit?

I heard this shit.
It don't make sense to me.

Every time I see a Mexican, them niggas
is fucking building buildings and shit.

That's fucked up, yo.

I said people say it, not I say it.

The whole point of this game
is so you don't get offended.

I do have a question for Fourth Grade.

Why are white people
just in love with they pets?

Like, why do they care so--
I don't get it.

For real!

For real, though. So, I'm at this
white girl house, right, and we chilling.

I can hear her mom downstairs, like,

"Oh, my God.
Eric didn't eat his kibble today."

Like, "I don't know." Like, "I think
we need to take him to the doctor."

So, I asked, "Why is your mom feeding
your little brother kibble?

Like, of course
he's probably gonna get sick."

She go turn around and tell me,

"Eric is the dog, silly."

Dogs don't have feelings, you dumb bitch.

I don't even have a dog. I have a gecko.

Did this nigga just say he's got a gecko?

You got a gecko?

Yeah.

I don't know one nigga in the world
with a fucking gecko.

All right, I have one.

- Can black people--
- Oh, be careful.

Okay, well,

- is it cool to be black?
- What the fuck?

Nigga that's where I get
all my looks from, nigga.

Silky-ass, sexy hair.

Yeah, black don't crack.

That's why I'm 17 and look 12 nigga.

What you?
Seventeen and look like fucking Mr. Burns.

I guess sometimes,
like, say we go skate in Beverly Hills.

Everybody's already looking at us, like,

"Hey, you guys are vandalizing property,"

and, like, "Get the fuck outta here."
Blah, blah blah.

But sometimes I feel like it's
a little bit, like, extra heavy on me.

Yeah.

People judge you and stuff,
but fuck it, yo.

Those people are ignorant.

All right.
I got another one.

Can black people get sunburned?

Oh, my God!

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Seriously, I genuinely wanna know.

Like, every time it's hot out,
I'm, like, "Does he need sunscreen?"

Is there, like, black suntan lotion, or--

You a real dumbass.

Just when I thought you had a brain, bro.
You dumb as hell.

What about you, little man?

Did you know that black people
could get sunburned?

What are-- What are black people?

- Fuck, shit, that was dope.
- That's dope. I like that. I like that.

Yeah, but...
Y'all try and go skate?

- Let's go.
- I'm down.

- Ruben, you try and go skate?
- Yeah.

All right, then let's go.
You coming, Sunburn?

"Sunburn."

All right, come on then.

"Sunburn."

What the fuck was that?

I dunno.

Come on. Toss your board over.

Today, motherfucker.

What the fuck?

Fuck, shit.

Sunburn can take a fucking slam.

So, you're Sunburn now?

How come some people
have nicknames and some don't?

I dunno.

Ray doesn't.

He's the coolest.
Think it's better not to have one.

Yeah. Ray is awesome.

And he doesn't have one.
That's, like, way cooler, for sure.

You see that?

Why's his name Fuckshit?

'Cause anytime he sees a dope trick, he
yells out, "Fuck, shit, that was dope."

Fuck, shit, that was dope.

Yeah. Ray is awesome.
He skates just like in the videos.

Yeah. He's fucking insane.

Ever since I've met him,

he's gone from, like,
dope to, like, next-level dope.

Like, pro dope.

Him and Fuckshit
have pretty much the same tricks,

but Ray just has the sickest style ever.

- Yeah.
- Fucking sick!

Why's his nickname Fourth Grade?

'Cause he's as smart
as a fourth grader.

Can I call him that?

I wouldn't call anyone anything yet.

Do you know
where the bathroom is?

Yeah.

Fuck! Shit!

Hey!

- One of these.
- Hey!

Y'all not supposed to be around here.
Get the fuck out.

- Hey, come here!
- Shut up.

Don't throw rocks at me.

Fuck you.

Lil man,
get the fuck off the property, all right?

- Bitch.
- I said, come here.

Sunburn. Sunburn, what're you doing?

Don't get fucked up like the rest
of these little niggas. Come here.

Don't let them
get you fucked up. Come here.

- You're not even a real cop.
- He be a rent-a-cop.

Sunburn!

Stevie!
This nigga's a rent-a-cop.

- Hey, no, come here.
- Sunburn!

Same to you, rent-a-cop.

Fuck you, nigga.
I make more than all you.

- Nigga!
- Man, fuck you.

What the fuck you doing
skating with these white boys?

Niggas don't skate.

Yo, surf's up, motherfucker.

That's who you think you are?

Hey. The little nigga with the Toys-R-Us
badge. Come here.

You can't say nigga, I don't think.

You fucking Sheryl Crow-looking
motherfucker.

I don't know who that is, but bitch,
fuck you.

You look Samoan, motherfucker.

You're a Samoan-ass nigga.

All right, that was funny.
That was pretty funny. That was funny.

Get the fuck outta here.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You know that's a fucking felony, right?
Ese.

You're a rent-a-cop.

You'll be in fuckin' prison
with your uncle.

Well, hop the fence then, bitch.

- You hop the fence.
- Oh, all right.

You hop the fence, motherfucker.

I'll hop the fence right now
and whup your ass.

- Hey, beat that nigga's ass.
- No you don't, lil nigga.

- Stay right there, lil nigga.
- I'm gonna hop the fence.

Where you going?

- Now I'm in your face. Hop the fence.
- Man, fuck you, nigga.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

- You need Jesus.
- No. No, you need Jesus.

You smoking cigarettes on school property.

The Bible is pro-cigarettes, nigga.
Jesus smoked cigarettes.

Oh, yeah? What kinda cigarettes he smoked?

Jesus smoked-- Jesus smoked Kools, nigga.

This is awesome. I've never been in a car
with someone's mom or dad before.

Stevie, keep that shit
to yourself man, fuck.

Sorry.

- Are we allowed to skate here?
- Fuck no, it's super illegal.

It's a fucking courthouse.

If you hear anyone yell out "Five-O,"
just fucking take off.

See those fucking bums?

If one of them offers you
something to smoke, don't smoke it.

It's probably fucking crack.

Whoa! Those are pros.
I saw those guys on Big Brother.

Yeah, they ride for Chocolate.

So fucking sick.

And they, like,
skate here where you guys skate?

Yeah, yo. Everyone skates here.

That's sick.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Sunburn.

You got an extra smoke?

You got a quarter?
You got an extra quarter?

Aw, man, come on.

I'm just playing. Come sit down.

- I got a full pack.
- All right.

- Sure.
- Thanks, man.

You bet.

- Needed this.
- How you doin'? What's good in your life?

Um, I'm here, shit.

I'm tryin' to get up off the streets, man.

Before the streets get me.

Hmm.

But see, I look like this, so--

Ain't nobody wanna fuck with you.

Yeah. You feel me?

My friends or whatever, they kinda just--

Ain't no judging up in here.

Oh, okay.

So, let me ask you as question, man.

What y'all doin' with the skating?

Ah, I just have fun skatin'.

It's, like-- It makes me happy and smile.
So I just skate every day.

- Oh, okay. I can dig it.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's fun as hell,
but I'm tryin' to make a way.

Oh, okay.

You can do that with skating?

Yeah if you-- if you focused.

- Oh, damn.
- There's pros.

I wanna be one of 'em.

That seems crazy to me
that you can get a job skating.

Yeah.

I'm thinking,
"Man, maybe I shoulda started skating."

What was your last job?

Man, I was in a data entry.

You know, everything kinda
takes some kinda artistic mind to do.

Or creative mind to do.

You can't just be a robot.
You know what I'm sayin'?

You gotta be able to come up with ideas.

- Yeah.
- So...

I'm starting to feel more like that,
but I still got the old programming in me.

I guess, from school.
I'm thinkin' about a lotta stuff out here.

Do you understand why
we ride a piece of wood?

Why we push just on a piece of wood, like,
what that does to somebody's spirit.

You know?

Just tryin' to keep
a positive attitude

even though it's hard as hell.

But I'm glad that y'all sat down with me
and talked with me for a minute.

Man, that, that helps actually a lot.

You're a good dude, man.

Right on, man.

Hey, Five-O! Five-O!

Later, guys.

- Later.
- Bye.

Peace.

Bitch! You don't listen
to anything I say. Ask him.

Stevie, can you get out here, honey?

There he is.
Fucking ask him yourself.

Stevie, there's $80 missing from my room.

I know Ian did it.
He's saying you did it with him.

Did you?

No.

Okay.

Yes!

Oh!

Yes!

Oh, my God! I did it! I did it! I did it!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!

Fuck!

Two weeks, nigga? What the fuck?

I know. My parents seen
my report card. They were fucking pissed.

No car for two weeks.
So you might as well cut my dick off.

My parents are fucking retarded.

I'm a junior in high school.

It's not like all of a sudden I'm about
to get into Harvard or some shit.

Like, my parents did that. They get paid.

I get C's, I'm cool with that.
That life's just not mine.

So, what you gonna do then?

Skate, have fun, go to parties.

Shit, just live life.

That sounds nice.

All that "trying hard" shit,

that shits just corny.

I think that shits corny.

I'm tryin' to get out the hood.
I'm tryin' to go see shit.

I don't live in the hood.
I got options, nigga.

Nigga, what options you got?

I'm just not tryin'
to take this shit seriously.

Well, good luck with that.

I'm gonna send you a postcard
when I'm on tour.

What about you, Fourth Grade?
What you wanna do?

I don't know, just, like,
make a movie or something.

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.

Yeah, it is a stupid idea.

Yes, it was.

I don't know. I guess I'll just
work at the DMV with my dad.

Where you going?

I'm about to go skate this gap.

"Try hard. Be corny." Right?

Yeah, all right.

That was sick!

You're up, man.

Whoa!

- All right, you got it, Ruben.
- Yeah.

Oh, come on!
What kinda pussy shit was that?

You got this, man.

Shut the fuck up, faggot.

Wait! Hey!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

You not going fast enough! Yo! Wait! Hey!

- Oh, my fucking God.
- Whoa, holy shit.

Whoa! Shit! This nigga dead.

Is he fucking dead, yo?

- Sunburn.
- Nigga, don't poke him.

Sunburn, you okay?

Sunburn, you good? Stevie.

Damn.

You okay?

Hell yeah.

- Fuck! Shit!
- Oh, fuck.

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit. What the fuck?

Hey, hey, take your shirt off,
you bleeding.

- Here, lift your arms.
- Yeah, help him.

Yeah, take that shit off.

Here, hold it. Hold it right here.

Fuck, you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You crazy as fuck.

- Hell yeah, nigga.
- What the fuck?

Fucking crazy.

Yo, Sunburn is fucking insane.

Fuck, yeah, fool.

For real, nigga.

What the fuck?

Thanks.

He just fell off of a roof.

Sunburn!

Oh, shit. You bleeding through that one.

Take your shirt off.

Fuck no, it's my favorite shirt.

Nigga, take the fucking shirt off.

You crazy, nigga.

Take that one off.
Take that one off.

Here, put this one on.

Here, take that shit off.

Here, hold that.

Fuck.

Sunburn!

We used to talk all the time.

Now, you just hang out with these...

people I don't even know.

I mean, who are these kids
you're hanging out with?

Are they-- Are they older? Are they...

- from nice families?
- They're my friends.

- I mean, who are they?
- They're my friends!

Fuck. Man. Look at this
crazy-ass nigga right here.

- How's your head, psycho?
- It's fine.

No, Sunburn,
it's definitely not fine.

Got some fucked-up shit going on up there.

Yeah, that boy's looking pretty fucked up.

Yeah.

I think you should probably
ride one of these.

Oh, I don't have any money.

No, you don't understand,
like, this is yours.

No one will be missing it.

Are you fucking serious?

Are you fucking serious?

Hey, come back with some Skittles.

Am I, am I allowed to say thank you?

What?

I mean, I want to.

But I don't want you thinking I'm gay.

Okay, weirdo, saying thank you isn't gay.

It's just common manners.

- Oh. I--
- The fuck?

Thank you so much.

No problem.

Come on, now. You can't--

- Ow!
- Oh, Fuck!

- My bad.
- Yo, what the fuck?

What's up, nigga?

Oh, shit.

- What the fuck?
- You good?

- What's up, nigga?
- What the--

What you trying to do, nigga?
You still standing here.

I think he might've shit himself.

You just gonna stand here,
pussy-ass nigga?

Hey, white boy, you gonna let
this blond bitch talk to you like that?

- Oh! Ooh.
- What?

You're not gonna say shit,
but what you gonna do?

Your friends are fags.

I would've fucked that kid up.

I was just solo.

You think you're pretty cool?

With your ghetto-ass friends.

You think you're tough and shit?

So you fucking smoke now?

Huh?

Don't worry about it.

You know Mom used to smoke, right?

She did a lot of stuff like that
before you were around.

She was a lot different
when I was a little kid...

than when you were a little kid.

What do you mean?

She was very different.

Guys like that,
coming in and out all the time.

A lot of sounds.

What kind of sounds?

Fucking sounds.

Fuck Mom.

My mom and dad are fucking faggots.

Shit, can't wait till I can get a car.

And my shit for sure not getting
taken away like I'm a little bitch.

I'm 'bout to fuck all these bitches.

Hey, shut the fuck up!
You ain't fucking nothing.

Honestly, I'll be surprised if any
of y'all niggas get pussy tonight.

Hey, put y'all hands out.

Ruben.

Hey, why you giving that shit
to these little niggas?

Hey, they big boys.
They can do what they want.

Yeah, I guess you right. Let me see one.

Dumbass.

What is this? Is it dangerous?

Ah, my mom took me to a psychiatrist.

The nigga said I had ADD after an hour.
He gave me these.

Is it, like, bad for you?

Dude, if a fucking doctor gave it to you,
can it possibly be bad for you?

'Sup, baby?

Why are you talking to us?

Hey!

Hey, Sunburn! Sunburn, Sunburn, Sunburn!

Here, that's yours.

You want one, Ray?

You ain't getting one.

Why are you always filming stuff
on that camera?

Someday I wanna make movies.

This one idea.

It's about this baby.

Like a-- Like a su-- Like a super baby.

It's called Strong Baby.

Nice.

- That's cool.
- He has a little cape.

That's a sick idea.

Thanks.

Can I hit that?

How long you been friends
with Ray and those guys?

A couple months.

It's cool.

Fuckshit and Ray are my best friends,
for sure.

They're really cool.

Fourth Grade's cool.
Doesn't talk that much.

He just like... films.

That's cool.

Ruben and I used to be homies, but...

he hates me now, I think.

Why?

Um, I don't know.

I think maybe because
Fuckshit and Ray like me more now.

But Fuckshit and Ray are like really cool.

They're really fucking cool,

but I don't think
they think that I'm that cool.

You're so cute.

Angela likes Fuckshit a lot.

A lot of my friends do.

Do you think he would really date Angela,
or just like, hook up with her

and then not talk to her for a month
until he wants to like, hook up again?

I don't know.

He does that to a lot of girls.

So, you're like, nicer than those guys.

You're like, naturally nice,
not like fake nice.

Thanks.

You're nice, too.

You're like at that age
before guys become dicks.

Those guys are fucking retarded.

Have you ever gotten with a girl?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yep.

When?

- Last year.
- Last year?

In-- In Florida.

Oh. Was it-- How was it?

It was all right.

She worked at Disney World.

She just got too comfortable.

Didn't stay in her own lane.

What'd you do?

I don't kiss and tell.

I'm a gentleman.

- That's good to know.
- Mm-hmm.

Not like these fools.

Yeah.

Let's go check out Angela's room.

Ooh.

There you go.

Take my clothes off.

Are you nervous?

It's okay. Don't be nervous.

You okay?

Sorry, I'm just nervous.

It's okay.

Don't be nervous.

Yo! Sunburn!

You gotta tell us what the fuck
happened in there.

Yeah, spill it.

She put two of my fingers in her vagina.

Whoa!

And it's so much lower than I thought.

What else happened?

She was, like, touching my dick.

Whoa! Little man growing up.

She touch your baby wiener?

It was crazy.

- I want that to happen more.
- Oh, shit. Wouldn't we all?

Was he nervous?

- Hell yeah, he was nervous.
- He was shaking?

- He was shaking.
- Give us all the details.

Okay, okay.

He's gonna worship you
for the rest of his fucking life.

He'll never forget you, actually.

Estee, you a freak.

No, look, I heard Fuckshit--
Like, someone was like,

- "Yo, Fuckshit fucks like shit."
- Ew, I bet!

For real though, I want his hair.

- Me too.
- Same.

His hair is so bomb.

Estee is banging.

Props, little nigga.

Hell yeah, props.
You really did that.

You my homie, little homie.

Yo! Stevie! What the fuck are you doing?

You're fucking up!

Stevie!

What the fuck are you doing?

Talk to me! What the fuck are you doing?

You're a pathetic, lonely faggot.

What the fuck did you just say to me?

You have no fucking friends.
You get no fucking pussy!

I'm not fucking taking your shit!

Fuck!

Get the fuck off me--

I'm fucking over this shit!

Mom, stop! Please.

Mom, please. Please.

- We are going in.
- Mom, please, no, please.

Mom, Mom, stop.

Stop, Mom, please.

- Mom, stop.
- Go!

- I was skating all day--
- Hey! What is your name?

- What the fuck?
- What is your name?

Fuckshit.

Fuckshit?

Jesus.

Listen to me.
You do not give my son alcohol.

- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Bitch.

Ma'am, ma'am.

You do not give my son drugs.

- Do you understand me?
- Cool, cool.

That better be cool, Fuckhead
or whatever the fuck your name is!

Stay away from my son.

He's not like you.

- Is she mad about the fingering?
- What fingering?

Say good-bye, Stevie.
This is the last time you're coming here.

Hey, but baby, what's your number, though?

Stevie's mom!

You not taking that down?

You not taking that down?

They look like fucking gang members!

- What you just did to me back there--
- Who are these kids?

I can't fucking trust you!

- I don't fucking owe you.
- Oh, you can't trust me?

- Shut the fuck up!
- Oh, my God.

Hey, shut up!
Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up!

- I just wanna know where you are.
- Shut up!

- Okay?
- Shut the fuck up!

- Listen to me.
- Why are you still talking? Be quiet.

- I just wanna know where--
- Be quiet! Be quiet!

- I just wanna know where you are.
- No!

Yo.

You all right?

You don't look all right.

Your mom is, uh...

very serious.

I just...

I just can't take their shit sometimes.

What kind of shit?

Just shit.

A lot of the time...

we feel like our lives are the worst.

But...

I think if you looked
in anybody else's closet,

you wouldn't trade your shit
for their shit.

Like, look at Fourth Grade.

He is...

one of the poorest people I know.

And I'm not even making a joke, though.

Like, he can barely afford socks.
Seriously.

Socks.

Ruben's mom

gets all fucked up.

She just beats on him and his sister.

Why you think he don't ever wanna go home?

Fuckshit is like my best friend.

And like,

we used to have all these sleepovers

and fucking just dream about

skating and where we wanna take it.

And...

I just feel like he's kinda like...

losing it a little or something.

Now, every day, he just--

He's trying to figure out where to party,

where to get fucked up, drunk.

It's sad.

About like, three years ago...

like,

my little brother
was on the way to soccer practice.

And he was crossing the street...

and he got hit by a car.

It's so weird, like--

We shared a room.

Like...

a closet.

Whenever I, like, get dressed
in the morning, it's just, like,

just looking at all the clothes.

And they just blend into each other and...

It's just weird.

But...

after he passed away...

Fuckshit came to my house...

and dragged me out to go skate with him.

Felt good to have somebody there.

So let's go.

Come on.

What up?

What up?

Fuckshit!

Hey, Sunburn, let me see that.

Hey, you good.

What's up?

- You ever gone anywhere like that before?
- Oh, no. No, man.

Where is the craziest place
y'all been on tour?

- Tampa.
- Is that out somewhere

like Spain or France
or something like that.

This is fucking crazy.

It was fucking hilarious.
Friends were like "Oh, shit."

What's up, Fuckshit?

You good?

Nigga!

What the fuck?

Oh, it's sick!

- Yo, hey.
- Hey.

Go chill somewhere else, bruh.
Just for a little bit.

Okay.

I'm really sorry about my friend.

He's cool, but, when he gets drunk,
he's a fucking idiot.

Don't even trip. Fuck it.

- He didn't need to touch my hair, though.
- Yeah, that was weird as fuck.

I'm really sorry. Like, um...

But yeah, we, like, just--
We were, like, talking shit.

Um, I'm really sorry, like--

- Fuck it.
- I'm-- I'm kinda tripping right now.

Think I should go introduce myself?

No.

He's still the man...

- Watch out.
- What's your problem, man?

You're my fucking problem.

- What the fuck is your problem, man?
- You're my fucking problem.

Don't fucking touch me!

- What the fuck you gonna do, faggot?
- Don't fucking touch me. Don't fucking--

Don't fucking touch--

Come on.

You good?

Hey, those bitches wanna have a party
at they parents place. Let's roll, nigga.

Let's roll.

Get in the car.

Let's just get in.

A'ight, Stevie rides shotgun.

You're the little G.
Now you gonna pussy-wipe me, nigga?

Yo, Fuckshit.
Just take everybody home.

No, we're going
to this fucking party. Just fucking chill.

Fuck that shit. Let's just call it.
Everybody in here is bummed.

I'm not about to let you
fuck up my fun, nigga.

You don't have any type of fun no more.

Nobody in this fucking car is having fun,
if you haven't noticed.

Only fun you have
is sucking them pros' dicks.

Stop tryin' to kill my fun.
You used to be fun as hell--

Ah, that's some fucking shit.

Could you, like, pull ov--

Fuck!

Why the fuck
did we get in the car with you?

Help!

There's fucking blood. What the fuck?

Stevie?

Fuck! Help!

- Stevie!
- Stevie?

Stevie!

- Sunburn!
- What the fuck did you do?

Help!

Sunburn!

Yeah.

Do you wanna go see him?

Can I see it?

They took a picture.

Fuck. Shit.

Nigga, what the fuck?

That's fucked up.

Are you okay?

You literally take the hardest hits
outta anybody I ever seen in my life.

You know you don't have to do that, right?

You guys wanna see something?

Five-O!

- Fourth Grade.
- Fourth Grade, yeah.

Fourth Grade!