Anuvahood (2011)
Jazzie Zonzolo: T.J.
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Quotes
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Tyrone : [Sniffing] I smell something. Mm, I know that smell, blud. If man's calculations is correct, that's the smell of *piff*, blud!
Kenneth : Yeah, I had a little zoot earlier.
Tyrone : Don't take man for a mongoose, blud! Can't disrespect man's intelligence out here, rudeboy. Man's nose *knows* what it's smelling, innit?
[sniffs]
Tyrone : You shotting piff, blud?
Kenneth : Nah, blud.
Tyrone : Oh, my days! Why you calling me blud for, blud? Do me and you look the same? I don't think so! You look like one kind of Indian blud to me.
Kenneth : I ain't even Indian, man
Tyrone : [looks at the others] So, where's this weed, then, blud?
Kenneth : We ain't got no weed, man.
Tyrone : I smell porky pies, blud. Yep. Don't chat shit to me, blud. Couple man just told me you licked them a tens, innit? I know these tings, blud. Ha-ha-ha! Look, man, man just wants to cop a little ting off you. You get me, fam?
Kenneth : You got your own food, though.
Tyrone : There's a drought, fam! Man can't get nothing still!
[Tyrone puts Kenneth in headlock]
Tyrone : - All right, all right, all right. Cool, man.
Kenneth : Aah!
Tyrone : Come on, blud. Man's bless out here, fam. I just wanna get a little high tonight, man.
Kenneth : All right, all right, all right!
[Tyrone releases him]
Tyrone : K, man... Read more:
Kenneth : I gotta.
Tyrone : Give me a fat juicy score ting, blud.
Kenneth : Which one did you want, blud?
Tyrone : Hmm.
[sniffs weed, licks lips]
Tyrone : Actually... all of it.
[snatches the entire bag of weed and runs down the steps laughing]
Kenneth : Come on, man!
Tyrone : Oh, my God! Man's so unpredictable out here! Man said he wasn't gonna rob them, but man just turned around and robbed him, Standard Procedures! Man took down the sign!
[runs back up steps, sniffs the bag]
Tyrone : there's a *lot* of weed in there, innit, though, blud? So, what, are you some kind of shotter now, blud? Think you're a badman now?
Kenneth : Nah, man, I just.
Tyrone : amn right you're not a badboy, blud! Shit! Now, true say, man didn't even want to rob you, man, today. It's like you was asking for it! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Shit. - Man's gonna get so high tonight, blud.
Lesoi : Blud, I beg you allow it, man.
Tyrone : OH MY DAYS! Is Mr Miyagi trying to make communication? with me, blud? Like man knows me? Man's gonna have to get jacked for that, blud. Jackanory time! Next Hype!
Lesoi : Allow it, man.
[Tyrone frisks him and steals his PSP]
Tyrone : Ha! Bo! That's my little sister's Christmas present sorted still!
T.J. : Listen, I'd love to stay and jam, yeah, but I gotta do my mum's braids, OK?
Tyrone : Nah, blud. You need to be taking them creps off right about now, rudeboy.
T.J. : What, again?
Tyrone : Take the creps *off*, blud.
T.J. : But they don't even fit you!
Tyrone : Little perseverance, man can squeeze into them still.
[Tunde Whimpers]
Tyrone : You're not gonna cry, are you, blud?
T.J. : [blatanly lying] No!
Tyrone : Tell your mum safe for the creps!
T.J. : Oh, this is emotional, man!
[Sobbing]
T.J. : I'm telling my mum, man!
[runs away]