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:49:02
Day-Day!
Don't make me
break this window!

:49:06
- Craig, do me a favour.
- What?

:49:08
- Go out there, and tell 'em
I ain't here.
- [Banging On Door]

:49:12
- Hell, no. I ain't in it.
- You already in it, cuz.

:49:15
[D'wana] Day-Day!
I'll just go do it.

:49:18
Get your ass back here, man!
What the fuck is you doin'?

:49:22
She'll sit on your
little ass.
[Banging Continues]

:49:25
Craig gotta do it.
He beat Debo ass.

:49:29
And he cold.
Craig,

:49:32
you gonna
do that for me?

:49:36
- Huh.
- Go ahead, man.

:49:40
[Banging]
[D'wana]
Day-Day!

:49:43
Hurry up, nigga!
:49:47
Shut up.
:49:53
That don't look like
Day-Day to me.

:49:59
[Baby D']
Open the door.

:50:04
- Day-Day ain't here.
- Who are you?

:50:07
- I'm his cousin.
- Well, we didn't
come here for Day-Day.

:50:10
Yes, you did.
No, we didn't.
We came to buy a C.D.

:50:14
Yeah, move.
Punk.

:50:20
[Sighs]
These ho's
ain't got no manners.

:50:30
Mm-hmm.
Where that little boy that
told me Day-Day was in here?

:50:33
I don't know.
I think he went in the back
to throw away some boxes.

:50:38
Mm-hmm. Well, can I
look for myself?

:50:41
[Craig]
No, you cannot.

:50:44
Hey, ladies.
:50:46
- Where's Day-Day?
- I thought y'all wanted
to buy a C.D.

:50:50
I do. Can you, um, show me
where the jazz section is?

:50:55
Jazz?
:50:58
You know damn well you don't
want to hear no jazz.


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