20 Best Ice Cube Quotes

Smokey: Older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Craig: Man, it's the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Smokey: Yeah, well she blacker than a motherfucker too.

Darius: Rock, paper, scissors, grenade launcher.

[Pastor Clever drives up as Smokey rolls a joint]
Craig: Put that out, man, here come the pastor.
Smokey: For what? Probably smoke bud too.
Pastor: How ya doin', Brother Craig? How ya doin'?
Craig: I'm all right.
Pastor: Um, say, um, by chance is Sister Jones in?
Craig: Nope. Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work.
Smokey: [under his breath] Where yo' ass need to be, nigga.
[he starts rolling again]
Pastor: 'Scuse me, brother. What we call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church, we call a sinny-siiiiin-sin.
Smokey: [singing] Well, 'round here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty-twen-twen... niggaaaaa!
Pastor: Why don't ya just give me a little bit for my cataract.
Smokey: You didn't put in on this, man.
Pastor: It's better to give than receive, my brother.
Craig: [looking across the street at Mrs. Parker] Look, look, look, she bendin' over!
Pastor: Lord have mercy! The Lord is my shepherd, he know what I want. Excuse me, brother.
[he walks away]
Pastor: Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker! Can I talk to you for a minute, Mrs. Parker?
Smokey: [to Craig] Told ya. The weed be lettin' ya know... evil lurks.

Craig: [Pushes Deebo] Deebo man you trippin!
Deebo: [Evil Look] Whatchu say little nigga
Craig: Man thats a female!
Deebo: Shut your little punk ass up, nigga before I drop you like I did this bitch!
[Takes out long knife]
Craig: I ain't even tryin to fight you Deebo.
Deebo: [Deebo presumes to give evil look then smiles] Ezal!
[Gives knife to Ezal]
Deebo: you ain't gonna fight me because your nothing but a BITCH TOO!
[Pushes Craig]
Craig: [Craig pulls out his gun]

[Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun]
Mr. Jones: What's that for?
Craig: Protection.
Mr. Jones: Protection? Protection from who?
Craig: Me and Smokey... I got to walk Smokey down to his house.
Mr. Jones: Aw, man. Your mother and I never woulda moved to this neighborhood if we had known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
Craig: You know how it is around here.
Mr. Jones: Oh, no, son, that's not the way it is. You kids today are nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. You're scared to take an ass-whippin'.
[he holds up his fists]
Mr. Jones: This is what makes you a man. When I was growin' up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some, but you live. You live to fight another day. And you think you're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?
Craig: I'm a man without it.
Mr. Jones: Put the gun down.
[Craig does so]
Mr. Jones: C'mon, put up your dukes.
[Craig raises his fists]
Mr. Jones: NOW you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to find out the hard way. 22 years old. YOU got a choice. This is all you need. All right?

Craig: I ain't trying to be no dog-catcher!
Mr. Jones: Why not?
Craig: I don't even like dogs!
Mr. Jones: That's the beauty of it! I grab a dog, and I choke him, and I kick the shit out of him! All day long, my foot up a dog's ass! Just bang-bang-bang up his ass! That's my pleasure.
Craig: No, thanks.
Mr. Jones: Well, I'll tell you one thing: round here, you go to work, you go to school. First of the month, the rent is due. If you ain't got nothin' on the table, you ain't gotta worry about catchin' a dog - You gotta worry about a dog catchin' YOUR ass!

Craig: We ain't got no sugar.
Smokey: No sugar? Damn. Y'all ain't never got two things that match. Either y'all got Kool-aid, no sugar. Peanut butter, no jelly. Ham, no burger. Daaamn.

Craig: I felt sorry for Smokey, 'cause peer pressure is a motherfucker.

Red: [after having his necklace snatched by Deebo] Hey, man, why didn't y'all help me!
Smokey: [slouching in his chair] Man, I'm high.
Red: Man, that's fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped y'all.
Craig: What about the time he tried to choke me in Smoke's backyard?
Red: [pause, thinks about it] Oh, that was different.

Smokey: Damn! Mrs. Parker finer than a motherfucker.
Craig: Hi, Mrs. Parker.
Mrs. Parker: Hi, boys.
Smokey: [quieter, but still audible] When you gonna let me *fuck* Mrs. Parker?
Mrs. Parker: What you say, honey?
Smokey: Huh? Nothing.

Smokey: Man that fool just playin' man, I ain't trippin.
Craig: That's yo problem. Aint' nobody playin' but you. You walk up and down the street all day playin'. He aint' playin' you think he playin' 'bout his money? He know where my momma stay know where you momma stay. He say he had a gun when you seen him right?
Smokey: Yeah
Craig: Well name one person in the hood that play like that!

Craig: [after they see Red's black eye] DAAAAAMN!

Joi: [Mrs. Jones hand Craig phone] Hello?
Joi: Who the fuck you go to the show with last night?
Craig: I didn't go to the show last night.
Joi: You ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie...
Craig: Ain't nobody lyin, I didn't go to the show last night.
Joi: Yes you did! Cause my sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy, she told me she went to the show last night, and she saw you there all Hugged Up wit some Tramp. Now tell me who she was.
Craig: Yo sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy is a goddamn...
[Craig realzes his mom is still in the room]
Craig: ... Yea, she a, she a liar. She ain't see me at no movies hugged up wit nobody.
Joi: Mmm-hmm yeah,yeah, well let me tell you what. You just tell the bitch, whoeva she is, when I catch her, Imma beat her ass!

Felisha: I need to borrow your car right quick.
Smokey: What kinda shit is that? Most people wanna borrow sugar. Or even ketchup. You wanna borrow my car? Hell naw! Get the hell on.
Felisha: Well, let me borrow a joint.
Smokey: You need to borrow a job. With yo' broke ass. Always trying to smoke up somebody's shit. Get the hell on, Felisha.
Felisha: I'ma remember that.
Smokey: Remember it. Write it down, take a picture, I don't give a fuck!
Felisha: Tsk.
[realizes she can try her luck with Craig]
Felisha: Craig.
Craig: [not bothering to look at her] Bye, Felisha.
Felisha: Damn. Y'all stingy.
[she leaves]

Xander: [Upon seeing Darius Stone arrive in Xander's long-lost 1967 Pontiac GTO musclecar] That's a hell of a car!
Darius: Yeah. Gibbons told me to keep an eye on it. He said I'd know why when I need to know why. Now I know why.
Xander: It's exactly the way I left it.
Darius: I took it on a date or two.
Xander: [laughs, with a wink]

Darius: X looks out for his own.

Craig: Mom, loan me 200 dollars.
Mrs. Jones: Craig, I wouldn't feel comfortable lending you money without a job.
Craig: If I had a job, I wouldn't need to borrow any money.
Mrs. Jones: Exactly.

Mrs. Jones: Craig, you know what your problem is? You have no game.
Craig: What do you know about game? I got ALL the game.
Mrs. Jones: Now your father... he got game.
Mr. Jones: [coming out of the bathroom] Don't nobody go in the bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes. Somebody open up a window.
Craig: You call that game?

Craig: What I'm trippin on, is how you gonna sell bud, when you smoke it?
Smokey: I don't know. That's my only problem.
Craig: Big Worm gonna fuck you up.
Smokey: Big Worm ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, man.
Craig: All right...

Smokey: Why you not goin' to work?
Craig: I got fired yesterday.
Smokey: No shit? I thought you had the day off yesterday.
Craig: I did. I went in to pick up my check, came home, my supervisor called me about four o'clock, told me he got me on tape stealing boxes.
Smokey: The fuck you stealing boxes for? What you trying to build, a clubhouse?
Craig: Hell, no, ain't got me on tape. But they said they did. Fired me on the spot. Talkin' about pressin' charges.
Smokey: Goddamn! You've got to be one stupid motherfucker to get fired on your day off.