Cheddar Bob: She's going to need the car if she's pregnant.

Jimmy: Well, look if something's gonna happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.

Future: Who the fuck is that?
Jimmy: Greg Buell. That dude is practically living with my fucking mom, dawg. They met at bingo.
Future: Wait...Greg Buell. He went to our school right?
Jimmy: Yo, I got to save up some money and get the hell out of here. This shit is ridiculous.
Future: Well, Jimmy moved in with his mother/cause he ain't got no place to go.
Jimmy: Now I'm right back in the gutter/with a garbage bag that's full of clothes.
Future: Cause you live at home in trailor/what the hell are you gonna do?
Jimmy: Yeehaw! Cause I live at home in a trailor/mom I'm coming home to you.
Future: Break it down.
Jimmy: Well, my name is Jimmy. His name is Greg Buell. Me, him, and you went to the same...
Future/Jimmy: School.
Jimmy: This ain't cool. I'm in a rage. He's tapping my mom, and we're almost the same age. Hold my microphone, I'll drop bombs. Look at this car, thanks a lot mom. Here happy birthday Rabbit. Here's a brand new car, you can have it. 1928 Delta. This shit won't even get me to the shelter and I can't even sing from motown because I'm back in the 8.1.0 now. Cause I live at home in a trailor. Mom I'm coming home to you.

Future about Greg: Is this dude mentally ill?

Cheddar Bob: 313! 313!
Sol: What are you talking about? You're from the 810 fat ass.

DJ: Man, you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit? How are you suppose to take pride in your neighborhood with shit like that next door? Does the city tear them down? No, the city is to busy building casinos and taking money from the people.

Sol: I ain't getting back in that piece of shit. It's a death trap.
DJ: I think Jimmy's mom is trying to kill him.
Sol: Yeah, but she's so goddamn fine. She can kill me.
Jimmy: Yo, don't be saying shit about my mom or my fucking car. I hear everything.

Cheddar Bob: Yeah. Fuck the free world!

Girl: Why do they call you future?
Future: See I had a lot of names. You know, the most conceited kind. I was uhm...maximum, Brimstone, Dog Father D, Devastated D, Big D. You know it has a double meaning or two. You see none of those really worked for me, until I started hosting those battles down at the shelter. One day, someone said, "you know what man, you are the future of hip-hop in Detroit".

Alex: So I hear you're a real dope rapper.
Jimmy: Dope rapper?
Alex: Yeah.
Jimmy: Who told you I was a dope rapper?
Alex: You know it's around.

Alex: Why do they call you Rabbit?
Future: Cause he's fast. He likes to fuck a lot.

Jimmy: Mom, you got to stop living your life like this.

Stephanie: What are you doing with your life that's do great, Rabbit?

Worker: Just do your work and shut the fuck up.

Janeane: You just took off without saying a word.
Jimmy: At least I left you the car.

Janeane: Tell me why you left? Tell me and I'll leave you alone.
Jimmy: It's not you, ok? Janeane it's me. It's my shit. I had to go.
Janeane: Why? What are you running from?
Jimmy: Nothing.

Cheddar Bob: *after shooting himself* MC Bob. Is that a good name?

Jimmy: Did you win at bingo tonight?
Stephanie: No. Did you record your demo?

Stephanie: Me and Greg are having problems.
Jimmy: Did he find out about the eviction?
Stephanie: No.
Jimmy: His settlement check ain't coming?
Stephanie: No. It's coming, it's coming. It's our sex life.
Jimmy: Mom, I don't wanna hear this shit.
Stephanie: It's good. It's real good. But he just doesn't like to --
Jimmy: Mom, I don't wanna hear this.
Stephanie: Greg won't go down on me.
Jimmy: Mom! *closes bathroom door*

Jimmy: Hey Sol, do you ever at one point you gotta say just fuck it man? And you gotta stop living up here and start living down here?
Sol: It's 7:30 in the morning, dawg.

Alex: You asking me out on a date Jimmy Smith Jr?

Alex: You call him Rabbit too?
Stephanie: I gave him that nickname. I did. When he was little he had buck teeth and big ears. He was so cute. Like a little wabbit.

Stephanie: What happened to you?
Jimmy: I fell.
Stephanie: You fell?
Jimmy: I fell.

Alex: Saving up for something special?
Jimmy: Yeah, studio time.
Alex: Good.

One war rapper: I'll end this shit with a fuck you, but have a nice day.

Jimmy: Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver.

Jimmy: Yo, that Leave It to Beaver line almost killed me.