Amazon Prime Video original movie Belly was released November 4th, 1998.
#Belly made $9.6M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 23%
metacritic: 36
imdb: 6.2
Tommy Bundy
Buns is a gangster in Queens, New York.
“I sold my soul to the devil, price was cheap. Yo, it’s cold on this level, but it’s twice as deep. It’s 2:00, I’m just about to hit the streets. Until I knock off this rock, I don’t get to eat. Sometimes it’s like that’s the only reason why I hustle. Step on toes, strong-arm, and show a little muscle. Ain’t no real though, that’s why a brotha feel so frustrated, hated, see the bitch brothers that made it.” — Tommy Bundy
“I’m robbin’ brothers just as broke as myself. Fuckin’ with Queen’s, ain’t too good for a brother’s health. Where’s the wealth? Ain’t in New York, I gots to make my rounds. Do whatever for the dollar, fuck ’em, you know me, Charlie Brown.” — Tommy Bundy
“Slow down, motherfucker. We off the block. Killed that bitch. Man, shut the fuck up, man. Listen, Mark, you dump the car. You know what I’m sayin? Man, shut the fuck up, man. Listen, man, you gonna dump this motherfucker, dump it. Now pull the fuck over. Ay, yo. You said you gonna ditch this motherfucker, ditch it.” — Tommy Bundy
“Yo, check this shit out. Shit is bugged out. Would you shut the fuck up, man? Tryin’ to get us knocked? I know you don’t want Keesh to come down here. Now say you’re sorry, ’cause you hurt my feelins.” — Tommy Bundy
“It’s these brothers right here I told these brothers to shut the fuck up. What the fuck is you talking about? Keana who? I don’t know no fucking Keana, man. Bitch is lyin’. Listen, listen. Listen, I don’t know no fucking Keana. Keesh, Keesh, Keesh. Listen, Keesh. Shut the fuck up. Listen. Listen, listen. You know how motherfucking bitches is. You know how brothers be talking. Listen, Keesh, listen.” — Tommy Bundy
“Yo, dawg, it’s Buns. I know, I know. Fuck it, come on, man. What? Motherfucker, I’m in the front, man. And I’m gonna start blowing the motherfucking horn up in a minute. Fucked up. Sup with Teanna? Word. Yo, I seen this shit on TV. Brothers is dropping dead off this shit, yo. Remember that shit, um, that Tango & Cash shit? It’s like that but with no cut. You know what I’m sayin?” — Tommy Bundy
“I’m thinkin, we should go to the next brothers with that. It’s where the money’s at, baby. Listen, brother, I call you my brother, ’cause I got love for you. Ain’t no money, like dope money. You not even hearing me right now, man. Check it out, though, know what I’m sayin. I have my man, Ox. We’ll see whassup.” — Tommy Bundy
“Sound like wifey talkin, man. You know what I’m sayin? You minus well pack it up. Fuck it, stay home, man. I’m tellin you, dawg. Bitches’ll fuck your whole shit up. What type of brother don’t want no paper?” — Tommy Bundy
“Anyway, whassup with that blunt dawg? Yo on the real, I’m feeling a lot of motherfucking heat coming off that couch, man. For real. Yo, in a minute, I’mma have you getting cream like we do. You know what I’m saying? Just gotta be patient, dawg. Dawg, just be patient. Just be patient. Yo, whassup? Aw, whassup, brother?” — Tommy Bundy
“Yeah, you know. We had to give it to a couple security guards in the club, you know what I’m saying? But, yo, yo, your man. Your man? Trying to get wild on a brother for real. Word? Aight, aight. Good lookin, dawg. Where that smoke at? Now, strip motherfucker. Strip, brother. You think this is a fucking joke, brother? The fuck is wrong with you, man? Motherfucker. You know what? Get the fuck over there while we count this money.” — Tommy Bundy
“Count that money, man. Count that fucking money, man. Count the money.” — Tommy Bundy
“Tommy, I’m here to see Lennox. This brother Ox, was like rich for real. You know? Drug money. Straight up. He got all slit brothers throats in Kingston back in the ’70s. You know? Now, he had the whole Queens locked. Jamaican’s is the wildest brothers out here. This is my only connection to get this new shit. If I knew this brother, If I knew him, he already had some of it on the way.” — Tommy Bundy
“Hope I ain’t interrupting nothing. You know what I’m sayin? Yeah. Jamaica’s good. Jamaica’s very good. Yo, I’m really here to talk about us. This shit they talking about on TV. That brown shit?” — Tommy Bundy
Sincere
“It was the time of our lives. Getting money was all we ever did. Brothers love to willy out. Just a regular night for us. Me, my name is Sincere. Me and Bundy, Buns that is, or Tommy for short. We like, make it happen.”
“Since kids we was like Butch and Sundance, outlaw brothers, doing anything to get the dough. Mark, too. He was the whatever type brother. You know, the type of brother that would do anything at any given time. A live wire. You need brothers like that around.”
“Black, he was just some dumb ass brother we used to smoke trees with and crack jokes on. I knew he was a fucking problem soon as Knowledge put him down.”
“We went straight to Tommy’s house afterwards, out in Jamaica Estates. Just to cool out for a minute. I mean, I love this brother’s crib, man. It always reminded me of what I wanted to have, eventually. A fat new crib like his shit, one day. The fuck is that?”
“Yo, chill, man, please don’t have Keisha come down here flippin’ on us at 3:00 in the fucking morning. Now, Keisha, Keisha was a bad motherfucker. Tall, dark skin, some big ass tits, looked like a ghetto Naomi Campbell. A dime for real. Yo, I’m bout to go get some sleep my damn self. See y’all brothers tomorrow.”
“My crib was out in St. August still. Not too far from where we grew up. Right by the vet’s hospital. I mean, it’s not like Tommy’s crib or nothin, but, I love livin around the way. T, that’s my girl. I met her up in Baltimore, when me and Buns first started flippin’ birds. We had Kenya this past year. Yo, when shit gets crazy, it’s them, they keep me sane.”
“What you talkin about? I’m sayin, T. I gotta do my thing, ma. You know I gotta go. What you think I’mma be doin’ out here? Nothin, just sittin around, starvin?”
“Yeah, yeah? The morning, what happened to the morning, man? It’s 5:00. Fuck you, man. Aight. Aight. Me and Buns was always tight. Knew each other our whole lives. Yo, that’s my dawg. We like real brothers and shit. Blood brothers. Still, baby. Yo, how Keesha man? She’s straight. She’s straight. What?”
“Pure D? Oh, the dope game. Now you wanna fuck with dope. Yo, it seem like that’s all you wanna talk about is drugs. Yo, gawd, I got other shit goin on in my life though, you know? Gotta have more than one hustle. Son, you sound stupid right now. I know I ain’t fuckin with that, though. How much you think we could make off that shit?”
“After shit goes down we usually went to Mark’s grandma’s to get it on. Count the money, whatever. Mark’s basement was one fucked up spot. You know, but, that was our spot. Wise and Lakid, they wanted to be like us so bad. They was too young for now, but Buns keeps these little brothers around all the time, man. They was young thugs in training and shit.”
“I just lit it up, hold up. Ay, yo what the fuck are you looking at? Black was feeling real hot about not getting the same cut as me. He was one of the PhD brothers, though. A player hating dickhead. You know not to fuck with them, right? Yo, I just lit it up, hold up.”
“Knowledge. He was a for real grimey brother. I never really trusted him. He the type of brother that’s just too smart for his own good. A shistey ass brother. Buns hated to be fucked with. But he really hated when brothers fucked with me even worse. Maybe he felt like he had to watch my back like I watched his. Knowledge shoulda never told him that shit, though. Look at this brother here, man. The only brother I know that still fuckin drink 40 ounces, man. Like it’s the fuckin ’80s, man. Everytime you turn around this brother got a bottle to his mouth like a baby bottle.”
Knowledge
“What’s the deal, baby. This Knowledge right here. Yo, son, shit musta gotten funky out there last night. I’m up in the motherfucking Wu-wear store, motherfucking news flash came on showing the whole shit. Who, Black? Yeah, I heard that motherfucker was out there running his motherfucking mouth and shit. Yeah, matter of fact, I heard the brother was trying to act like he wanted to stick Sincere or some shit.”
“Peace. Yeah, no doubt. One.”
Keisha
“Tommy what is going on and why y’all makin so much noise? I am trying to sleep. God. Yo, who is this? This is Keisha, why the fuck are you paging my man? You know who I’m talking about. Cut the bullshit, aight. Are you fucking Tommy or what? You what?”
“It’s aight, cuz, I’mma see your little ass around. What the fuck is wrong with you? Brother, I told you stop fucking with me.”
“Who the hell is Keana, Tommy? Oh, you dumb now? You know who I’m talking about. Look, Tommy, I just spoke to the girl she not only told me she know you, but that she sucked your little black ding-a-ling last night so what you gotta say now, huh? Fuck you, all right? Fuck you.”
“Messing with some bitch behind my back. Fuck you, Tommy. Fuck you, all right? I’m tired of this shit. This is bullshit. How stupid do you think I am? Why you lyin’ to me? Why are you lyin’ to me?”
T-Boz
“I know. I know. Cmon. Mama’s gonna get you. Won’t let daddy talk to you no more. Shh. You know you talk too loud when you’re on the phone. Shh. ‘Cuz I heard you whisperin to Bundy about last night.”
“Sam, I mean seriously, why can’t we just start a business or something. I mean Kenya needs you. And what the fuck’s supposed to happen to us if you get caught, what, what? What, visits? Phonecalls? Shh. Shh.”
“I mean, look, you act like we’re broke. I mean, what the fuck? I done told you, plenty of times, Tommy does not give a fuck about you. You cannot trust him. You know that.”
Lennox
“Alright. Sit down. Yeah, you interrupt a little bit. Watch the soccer game. Jamaica play. Jamaica is good. Kick the raasclot, banna boy. Talk about what? What you wanna talk about?”
Queens, New York
“Damn, son, we done lit that. Queen of diamonds, yo. Tonight we celebratin’. The fuck you talkin’ about ‘diamonds?’ What you know about diamonds? All right, all right.”
“In and out, naw’ mean, son? That shit was raw, kid. Up against the motherfucking glass and all that shit. The fuck is this, son? What you watchin in the house, man? This brother be buggin’. Damn son, don, look at all this fuckin cheddar, kid. We shoulda been doin clubs. What he talkin’ about?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s start countin’ this money, man, before y’all brothers start stashin’ shit. I know how y’all get down. Come on, dun, I’m just jokin’ baby. I know. This brother serious? Sorry, Keesh, baby. That’s my fault.”
“Hello, what’s the deal? And who is this? Who, Tommy? Oh, what’s up, Keesh? Yo, Tommy tells me everything about you, what’s going on? Well, not exactly. You see, I’m only 16. So Tommy said we couldn’t fuck yet. But I did suck his dick the night before last. I said I sucked his dick the night before last.”
“I’ve been knowin Tommy ever since I was eleven years old. He showed me how to tongue kiss and everything. We were like best friends. Sorry things ain’t working out for you two.”
“Whassup with putting us on, B? Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin bout, some of that weed, man. Yo this shit is mad hard, yo. I can’t take this school shit no more, man. Word, brothers be wildin’ and shit, I’m bout to say fuck that shit and get money with y’all brothers. Yo, whassup?”
“Yo, man, fuck you. You brothers ain’t gonna do nothin. Fuck y’all brothers. Word up. It’s over there. You gonna get yours, B. You gone get yours, man.”
“Who is it? Hold on. Mr. Ox? Got a Tommy out here to see ya. Alright.”
