Warner Bros. original film Friday was released April 26th, 1995.
The #Friday franchise made $121.5M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 76%
metacritic: 54
imdb: 7.2
Craig Jones
Craig Jones lives in south central Los Angeles, California.
“For most people, Friday is just a day before the weekend. But after this Friday, the neighborhood will never be the same. What’s up? Yeah. Uh-oh. Gotcha. Gotcha, baby. That’s right. Damn. Ain’t nothin’ in this house. Yeah. I fell asleep. I’m throwing this away. We ain’t even got no milk.” — Craig Jones
“All right. I’ll eat it. Dizam. Don’t ‘what’s up’ me. I need to whoop your little ass for knocking over these trash cans last week. Don’t knock these over. You better not. Get your bad ass to school anyway. What? Better run… little bastard. Hey, mama. How you doing? What you cooking? Yeah! Cook it up. You need a wig. Huh? Mama, you didn’t tell daddy what happened yesterday, did you? Cool! Huh?” — Craig Jones
“Where you at? Oh, man. I’ll wait till you come out. What? I don’t know. I ain’t trying to be no dog catcher. I don’t even like dogs. I don’t think so. Hello. I didn’t go to the show last night. Ain’t nobody lyin’. I didn’t go to the show last night. Your sister-in-law’s baby cousin Traci is a goddamn–yeah, she a– she a liar. She ain’t seen me at no movies hugged up with nobody. That girl gone. I’m trying to get with her, but Dana won’t even hook me up. Aw, don’t even talk with all the horses missing their hair around here.” — Craig Jones
“What you know about game? I got all the game. You call that game? Yeah. Where mine at? We ain’t got no milk. Aw, man. Nothing. Look what you did to my curtain. You better watch who window you climb before you get blasted on. With this. Your mama. Fuck you. Heh heh heh, gotta get dressed. Don’t tell me to hurry up.” — Craig Jones
“What’s up? Got fired yesterday. I did. I went in there to pick up my check, came home, supervisor called me about 4:00, talking about they got me on videotape stealing boxes. Hello, no. Ain’t got me on tape. She said they did, fired me on the spot. Talking about pressing charges. Yup. Huh? Hey. Who? Her mama? *****, it’s the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I ain’t fucking with you. Watch out. Wonder where she going. So they opened that already? Hold up. My mom’s in there. She about to go to work, though.” — Craig Jones
“Anyway, what you doing up so early? What’s up? Right. You lying. Damn. What little girl? Okay. In a little while. Why? Hell, yeah. I know. Remember this? Shut up. Sorry, Joann. All you do is smoke weed. What I’m tripping on is how you gonna sell bud, and you smoking it. Big Worm gonna end up fucking you up. All right. Red told me he smoked a fool for 50 bucks.” — Craig Jones
“Shut up. Get your ass off me. Hey, get these for me. Man, you owe me $2.00. Hell, no. Shut up. Stop your shit. Stop the mother. Yeah. Dizam! Hi, Mrs. Parker. Ah, she know what she doin’ with them little ass shorts on. She know we be lookin’. All right. All right. Hello. Hot as hell out here. You a hype. You a hype. Cut that out, man, here come the pastor. I’m all right. Well. Look, look. She bendin’ over. Look. Hector almost hit his nasty ass. Why you don’t like Hector?” — Craig Jones
“Yeah. Yeah, I remember that. Damn. *****, you slow. You run like a girl. Oh shit! Here come Deebo. Give me your stuff. I’m broke as a joke. Man, I ain’t tryin’ to get involved with y’all. Man, hurry up. For some reason, I don’t think Smokey wanted to go in there, but peer pressure’s a mother fucka. Damn. Always caught in the middle of something. Hurry up. Oh, shit. It’s on now. Damn. Come on, man. Bring your ass out. Hello? Damn!” — Craig Jones
“Man, what took y’all so long? So y’all didn’t get nothin’? Man, watch out. I drink. All right. Shut up. Wet the motha fucka all up. You said this was indo. Smell like outdo. Aw shit, here come Felisha. I know. Bye, Felisha. Ah, man. The bud is kicking in. Smoke. I ain’t trippin’. Hold up. I can hear my heart beating. Nah. My shit is beating too fast. Listen! Shh! You don’t hear it? You hear my phone ring? Come in, man. I’m thirsty. Shut up. Sit yo’ skinny ass down. You want some Kool-Aid? We ain’t got no sugar.” — Craig Jones
“You’re a funny lookin’ mother fucka.” — Craig Jones
Smokey
“I know you don’t smoke weed. I know this, but I’m gonna get you high today ’cause it’s Friday, you ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got shit to do.”
“Break yourself, fool! With what? You ain’t got nothin’, man. Man, where you get that from? Fuck you. Come on outside, man, and stop playing. Hurry up. Damn. What’s up, Big Worm? Man, I got a lot. Man, I’m trying to, Worm. ****** are broke these days. Huh? Hell, no! Fuck your shit hell, no. Now, why would I do some shit like that? Worm! You the last brother money I’d mess with. I’ll steal from my mama before I mess with your shit. Now, you know this, man! Florida Evans-lookin’ mother fucker.”
“What’s up, man? How come you ain’t at work? For real? I thought you had the day off yesterday. What the fuck you doing stealing boxes for? What, you trying to build a clubhouse? Man, I know you ain’t go out like that. Goddamn! You got to be a stupid mother fucker to get fired on your day off. Pops talking about kicking you out again? Ooh! Goddamn! Man, look! Hey. Ooh, man, man, man. Her mama got ass, too. Just give me 3 1/2 minutes, maybe even 4. She’ll be wanting to marry a *****. Yeah. Older the berry, the sweeter the juice. Yeah, well, yeah. She blacker than a mother fucker, too. She wanted to give me the ass one time. I had to go to work. She probably going to that new health club down on 108th. Yup. I heard they hiring, too. You need to go down there see what’s up with your out-of-work ass.”
“Oh. Hey, I know you don’t smoke weed. I know this. But I’m gonna get you high today ’cause it’s Friday, you ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got shit to do. Oh, man. I tried to come and catch you before you went to work let you know what happened to red ass. Man, you know that ***** Deebo done had his bike for, like, 3 weeks, right? Man. So Deebo… I won. Gimme me money. I lost. Ohh shit! Oh shit! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Goddamn! You got knocked the fuck out!”
“Man, they both got in the car and boned out! I swear to God. We was rollin’. Hi, Mrs. Jones. ‘Cause I wanna smoke this joint. Let’s go to my house real quick. Can’t do shit over here. Damn. Lil Chris got you, too? Got me, too, little bitch ass *****. If I catch him, I’m gonna beat him like I was his dad. What? Stanley be actin’ like an old bitch sometimes. Nothing but dirt any damn way. Hey, man! Damn. Mama! Mama! I left my key. Always talkin’ shit just open the goddamn door.”
“Come on in here, I know you don’t wanna hear that shit. Get your ass u[ and cook or clean up or do something! Talkin’ shit. Damn. That’s all right. Don’t worry about what the fuck I be doin’. I don’t know. That’s my only problem. Big Worm ain’t gonna do a goddamn thing, man! Look… he need me. I don’t give a fuck. Give me the money. Wait a minute. What’s this? This ain’t enough. Damn!”
“Hell, no. All you gonna do is smoke it up. Get the hell off me! Today your birthday? Man, come on. I need some papers and some humps. Ain’t got no money. Man, what the hell you doing? You need to stay off that crack, man. Thanks, my ass. You better come by my house today and wash my car. I’m serious. Goddamn. Goddamn. Watch my car. Damn! Mrs. Parker finer than a mother fucker. Damn. I’d knock the dust off that pussy. Damn. Hi, Mrs. Parker. When you gonna let me fuck, Mrs. Parker? Huh? Nothing. Mrs. Parker just don’t know. Needs some young meat. Mr. Parker ain’t hittin’ that right, man.”
“Hey, go in the house and get me something to roll this up with. Hey, and bring a radio, too. What? Man there ain’t nothing wrong with smoking weed. Weed is from the Earth. God put this here for me and you. Take advantage man. Take advantage. For what? Probably smoke bud, too. Nope. Neither is brother Jones. They both at work. Well, around here between Normandie and Western we call this here a little twenty-twen-twen. *****. You didn’t put in on this, man. Told you. The weed be lettin’ you know… evil lurks. Fuck you. Remember I was telling you I was smoking weed with that fool one day?”
“You ain’t showing me nothing new ese. Smoke dog baby. Remember that shit. Been smoking since I was two. I know what I’m doing man. Shut the fuck up. What’s this? So I hit it real hard right. As soon as he said that. I started feeling funny as hell. The next thing I know, I was running down the street in my damn drawers. Get off me, man! Get off me, man! Goddamn! Goddamn! Get off me. Get off me. I’m in Deebo’s pigeon coop sweating like a slave. And the only person who could get me out was my mom. And, man, I ain’t been right ever since then. That’s why I been, like, ‘fuck Hector.'”
“Peep. Listen. Man, that’s lil Chris. Let’s go get his ass. Don’t let me catch you, boy. Fuck you. Oh shit! Known for jackin’ a *****. That’s all he do. Damn. Nothing. Nothing. Got nothing, man. I was telling Craig, Stanley been acting funny lately. Man, I’m on probation. I can’t be… you a bitch. Come on *****! Get your big ass on in the window. Get off my ass! Get off my ass! I ain’t with that funny shit. All right, man. Sorry.”
“Hell, yeah. We got about $200, huh, Deebo? Huh? One day, somebody gonna kick his ass. Man, I been gettin’ high all week. Take a puff. Take a hit. Craig, ain’t like you got shit to do tomorrow. You don’t have to go to work. Go on. Take a hit. Come– Craig, it’ll stimulate your mind. You ain’t got shit to do. Put it in your mouth. That’s the shit ain’t it. That’s the shit. That’s the shit. It’s my shit. I can do whatever I want to do. Stop hitting it so hard. Hold up. You fucking up the rotation. Puff, puff, give. Puff, puff, give. You fucking up the rotation. You can get killed with somebody else. That’s some serious shit you lucky you my boy. Take your time. Got to crawl before you walk. You high yet? Craig fucked up. You fucked up.”
“Hey, wait a minute, man. I ain’t gonna be supplyin’ you, you gonna be talkin’ about my shit. Aw shit! Old begging ass. Nothing. Nothing. What you want? What kind of shit is that? Most people wanna borrow sugar or even ketchup. You want to borrow my car? Hell, no! Get the hell on. You need to borrow a job with your broke ass. Always trying to smoke up somebody’s shit. Get the hell on, Felicia. Remember it. Write it down. Take a picture. I don’t give a fuck! She’s a goddamn pest. Don’t start trippin’, Craig. Craig. Craig! Man, that’s what it’s supposed to do. Oh, man, it’s the chronic. Don’t even worry about it. Hell no. Man, I knew I shouldn’t have gave him no chronic. Man, hell no! Man, sit down. Man, I’m on house arrest. I ain’t even supposed to be over here. Get a ***** locked up. Man, come on!”
“You be trippin’. Man, come on. Man, you know I want some Kool-Aid. What? You ain’t got no sugar? Damn! Y’all ain’t never got 2 things that match! Y’all got Kool-Aid, no sugar, peanut butter, no jelly, ham, no burger. Damn. Man, what up? I don’t do that gay shit now. You want me to go get the sugar or what from my house?”
Mr. Jones
“Mmm… hrrm… give me the 2-piece special, lots of hot sauce, and all the fries you can give me. Thank you. Thank you.”
“Every time I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen… in the goddamn refrigerator, eating up all the food– all the chicken, all the pig feet, all the collard green, all the hog maws. I wanna eat some of them chit’lins. I love pig feet. Now, when I went to bed last night, didn’t I tell you to take out the trash? So why didn’t you do it? I wish you was sleeping right now. I’d knock you upside your head with a left hook, make your ass wake up and take out the trash! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?”
“You better put some water on that damn shit. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Take the garbage out front, son! What is wrong with him? Hurry up with the garbage! I got some more work for you! Craig! Come in here! In the bathroom! Boy, bring your ass in here. What you talking about you’ll wait till I come out? I smelled your shit for 22 years. Now you can’t smell mine for 5 minutes? Shut the door. Your mama told me what happened to you yesterday. That was stupid. How the hell you get fired on your day off? Well, you need a trade. Take a look at that paper over there– on the counter there.”
“Why not? That’s the beauty of it! I grab a dog, and I choke him, and I kick the shit out of him, and all day dong, my foot up a dog’s ass! Just bang, bang, bang up his ass! That’s my pleasure! I tell you one thing. Around here, you gonna work or go to school. The first of the month, the rent is due. If you ain’t got nothin’ on the table, you ain’t got to worry about catchin’ a dog. You gotta worry about a dog catching your ass! Oh, damn.”
“Don’t nobody go in the bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes. Somebody open the window. I got to go, too. Bye-bye, baby. Bye-bye baby. Craig, you listen to me. I want you to get your ass up today, go out and look for a job. The word today is ‘job.’ J-O-B. You hear me? Go look for a job today. I’m not kidding. Better open all the windows. Damn, it stinks in here. Where your ass need to be *****.”
Mrs. Jones
“Hi, baby. Fine. I’m making some eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and some leftover pork chops. For what? Go look in my dresser. You know I wouldn’t tell on my baby. Craig, telephone! I don’t know why you messing with that little fast-assed girl anyway. Now, that other girl– Debbie. She’s cute! She’s in school. She has all her teeth. I don’t know what her sister’s doing. Hey! It’s too early! It’s too early! Now, Craig, you know what your problem is? You have no game. Now, your father, he got game. Bye-bye, honey. Um-hmm. Oh, I didn’t say I was cooking nothin’ for you. This for me. Have some cereal. Use water. It won’t hurt. Huh?”
“Craig, tell that little girl to stop playing on my phone. Joi. She keeps calling and hanging up, and I know it’s her ’cause I star-79ed her, and she hung up again. Now, I don’t like her disrespecting my house. Now, you tell her I said to stop it, all right? Hi, Smokey. What time your mama leavin’?”
“Craig, I’m on my way to work. Make sure if you leave, you lock up the house. And answer the phone. The cable people are supposed to call. Oh. Look at her. She ought to be ashamed of herself, coming out looking like that. Hey, girl! Fine. I’m on my way to work. Okay.”
Dana Jones
“Mom, you got some glue? My track slipped out. You need a job. I told you to hook yourself up. You need to hook up them clippers and get that back of the neck. Oh! My ride. Bye, mama. Bye, daddy.”
Debbie
“Hi, you guys.”
Big Worm
“How much you got left? You still ain’t sold that weed, Smokey? I don’t think you’re applying yourself, Smokey. You smoking my shit? You smoking my shit? I don’t wanna have to fuck you up, Smokey. Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions. We’ll see.”
“You smokin’ my weed, too? I’m gonna kill you and Smokey ’cause you playin’ with my emotions. You heard? Ruff ruff ruff!”
Deebo
“You what? Roll the dice. Hold my money. Watch him. What bike? Oh, that bike. I didn’t know you wanted it back, homie. It’s right here. Follow me, homes. Cool. That’s my bike, punk! You want some of this, too, old man? Huh?”
“What’s up, Smoke? What you got on my drink? Don’t lie. What you got, Craig? Y’all some high rollers, and y’all broke. What’s up, Stanley? Well fuck you, then, punk. Stanley left his window open, man. Come on, Smoke. Let’s go in. Stop being a bitch and come on! Craig… if somebody comes… whistle. You don’t get involved, I’ll go knock yo’ ass out, too. Make a choice.”
“Hurry up. Hurry up. Come on. Get your feet down. Come on, man. Move. This fool’s scary, man, he didn’t even– his scary ass didn’t want to touch nothin’. We spent the whole time arguing. I got about $200.”
Joi
“Who the fuck you go to the show with last night? You ain’t got to lie, Craig. You ain’t got to lie! Yes, you did, ’cause my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Traci, she told me she went to the show last night and she saw you there all hugged up with some tramp. Now tell me who she was. Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah. Well, let me tell you what. You just tell that bitch, whoever she is, when I catch her, I’m gonna beat her ass!”
South Central L.A.
“Good morning. Are you prepared for Jehovah’s return? Because if you’re not, I have a pamphlet here that– well fuck you. Half-dead mother fucker. Come on, sister. Come on, sister.”
“What’s up, Craig? Ain’t nobody gonna knock over your stupid trash cans. Man, shut up, punk! I’m gonna knock over your trash cans anyway.”
“Deebo. Can I talk to you for a second? Pop’s tripping, man. He wants me to ask for my bike back. You know I wouldn’t trip. Beach cruiser– the one I let you use a couple of weeks ago. The one I been asking you about. Yeah, it’s just like it’s both of ours. We just keep it down at my house. No! Get off your ass and get in this car. Boy, I don’t know why you come down here messing with these people. Hurry up!”
“Excuse me. Could y’all stay off my grass, please? Thank you.”
“Damn, Smoke! What you doin’ knockin’ like you the damn police? I’m in here on the phone! Stop slamming my goddamn door. Ha ha ha! Yes, I did! Smokey, I need you to go to the store and get me some cigarettes. Make it enough.”
“Oh, yeah! Smokey! Smokey! Smokey, Smokey, Smokey, Smokey, Smokey, Smokey. Let me wash your car for $2.00. No, man, Smoke– I don’t smoke no more, man. Come on, man, buy me a 40-ounce for my birthday. What’s today? All right. Whaaa! Oh, I’m shot. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m hurt! Aah! Oh! Aah! I’m suing y’all! Oh, I’m hurt! Oh, my neck! My back! My neck and my back! Oh! I want 150,000, but we can settle out of court right now for 20 bucks. Man, get your punk ass up. It ain’t even wet over here. Damn! Hey, look here, man, just give me $10, and I won’t say nothin’. Get out. 2.50 and a Jawbreaker? Get out! A dollar and some envelopes? Man, you know how much money you can get for a slip and fall in a store? Get out. You wrong, brother. You wrong. You wrong. Brother, stay black. Hey, thanks, Smoke. I’ll be there. All right! Grr!”
“Hi, boys. What did you say, honey? Hey, how you doing? Call me when you get home.”
“How you doin’, brother Craig? How you doing? I see. By chance, is Sister Jones in? Excuse me, brother. What we call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church we call a sinny-sin-sin. Why don’t you just give me a little bit for my cataracts? It’s better to give than receive, my brother. Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd. He know what I want. Excuse me, brother. Mrs. Parker? Mrs. Parker, can I talk to you?”
“What’s up, Smokey? Ha ha ha ha! So you decided to smoke with the big boy’s yeah Smokey? Shut up and take a hit. Hey, take it easy homes. Homes, serio, take it easy ese. It’s angel dust homes. Got a little prayer… aah! Aah! Quit playing! Quit playing! Quit playing! Quit playing! Stop man! Quit playing! Aah! I’m gonna knock them over next week, punk. Man, y’all some busters. Y’all can’t see me, punks.”
“Oh, man, come on! Goddamn! Baby. Baby, we was just prayin’. We were just prayin’! Aah! Oh, you! Man, if I– I’ll kill him! I’m gonna kill him! Baby, we was just prayin’. Goddamn devil! It wasn’t even that good, baby. I’m gonna kill you. Yeah, I know. Aah! Ohh. Look, fellas. I asked you nicely. Well, now I’m getting very irritated. For the last time, would you please stay off my… frigging grass! Please! Thank you.”
“What’s up, Craig? What’s up, Smokey? What y’all smokin’ on? Oh. I need to borrow your car right quick. Let me borrow a joint. I’m gonna remember that. Craig? Damn. Y’all stingy.”
