Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back


Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back
Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back

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Jay (As a little kid): Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
Jay: --fuck, fuck, fuck, mother-mother fuck, mother-mother fuck-fuck! Mother fuck-, mother-fuck, noinch-noinch, noinch, 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4, noinch, noinch, noinch, smoking weed, smoking weed, doing coke, drinking beers! Drinking beers, beers, beers, rolling fatties, smoking blunts! Who smokes the blunts? We smoke the blunts! Rolling blunts, and smoking...
Teen 1: Ah, Lemme get a nickel bag.
Jay: Fifteen bucks, little man. Put that shit in my hand. If that money doesn't show, then you owe-me-owe-me-owe.
My Jungle Love! Yeah, Oh-we-oh-we-oh! I think I want to know ya', know ya' -- Yeah, What!
Teen 1: What the hell are you singing?
Jay: You don't know "Jungle Love"? That shit is the mad notes. Written by God Herself and handed down to the greatest band in the world -- the motherfucking Time.
Teen 2: You mean the guys in that Prince movie?
Silent Bob: Yeah, Purple Rain.
Teen 2: That shit was so gay--fucking eighties style... Hey!
Jay: Don't you NEVER say an unkind word about The Time! Me and Silent Bob modeled our whole fucking lifes around Morris Day and Jerome! I'm a smooth pimp who loves the pussy, and Tubby here's my black manservant! What!
Randal: What'd I tell you two about dealing in front of the store? Now drop the kid and peddle your wares someplace else, burn-boy.
And for the record, The Time sucked ass.


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Kevin Smith &
Jason Mews

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Holden: Well, Look at these morose motherfuckers right here. Smell's like somebody shit in their cereal, Bung! ha, ha, ha.