- Oh, shit!- Hands up, don't shoot!
- Get the fuck out.
Wait, just the white boy.
You two dark ones can stay.
- Aight, let's dip, y'all.
- Mmm, cocoa butter.That takes me back.
- Aw, hell, no.
- And barrel roll.
Hands up, assholes.
- Not you, Milton.You're fine.
- Don't worry, fellas.I got this.
- What are you boys doingin this neighborhood, huh?
- Wouldn't be looting,would you?
- Sir, we were just--
- Hey, did I tell you to talk?
- You might wantto watch that lip, son.
It sounds aggressive,
and I'm starting to fearfor my life right now.
- You only stopped us'cause we black,
you dirty-ass pigs.
I got it all on tape.
- Look, guns!
- Get over here![indistinct shouting]
- No, no, not my Taser.
This doesn't feel good.
No, no, the other shoehas dropped.
- Come on, Milk.