| Carl:
| Hey, man, what'chu doin'! Diggin' graves?
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| Ryder:
| Damn, where the fuck I put it, man!
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| Ryder:
| Man, the fucking water! I need a little something before I go deal with things!
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| Ryder:
| My homie, LB, he told me about this army motherfucker who's got all the guns we need! Not that old school Emmet bullshit neither.
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| Carl:
| I'm down, let's roll.
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| Ryder:
| Yeah, you always down, homie. Apart from when you ain't around here.
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| Ryder:
| Damn! Man, you want some of this?
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| Carl:
| Nah, man. I'm cool on that. Where we going?
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| Ryder:
| This till overlooking East Beach. Better yet, we better wait until it's dark, catch the motherfucker while he in bed.
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| Carl:
| Yeah, I'm feeling that.
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| Ryder starts digging around in his garden again.
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| Ryder:
| Yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it... C'mon ni**a, what you waiting for? Look!
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| Ryder:
| Where is this old motherfucker? Where in hell is he?
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| Carl:
| Relax man. We ain't there yet.
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| Ryder:
| Yeah, right, Carl. You always right. That's my homie, Mister Right.
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| Ryder:
| You can't stop me.
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| Carl and Ryder arrive at the Colonel's house. Carl parks the van outside the house and both he and Ryder alight.
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| Ryder:
| Let's storm the place.
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| Carl:
| Hold up. Let's creep in, grab the guns, and bounce out.
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| Ryder:
| Yeah, yeah, I got it - ninja style! Right... (shouts) Come out you old bastard!
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| Ryder:
| He can't stop me, you buster, Carl! Ok, fool, in you go - I'll keep watch
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| Carl enters the Colonel's house and steals the weapons crates located around the house. If he makes too much noise at first...
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| Colonel:
| (still asleep) Get off my ridge, you Viet Cong bastards!
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| After collecting all the crates, Carl and Ryder get back in the van.
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| Carl:
| Let's get up out of here.
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| Carl and Ryder leave the area and drive to the lockup.
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| Ryder:
| A'ight, now we straight. LB's got a storage garage down on Seville Boulevard Families' turf we can use
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| Carl:
| I'm on it. Seriously, Ryder man, you gotta give up them sticks.
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| Ryder:
| What? I'll give up the water if you give up being a busta.
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| Carl:
| Hold it right there, homie.
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| Carl:
| One day, you're gonna wish you hadn't pissed me off!
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| Ryder:
| Did I hear something? Sounded like the busta complaining again.
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| Carl:
| Man, this is childish.
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| Ryder:
| Man, I ain't talking to you no more, fool.
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| Carl arrives at the lockup and parks the van inside. Carl and Ryder exit the lockup.
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| Ryder:
| You see, I told you, simple.
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| CJ:
| Yeah, that was a real breeze.
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| Ryder:
| Say, CJ, you gotta get it in your head that this is everyday shit, homie.
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| CJ:
| Ok, look, I'm tired, I'll see you later.
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| Ryder:
| Alright, homes. Just think about what I said.
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| Ryder departs to see CJ back at Grove Street.
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