My turn.
50: How’d you get back here?
Nathan: I don’t know. I guess that’s not very realistic. Nice show, by the way.
50: You loved it?
Nathan: Well, I didn’t hate it, so I guess that means I had to love it. You know, I only got two choices, here. Kinda like in New Hampshire, where the state motto is Live Free or Die, I mean which would you chose?
50: Livin’ free, no doubt.
Nathan: Yeah, so I’ll take love over hate any day. Is that chick sucking you off?
50: Don’t change the subject. 50 wise to that white-boy cerebral bullshit. What I wanta know is, if you had as many choices as there are hairs on this bitch’s bobbing head, what would you say about my show?
Nathan: My favorite part was the part where you just started shooting members of the audience. That’s always good for a laugh.
50: Yeah man. I liked when that Ricky Williams looking motherfucker’s head came apart like a cantaloupe hit with a sledge.
Nathan: Blood all over the fat bitch behind him.
50: And his momma screamin, ‘why oh why!’
Nathan: Yeah. That’s the shit. You can keep that in your act for forever as far as I’m concerned.
50: Oh yeah, you stick with the classics.






