Anuvahood (2011)

Adam Deacon: Kenneth

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Quotes 

• Shopkeeper : Why do you want bloody fruitellas?

  Kenneth : Because I like them init why you asking me for blud, its a badman sweet you get me?

• Kenneth : My name is K Blood, not Kenneth.

• Tyrone : [Sniffing]  I smell something. Mm, I know that smell, blud. If man's calculations is correct, that's the smell of *piff*, blud!

  Kenneth : Yeah, I had a little zoot earlier.

  Tyrone : Don't take man for a mongoose, blud! Can't disrespect man's intelligence out here, rudeboy. Man's nose *knows* what it's smelling, innit?

  [sniffs] 

  Tyrone : You shotting piff, blud?

  Kenneth : Nah, blud.

  Tyrone : Oh, my days! Why you calling me blud for, blud? Do me and you look the same? I don't think so! You look like one kind of Indian blud to me.

  Kenneth : I ain't even Indian, man

  Tyrone : [looks at the others]  So, where's this weed, then, blud?

  Kenneth : We ain't got no weed, man.

  Tyrone : I smell porky pies, blud. Yep. Don't chat shit to me, blud. Couple man just told me you licked them a tens, innit? I know these tings, blud. Ha-ha-ha! Look, man, man just wants to cop a little ting off you. You get me, fam?

  Kenneth : You got your own food, though.

  Tyrone : There's a drought, fam! Man can't get nothing still!

  [Tyrone puts Kenneth in headlock] 

  Tyrone : - All right, all right, all right. Cool, man.

  Kenneth : Aah!

  Tyrone : Come on, blud. Man's bless out here, fam. I just wanna get a little high tonight, man.

  Kenneth : All right, all right, all right!

  [Tyrone releases him] 

  Tyrone : K, man... Read more:

  Kenneth : I gotta.

  Tyrone : Give me a fat juicy score ting, blud.

  Kenneth : Which one did you want, blud?

  Tyrone : Hmm.

  [sniffs weed, licks lips] 

  Tyrone : Actually... all of it.

  [snatches the entire bag of weed and runs down the steps laughing] 

  Kenneth : Come on, man!

  Tyrone : Oh, my God! Man's so unpredictable out here! Man said he wasn't gonna rob them, but man just turned around and robbed him, Standard Procedures! Man took down the sign!

  [runs back up steps, sniffs the bag] 

  Tyrone : there's a *lot* of weed in there, innit, though, blud? So, what, are you some kind of shotter now, blud? Think you're a badman now?

  Kenneth : Nah, man, I just.

  Tyrone : amn right you're not a badboy, blud! Shit! Now, true say, man didn't even want to rob you, man, today. It's like you was asking for it! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Shit. - Man's gonna get so high tonight, blud.

  Lesoi : Blud, I beg you allow it, man.

  Tyrone : OH MY DAYS! Is Mr Miyagi trying to make communication? with me, blud? Like man knows me? Man's gonna have to get jacked for that, blud. Jackanory time! Next Hype!

  Lesoi : Allow it, man.

  [Tyrone frisks him and steals his PSP] 

  Tyrone : Ha! Bo! That's my little sister's Christmas present sorted still!

  T.J. : Listen, I'd love to stay and jam, yeah, but I gotta do my mum's braids, OK?

  Tyrone : Nah, blud. You need to be taking them creps off right about now, rudeboy.

  T.J. : What, again?

  Tyrone : Take the creps *off*, blud.

  T.J. : But they don't even fit you!

  Tyrone : Little perseverance, man can squeeze into them still.

  [Tunde Whimpers] 

  Tyrone : You're not gonna cry, are you, blud?

  T.J. : [blatanly lying]  No!

  Tyrone : Tell your mum safe for the creps!

  T.J. : Oh, this is emotional, man!

  [Sobbing] 

  T.J. : I'm telling my mum, man!

  [runs away]