(Franklin and Lamar walk towards the front door)

Lamar Davis: Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?

Franklin Clinton: Man, ♥♥♥♥ you. I'll see you at work.

Lamar Davis: Ah, ni**a, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, ni**a. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ on your ♥♥♥♥. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop ♥♥♥♥♥♥' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ with. Ni**a...

(Lamar begins to walk away)

Franklin Clinton: What? Hmph.