- Sheneneh: [comes out of her apartment and sees Gina and Pam moving boxes] Ah! Well, well, well! Looky, looky, looky, looky, looky! Oh, I guess Martin done finally kicked you to the curb, huh, Gina? Well, send me a postcard from Bourgie-ville. Aha! Oh-ba-da...
- Gina: For your information, Sheneneh...
- [Sheneneh turns around and both are face to face with each other]
- Gina: Oh, yes. I'm here.
- Sheneneh: Oh, you're here?
- Gina: Oh, yes.
- Sheneneh: Well then say what you gotta say before I tear it. What's happening? What's happ...
- Gina: I am not moving out. I'm moving in.
- Sheneneh: [gasps] No! Pose. No!
- Gina: Yes.
- Sheneneh: You don't have my permission to move up in here!
- Pam: Permission? Puh-lease. You ain't got to explain nothin' to her.
- Sheneneh: Doot, doot! Doot-doot-doot! Must time repeat itself?
- [Motions Gina to move out of her way]
- Sheneneh: Move it along, move it along, bring it across! Now -
- [Turns back to Gina who is close on her]
- Sheneneh: - would you back up off me... rowr-rowr... before I tear it right down the middle? I'll snatch your grill from you. I'll snatch it. Take all your frets.
- [Turns back to Pam]
- Sheneneh: Now... I was not even talkin' to you, Cujo! I happen to be 3rd Floor Captain in this here building, a'ight? A'ight?
- [Has here finger in Pam's face. Pam puts hers up to move Sheneneh's out of the way]
- Pam: You better get that finger out...
- Sheneneh: Don't you touch -
- [Pam's finger breaks off Sheneneh's nail]
- Sheneneh: Bitch done broke my nail!
- [Both prepare to scrap]
- Gina: Oh, no! Sheneneh, just stop it! Come on now!
- Sheneneh: [after spotting Gina and Pam with a couple of moving boxes] Hey! Well, well, well. Lookie, lookie, lookie, lookie. Huh, I guess Martin finally done kicked you to the curb, huh, Gina? Well, send me a post card from Bougieville, aw-awight?
- Sheneneh: [comes out of her apartment and sees Gina and Pam moving boxes] Ah! Well, well, well! Looky, looky, looky, looky, looky! Oh, I guess Martin done finally kicked you to the curb, huh, Gina? Well, send me a postcard from Bourgie-ville. Aha!
- [sings]
- Sheneneh: Oh-ba-da...
- Gina: For your information, Sheneneh...
- [Sheneneh turns around and both are face to face with each other]
- Gina: Oh, yes. I'm here.
- Sheneneh: Oh, you're here?
- Sheneneh: Well then say what you gotta say before I tear it. What's happening? What's happ...
- Gina: I am not moving out. I'm moving in.
- Sheneneh: [gasps] No! Pause. NOOOO!
- Gina: Yes.
- Sheneneh: You don't have my permission to move up in here!
- Pam: Permission? Puh-lease! You ain't got to explain nothin' to her.
- Sheneneh: Doot, doot! Doot-doot-doot! Must time repeat itself?
- [Motions Gina to move out of her way]
- Sheneneh: Move it along, move it along, bring it across! Now -
- [Turns back to Gina who is close on her]
- Sheneneh: Would you back up off me - rowr-rowr - before I tear it right down the middle? I'll snatch your grill from you. I'll snatch it. Take all your fronts.
- [Turns back to Pam]
- Sheneneh: Now... I was not even talkin' to you, Cujo! I happen to be 3rd Floor Captain in this here building, a'ight? A'ight!
- Pam: [Has here finger in Pam's face. Pam puts hers up to move Sheneneh's out of the way] You better get that finger out...
- Sheneneh: Don't you touch -
- [Pam's finger breaks off Sheneneh's nail]
- Sheneneh: Bitch done broke my nail!
- Pam: [Both prepare to scrap and Gina tries to break it up] Oh, no! Sheneneh, just stop it! Come on now!