"Hypebeasts"

) -If you have money, you can buy anything.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Ronny: All right.

Size?

-Justine: 10.

-Ronny: Color?

-Justine: Blue.

-Ronny: Size?

-Justine: 10.

-Ronny: Color?

-Justine: Blue.

Danny: Damn.

Look at this line.

Mike: Next.

Ronny: All right, Jus.

Tell me again.

Justine: Size 10.

-Ronny: In?

-Justine: In blue!

For the...10 millionth time.

I'm not gonna forget those two things.

Ronny: Relax.

I just need to make sure.

Justine: [ Scoffs ] Danny: Yo, I heard they only got 100 pairs, man.

We shouldn't have stopped to get her stupid boba.

Justine: No one said you had to come with my and my brother, okay?

Go there and wait in line by yourself.

Ronny: Should be fine.

Everybody always hits up the Foot Locker anyway.

Danny: True.

Jerome: Hurry your...up.

You ready for this?

-Frank: ...no.

I hate this Black Friday type... And you touch my...again, I'll shove your head up there.

-Jerome: Doubt it.

-Frank: Smell your fingers now.

-Jerome: Let's go.

-Danny: Hey.

I'm telling you, man, just sell that pair Justine gets for you.

Ronny: See, this is why you ain't a true sneakerhead, okay?

It's one to rock, one to stock.

Danny: Yo, why you got to make me feel all small like that, though?

I'm a real sneakerhead.

-Justine: Wait.

How much can you get for them?

-Danny: Probably a "G." -Justine: What?

Danny, you didn't tell me -- I should keep them.

Ronny: Hey.

Justine: Calm down.

Jerome: Can I get everyone's attention?

Let me lay down some rules.

At 8:00 a.m., we'll open the doors to one customer at a time.

Each customer is allowed to buy one pair.

I repeat -- one pair, each.

Not my decision.

Justine: Really?

A "G"?

Danny: Yeah, it's a lucrative business.

I mean, how you think I stay this fly, huh?

Mike: Edward?

Edward?

Number 3 with mash -- Edward.

Next.

-Jerome: Yo, real talk.

Let's make this fun for everyone.

Eric: Yo, once I cop them joints, player, I'm gonna look sick as... Sam: Yo, yo, yo.

It ain't possible, dawg.

With those glasses, you look like Santa Claus.

Eric: Yo, I told you my contacts was bugging, dawg.

At least I ain't got no braces.

Eddie: Yo!

Watch out for the sneaks.

Charles: You don't have to wear them to work.

-Eddie: What was that?

-Mike: what did you say...?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Next.

Hello?

Next.

Dang it, man.

This shift's going by so...slow.

Eddie: Just ready to get in line already.

Tyler: Come on.

Hurry up and pose.

I don't got all day.

Earl: You have all night.

Ray: Yo, make sure you get my kicks in there this time.

Tyler: All right, but yo, just stand closer together, 'cause I can't get you both in the screen with this cropping... Ray: Aw, come on, man.

Tyler: Yo, you want you this on the popular page or not?

Earl: Yo, take the damn picture already, bro!

-Tyler: Three, two, one -- -Earl: Who the... says "popular page" -- -Tyler: Whoo-hoo!

This is dope.

Now look.

Peep this.

Peep this.

Woman #1: Have you seen that weave?

Woman #2: Oh, don't you even be joking about that hood rat.

-Diane: What's this for?

-Elena: What?

-Diane: What's this line for?

-Elena: Sneakers.

Diane: All this for shoes?

Elena: If I told you it was for that Chanel purse, would you still be looking down at us and...?

...bye.

Brian: Yes, honey.

Keep it moving.

Kelly: Damn, Elena.

Why you got to be such a...?

Elena: 'Cause she trying to play us.

Ugh!

Where the hell is he?

Mike: She's gonna save our spots, right?

-Eddie: Yeah.

-Mike: All right.

Next.

Oh, come on.

Just order, you chinks.

Damn.

Move up.

Next!

Ronny: Come on.

Let's go.

Hi, uh... Can I get a number 6 with a Coke, please?

What do you guys want?

-Justine: Uh... Ronny: Hurry up.

You still don't know?

-Danny: Number 8.

-Justine: Get me a number 7, but with cheese sticks.

-Eddie: Name?

Danny: Yo, should I just not drink anything?

-Eddie: Name?

-Danny: I don't want to have to go pee.

-Ronny: Oh, my God.

Danny: Remember last time, those girls gave me... for peeing on the wall.

-Ronny: Sorry about that.

Number 8 and a number 7 with cheese sticks.

Thank you.

-Justine: Thank you.

Jerome: All right, fellas.

I'm out.

See you in the morning.

Get some rest.

Oh, wait.

You can't.

-Jim: Whatever.

-Frank: I hate that...guy.

Yo, what'd I tell you?

No skating over here.

Man: Hey, yo, Joe Pesci!

Danny: Yo, come on, it's 8:00 already.

Justine: They forgot to give me my cheese sticks.

Ronny: You can have some of my fries.

Let's go.

-Justine: No, I'm not gonna wait all night without my...cheese sticks.

Ronny: We can't get back in line.

Justine: Just check the receipt.

Did you pay for them?

Ronny: See, no.

They didn't -- Justine: That... Danny: Yo, you really want to get back in that line again?

Guys, yo, they're just cheese sticks!

Danny: For real.

Justine: What are you laughing about?

This isn't funny.

Come on.

Let's go back and complain.

Let's go!

Come on!

Let's go!

Ronny: We can't be late.

Danny: Let's go.

Justine: We got to do something.

Ronny: Look, we don't have time for this, all right?

It doesn't matter.

Fetti: What's good, what's good, y'all?

It's your girl Fetti D'Biasi kicks on the line.

See that sneaker fiend.

We out here, checking out who's copping all these new Supernovas.

What's good?

How long y'all been out?

Gegatwins: Since 4:00 a.m. -Fetti: Oh, word?

-Sam: Yo, we done been out here since Wednesday.

Eric: Yeah!

That's what's up!

Sam: Yeah!

Yeah, boy, yeah.

Fetti: That means you guys haven't showered since Wednesday.

Eric: No, ma'am.

Whoo!

Fetti: All right.

Props to all the sneakerheads on the line.

Man: Yeah, boy!

Danny: Whew.

All right, yo.

We should be good.

Hey, is that Fetti?

Y'all ain't in that video.

Spot me some fries, man.

What's up, ladies?

I said, "what's up, ladies?"

How are you?

What's going on?

You good?

Ronny: You want some of my fries?

Justine: Are they cheese sticks?

Then no.

Ronny: You're right.

It's stupid.

That guy is stupid, but you can't get worked up about every stupid person you meet.

Danny: Y'all need anything, just let me know.

[ Coughing ] Ronny: There's too many of them.

Justine: You're my big brother.

You're supposed to have my back.

Danny: I can handle both of y'all.

[ Scoffs ] You know what I mean.

Yeah, that's about it.

Anyways, yeah, it's all on you, anyway.

Woman: Well, we've been waiting for such a long time.

Are they gonna let us in?

Danny: I'll keep y'all company.

All right?

Anyway, okay.

Danny: Should put your number right here, actually.

Yeah, right -- yeah.

Elena: Ew, what is she drinking?

Fish eggs.

[ Laughs ] Kelly: It's those Asian drinks.

They're pretty good.

Elena: Uh, that's nasty.

Probably made of dog or something.

Brian: Mm-hmm.

[ Laughter ] Frank: Yo, I'm gonna take a piss.

You want some coffee?

Jim: Yeah, black.

Ronny: Yo, what are you doing?

Don't do that.

He might choke.

Justine: That's what I want.

Ronny: Yo, man.

Come on.

Let's play some cards or something.

Wake up.

Danny: Give me that.

Justine: That's my card, you... Eddie: Hey!

Elena: Yo, where the hell have you been?

Eddie: I told you I had work.

Elena: Till 1:00 a.m.?

Mike: Oh, you in trouble, man.

You better handle that.

Woman: Yo, get to the back of the line!

Woman #2: Get to the back of the line!

Man: Go to the back of the line!

-Woman #1: Back of the line!

-Woman #2: Hello?

Come on.

Ronny: Hey, hey, hey.

What are you doing?

Just leave it alone.

-Justine: No, it's not right.

I'm not gonna stand behind these clowns.

Hold this.

Excuse me.

You guys need to get to the back of the line.

Elena: You don't appreciate me.

Eddie: Baby, I do appreciate you.

Justine: Hello.

Hey, you.

Mister ching chong?

Yeah, really funny.

Remember me?

Get to the back of the line.

Elena: I've been saving their spots, so chill out.

Justine: No way, you're pissing off a lot of people behind you.

-Elena: Hold off.

-Justine: Have another abortion and stay out of this.

-Ronny: Okay.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

Stop it.

-Elena: What?

Justine: If you guys don't get to the back of the line, I'm gonna tell that security guard.

He'll kick you all out.

Brian: Just go to the back man, I don't want to lose my spot.

Mike: Shut the...

It ain't gonna happen.

Eddie: Hey, yo.

Tell your little snitch to calm down.

Danny: Hey, man, that's not cool, all right?

Eddie: Oh, yeah?

What you gonna do about it?

Pull out yo nunchucks?

Just 'cause you got those Galactics on your feet don't make you better than me.

What, you think you hard?

Jeremy Lin's been inflating y'all...egos.

I swear.

You ain't black, son.

You ain't never gonna be black.

Ronny: Just get in the back of the line before you get us all kicked out, all right?

James: Yo, quit messing and leave him alone.

Yo, just go to the back.

Eddie: Mind your business.

Mike: Yo, Eddie.

I Think Pacman and Bruce Ree are trying to fight you, man.

Justine: Shut the... Elena: Whoa!

Mike: What?

Jim: Hurry up, Frank.

Al: Yeah, that's fresh coffee from yesterday.

Frank: [ Chuckles ] I bet it is.

Spam, huh?

Still with the Spam.

You know, Spam's popular in Hawaii.

They do cook-off contests.

Al: Oh, please.

I'll put some pineapple in it.

You call it Hawaiian Spam.

-Frank: No.

-Eddie: Let's go.

Let's go.

I'm ready.

Justine: Don't let them talk to us like that.

Danny: Yeah, don't let them talk to us like that.

Ronny: Look, I don't want to fight, all right?

I just want sneakers.

Mike: He just wants his sneakers.

Eddie: Us too... chinks.

[ Snickering ] Mike: Be cool.

[ Snickers ] Justine: Figures.

♪♪ Man: Dude, what the...?!

Man: Don't!

Don't!

Chill!

Chill!

[ All yelling ] Elena: Stop.

Stop.

Man: Chill.

[ All yelling ] Danny: Aah.

Elena: Eddie?

Don't!

Eddie!

Danny: [ Grunts ] Frank: Hey!

Cut that out!

Nobody's getting any shoes.

[ All yelling ] [ All cheering ] Justine: Ronny!

Ronny!

[ Siren chirps in distance ] Man: Yeah, that's mine.

The cops are coming.

Come on.

[ Siren wailing ] Ronny: Justine!

Danny!

Justine!

Justine: Ronny!

-Justine: Ronny!

-Ronny: Justine!

-Justine: Aah!

-Ronny: Jus, come on.

Where is Danny?

Justine: I don't know where he is?

Ronny: There.

There.

Over there.

Ronny: I'm sorry, Justine.

Justine: I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

Ronny: No, it's not your fault, all right?

And it wasn't mine, either.

Do you understand me?

You okay?

We need to go.

Come on.

I got you.

Danny: Whoa!

Hey.

Ronny: Damn it.

Danny: Ooh.

So you do care about me, huh?

Justine: Are you serious?

Danny: What?

-Ronny: Leave them.

-Danny: But I -- -Ronny: I said leave them.

Danny: Aw, all right.

Ronny: Come on.

Danny: Damn, I got hit in the freaking eye for those kicks.

I got a black eye for those damn sneakers.

Justine: Go!

God, we should have just left you there.

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