Take dialogue from movies and use Gizoogle Textilizer to make it more diverse for the modern audience
"Mace Windu: In tha name of tha Galactic Senate of tha Republic, you under arrest, Chancellor.
Supreme Chancellor: Is you threatenin me, Masta Jedi?
Mace Windu: Da senate will decizzle yo' fate.
Supreme Chancellor: [now bustin lyrics as Darth Sidious] I AM tha senate!
Mace Windu: Not yet.
[the Chancellor/Darth Sidious rises slowly, n' his fuckin lightsaber snaps ta his hand from his sleeve]
Supreme Chancellor: It aint nuthin but treason, then.. fo' realz. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"
Obi-Wan: Yo ass was tha chosen one biaaatch! Dat shiznit was holla'd dat you would destroy tha Sith, not join dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Yo ass was ta brang balizzle ta tha force, not leave it up in darkness.
Anakin Skywalker: [shouts] I don't give a fuck bout you, biatch.
Obi-Wan: Yo ass was mah brother, Anakin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I loved you, biatch.
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Supreme Chancellor: [lookin a lil frustrated] Did yo dirty ass eva hear tha fuck up of Darth Plagueis "the wise"?
Anakin Skywalker: No.
Supreme Chancellor: I thought not. It aint nuthin but not a rap tha Jedi would rap , biatch. It aint nuthin but a Sith legend yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of tha Sith whoz ass lived nuff muthafuckin years ago yo. Dude was so bangin n' so wise dat his schmoooove ass could use tha Force ta influence tha midichlorians ta create game.. yo. Dude had such a knowledge of tha dark side dat his schmoooove ass could even keep tha ones his schmoooove ass cared bout from dying.
Anakin Skywalker: Dude could do that, biatch? Dude could straight-up save playas from dirtnap?
Supreme Chancellor: Da dark side of tha Force be a pathway ta nuff abilitizzles some consider ta be unnatural.
Anakin Skywalker: What happened ta him?
Supreme Chancellor: Dude became so powerful... tha only thang da thug was afraid of was losin his thugged-out lil' power, which eventually, of course, da ruffneck done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unfortunately, tha pimpin' muthafucka taught his thugged-out apprentice every last muthafuckin thang he knew, n' then one night, his thugged-out apprentice capped his ass up in his chill. It aint nuthin but ironic dat his schmoooove ass could save others from dirtnap yo, but not his dirty ass.
Anakin Skywalker: Is it possible ta learn dis power?
Supreme Chancellor: Not from a Jed
Mace Windu: Da oppression of tha Sith aint NEVER gonna return! You, mah lord, have lost!
Supreme Chancellor: [speakin as Darth Sidious] No... no... no! YO ASS MUST DIE!
Darth Vader: There is no escape biaaatch! Don't make me destroy you, biatch. Luke, you do not yet realize yo' importance. You've only begun ta discover yo' juice playa! Join me, n' I'ma complete yo' hustlin! With our combined strength, we can end dis destructizzle conflict, n' brang order ta tha galaxy.
Luke Skywalker: [angrily] I be bout ta never join you, nahmean biiiatch?
Vader: If only you knew tha juice of tha Dark Side. Obi-Wan never holla'd at you what tha fuck happened ta yo' father.
Luke: Dude holla'd at mah crazy ass enough! Dude holla'd at mah crazy ass you capped him!
Vader: Fuck dat shit, I be yo' father.
Luke: [shocked] No. No! Thatz not true biaaatch! Thatz impossible!
Vader: Search yo' vibe; you know it ta be true!
Luke: NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!!
Vader: Luke, you can destroy tha Emperor yo. Dude has foreseen all dis bullshit. Well shiiiit, it is yo' destiny dawwwwg! Join me, n' together, we can rule tha galaxy as daddy n' son! Come wit mah dirty ass. Well shiiiit, it is tha only way. [Luke lets go of tha projection n' falls tha fuck into tha shaft]
I don't like sand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It aint nuthin but coarse n' irritatin n' it gets everywhere
Padme: We used ta come here fo' school retreat. Us thugs would swim ta dat island every last muthafuckin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha gin n juice n' shit. We used ta lie up on tha sand n' let tha sun dry our asses n' try ta guess tha namez of tha birdz rappin.
Anakin: I don't like sand. It aint nuthin but coarse n' rough n' irritatin n' it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here every last muthafuckin thang is soft n' smooth.
Gittes: - I be bout ta make it easy as fuck . --Yo ass were
jealous, you fought, he fell, hit
his head -- dat shiznit was a accident --
but his wild lil' freakadelic hoe be a witness. You've
had ta pay her off. Yo ass don't have
the stomach ta harm her yo, but you've
got tha scrilla ta shut her up. Yes yes y'all, or
no?
Evelyn: ...No
Gittes: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is she, biatch? And don't give me that
crap bout it bein yo' sister.
Yo ass aint gots a sister.
Evelyn: I be bout ta rap tha real deal...
[Gittes smiles]
Gittes: Thatz good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Now whatz her name?
Evelyn: Katherine.
Gittes: Katherine? Katherine who?
Evelyn: shez mah daughter
[Gittes stares at her. He's been charged with anger and when
Evelyn says this it explodes. He hits her full in the face.
Evelyn stares back at him. The blow has forced tears from
her eyes, but she makes no move, not even to defend herself]
Gittes: I holla'd tha real deal!
Evelyn: she mah sista
[Gittes slaps her again]
Evelyn [continuing]: shez mah daughter
[Gittes slaps her again]
Evelyn [continuing]: my sister.
[He hits her again]
Evelyn [continuing]: My fuckin daughter, mah sister
[He belts her finally, knocking her into a cheap Chinese vase
which shatters and she collapses on the sofa, sobbing]
Gittes: I holla'd I want tha real deal.
Evelyn [almost screaming it]: Dat hoe mah sista n' mah daughter!
I gots a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass feelin bout this
"I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, biatch."
"I know."
What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills.
I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta me but just another target. I'ma wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics.
Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, fucker n' shiznit fo' realz. As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced right now so you betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands.
Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' fuckin tongue.
But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit.
You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.
Alright then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Two of 'em. Both had mah daddy up in 'em . It aint nuthin but peculiar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I be olda now then he eva was by twenty years. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So up in a sense tha pimpin' muthafucka tha younger man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Anyway, first one I don't remember too well but dat shiznit was bout meetin his ass up in hood somewhere, he gonna break me off some scrilla. I be thinkin I lost dat shit. Da second one, dat shiznit was like we was both back up in olda times n' I was on horseback goin' all up in tha mountainz of a night. Goin' all up in dis pass up in tha mountains. Dat shiznit was cold n' there was snow on tha ground n' he rode past me n' kept on goin'. Never holla'd nothin' goin' by yo. Dude just rode on past... n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had his blanket wrapped round his ass n' his head down n' when he rode past I peeped da thug was carryin' fire up in a horn tha way playas used ta do n' I could peep tha horn from tha light inside of dat shit. 'Bout tha color of tha moon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And up in tha trip I knew dat da thug was goin' on ahead n' da thug was fixin' ta cook up a gangbangin' fire somewhere up there up in all dat dark n' all dat cold, n' I knew dat whenever I gots there da thug would be there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho fo' realz. And then I woke up...
wtf is wrong with you people, just started taking ebonics 101 or something?
Beavis: Yo Butt-head, do dis Pantera muthafucka eva chillax?
Butt-head: Uhh, I don't be thinkin so. This muthafuckaz daddy must have kicked his thugged-out ass when da thug was a kid.
Beavis: Yeah, straight-up yo. Dude was like, "Dammit Pantera, dis brew is warm! Git me another one!"
Butt-head: Yeah yo. Dude was like, "Yo ass treat yo' stepmutha wit respect, Pantera! Or you gonna be chillin up in tha street!"
Beavis: Dat punk like, "Dammit Pantera, I holla'd at you ta git up there n' mow dat lawn! Oh, whatz this, biatch? Is dat a tear, Pantera, biatch? Oh, is daddyz lil hoe upset, biatch? I be gonna kick yo' ass tha fuck into next Tuesday, now git outta here biaaatch! And quit actin like a thugged-out damn lil girl!"
CIA Agent: [to three prisoners] Da flight plan I just filed wit tha agency lists me, mah men, Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Pavel here but only one of you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? First one ta rap gets ta stay on mah aircraft!
[grabs a hood]
CIA Agent: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck paid you ta grab Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Pavel?
[No answer, tha agent fires his wild lil' freakadelic glock away from tha prisonerz head]
CIA Agent: Dude didn't fly so good!
[pulls tha hood back tha fuck into tha plane]
CIA Agent: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck wants ta try next?
[grabs another prisoner]
CIA Agent: Tell me bout Bane biaaatch! Why do da thug wear tha mask, biatch? All dem loyalty, fo' a hired gun!
Bane: Or like da thug wonderin why one of mah thugs would blast a thugged-out dude, before throwin his ass outta a plane?
CIA Agent: At least you can talk. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?
Bane: It don't matta whoz ass we are, what tha fuck mattas is our plan.
[the Agent removes tha hood]
Bane: No one cared whoz ass I was until I put on tha mask.
CIA Agent: If I pull dat off, would you die?
Bane: It would be mad painful.
CIA Agent: Yo ass be a funky-ass big-ass muthafucka!
Bane: For you, biatch.
CIA Agent: Was gettin caught part of yo' plan?
Bane: Of course... Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Pavel refused our offer up in favor of yours, our crazy asses had ta smoke up what tha fuck tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at you, biatch.
Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
Pavel: Nothing! I holla'd nothing!
CIA Agent: Well, props muthafucka! Yo ass gots yo ass caught son! Now whatz tha next step up in yo' masta plan?
Bane: Crashin dis plane... wit no survivors!
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OP, you forgot to change any of Mace Windu's lines
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>Vader: Fuck dat shit, I be yo' father.
>Luke: [shocked] No. No! Thatz not true biaaatch! Thatz impossible!
>Vader: Search yo' vibe; you know it ta be true!
I've peeped thangs you playas wouldn't believe fo' realz. Attack ships on fire off tha shoulder of Orion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I peeped C-beams glitta up in tha dark near tha Tannhäuser Gate fo' realz. All dem moments is ghon be lost up in time, like tears...in...rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Time ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Theoden: Eomer n' shit. Take yo' Èored down tha left flank. Gamling, follow tha Mackdaddyz banner down tha center n' shit. Grimbold, take yo' company right, afta you pass tha wall. Forth, n' fear no darkness muthafucka! Arise biaaatch! Arise, Ridaz of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shieldz shall be splintered hommie! A sword day... a red day... ere tha sun rises!
Eowyn: [to Merry] Whatever happens, stay wit mah dirty ass. I be bout ta look afta you, biatch.
[the Mackdaddy rides past his crazy-ass men, hittin they spears wit his sword as he goes]
Theoden: Ride now!... Ride now!... Ride biaaatch! Ride ta fuck up n' tha ghettoz ending!
[Dude stops n' faces Sauronz army]
Theoden: Dirtnap!
Rohirrim: [echoing] Dirtnap!
Theoden: Dirtnap!
Rohirrim: [echoing] Dirtnap!
Theoden: DIRTNAP!
