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Starring: John Boyega, Teyonah Parris, Jamie Foxx, J. Alphonse Nicholson, Robert Tinsley, Joshua Mikel, Tamberla Perry

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

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Netflix sci-fi mystery comedy directed and co-written by Juel Taylor. In They Cloned Tyrone (2023) a series of eerie events thrusts an unlikely trio, Fontaine (John Boyega), Yo-Yo (Teyonah Parris), and Slick Charles (Jamie Foxx), onto the trail of a nefarious government conspiracy.

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Fontaine: Man, you hit my car, bruh.
Crutches: You broke my m**herf***ing leg.
Fontaine: Man, how you going to make it to the league now?

Fontaine: [to Big Moss] You look like you about to pass out. Go in that damn kitchen and get some damn juice. Represent yourself in the best way, man.

Yo-Yo: I ain’t got to deal with none of this s**t. You ain’t nothing but a habitual line-stepping, Jedi-mind-tricking m**herf***er, and I ain’t got to deal with it!
Slick Charles: You’re going to deal with it.
Yo-Yo: You know why? Do you know why? Blockchain. That’s right, m**herf***er. Blockchain.

Slick Charles: So you’re from the blockchain, huh? That’s what you investing in? When you going to do that? Is that before or after you take off and backpack through the mountains of Baconia?
Yo-Yo: Patagonia.
Slick Charles: Whatever the f***.

Slick Charles: You know what? That’s why I named your a** Yo-Yo, because you always come right back.

Slick Charles: Fontaine. Man, where the hell you been at, huh? I’ve been looking for your Black a** all over the universe.

Slick Charles: I don’t really appreciate how you coming in here, you know, attacking my castle like that, you know, in front of my flowers.

Slick Charles: Fontaine. Listen, we ain’t liquid like we used to be, okay? Look, they dehydrated. These chickens ain’t clucking like they used to. It’s a cold front.

Slick Charles: [to Fontaine] You is a grinch!

'They say curiosity killed the cat, and I'm telling you right now, we some m-fing cats. We cool cats, but we still cats.' - Slick Charles (They Cloned Tyrone) Click To Tweet

Slick Charles: [to Fontaine] Why does it always got to be Black-on-Black crime? Hmm? Black men are supposed to support they n****s! Take your s**t. Dramatic a**. You’re lucky I’m a lover, not a fighter.

Frog: Youngblood, straighter is greater, you hear me? Straighter is m**herf***ing greater!

Slick Charles: Watch my cuticle now. Be gentle with it. Respect it. Respect that cuticle.

Slick Charles: Jesus, what’re you doing? You send a ghost to a pimp?

Slick Charles: [to Fontaine] Do you not remember getting lit the f*** up? You should be breathing through some tubes right now.

'The big man will always point the way. Every time.' - Frog (They Cloned Tyrone) Click To Tweet

Slick Charles: You Ghost of Christmas Past-a** n****. What the f*** kind of s**t you playing on, huh? You done sold your m**herf***ing soul to the devil.

Slick Charles: If there ain’t no juice in this m**herf***er, throw the damn bottle away!

Yo-Yo: You ain’t getting no m**herf***ing David Carradine for fifty bucks. Most I can do for you is a Susan Sarandon. Maybe a Shalamar.

Slick Charles: Get your beige a** the f*** out of here. You fake Obama-looking m**herf***er. That ain’t Michelle, n****.

'We all take autonomy for granted.' - Nixon (They Cloned Tyrone) Click To Tweet

Slick Charles: There it is again, that slippery slope of recidivism. I hate to see it.

Yo-Yo: And when I get there, I’m going to find me a real man.
Slick Charles: Yeah, I’ll find you a real man, because I’m a real m**herf***er.
Yo-Yo: Not some McDonald’s-dollar-menu has-been-a** n**** in a Goodwill suit.
Slick Charles: Keep talking goddamnit. You keep talking and I’m going to slip out of this Goodwill suit, and slap that fake-a** wig off you puny-a** head with nothing but my Gucci boxers on, and be back in this coat before it wrinkles. And you know I can do it.

Fontaine: You seen me last night?
Yo-Yo: Not like that.
Fontaine: No. Like, literally. You seen me?
Yo-Yo: Are you Kevin Bacon?
Fontaine: Wait. What?
Yo-Yo: Hollow Man. That was a good one. You liked it.
Slick Charles: Good movie. Good movie. Yeah.

Yo-Yo: You know your girl got to know what’s going on in these streets.

Yo-Yo: I’m done. You said I could go on my merry hoeing way.

'Ain't no easier mark than a sucker who sees exactly what he expects to see.' - Slick Charles (They Cloned Tyrone) Click To Tweet

Slick Charles: You know what, Fontaine? You got this Rambo-esque look about you. So I’m going to let you go and do your thing, and I’m going to just sit right here in the car. Fresh air might be good for a n**** though.

Yo-Yo: Man, I ain’t with this X-Files s**t.

Slick Charles: Anybody else getting a spooky feeling around here?

Yo-Yo: Oh, s**t! They got an elevator in this b**ch?

Slick Charles: It’s an elevator in a goddamn trap house. Doesn’t it make your Spider senses tingle?

Slick Charles: We don’t spelunk. White people spelunk. We spelunking.

Slick Charles: Girl, you done lost your rabbit-a** mind? Why you got a gun?
Yo-Yo: Because I don’t know what’s on the other side of these damn doors.

Tech: [to Fontaine] I’m just weird about guns in my face, alright? I talk a lot with a gun in my face. This is new for me. I know this isn’t new for you. I don’t know if this is new for you.

Slick Charles: It ain’t no snow, but I can still ski in it.

Tech: You don’t want to do this, man. We’re everywhere.
Fontaine: N****, who the f*** is “we”?

Slick Charles: Where did they find a white n**** with an afro anyway? You definitely ain’t in the colored section.

Slick Charles: You look like a game show host. That’s what you look like. You look like a manila folder.

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Slick Charles: Yo-Yo, goddamn. Look what you made me do.
Yo-Yo: Me? You just shot him!

Slick Charles: We ain’t got time for sensitivity s**t.
Yo-Yo: This m**herf***er dead.
Slick Charles: Okay. We ain’t got time for negativity. Go get some goddamn wet naps. Something to clean him up.

Yo-Yo: You killed somebody!
Slick Charles: Everybody makes mistakes!

Slick Charles: Listen. I say we act like a turkey. Stick our head in the sand, and leave this s**t alone, act like it didn’t happen.
Yo-Yo: Like an ostrich, you stupid m**herf***er. I don’t know how I let you drag me into this s**t.
Slick Charles: When you’re acting up and smell like fish, get the f*** out the water. And right now, we’s a goddamn sushi bar.

Fontaine: I don’t know what that was, but that wasn’t me.
Slick Charles: N****, what? That wasn’t you?
Fontaine: I’m me.

Yo-Yo: S**t like this always happens to my girl Nancy Drew.
Slick Charles: Don’t start with that cartoon s**t.
Yo-Yo: I’ll tell you. Hear me out. Sis be coming across some weird, kinky s**t that don’t make no sense. But in the end, it always turns out to be some regular-degular, missionary-position vanilla s**t.

Yo-Yo: [to Fontaine] Somebody is f***ing with you. Okay? You want to know why? You want to know who? Cool. But the block is hotter than a fresh perm now. So whoever it is, they’re probably looking for us as we speak.

Yo-Yo: [to Fontaine] Just f***ing chill. Look, you can stay here for the night. And tomorrow, Dexter’s lab will be there. And we will go find out what that missionary-position s**t is, just like my girl Nancy. I promise.

Slick Charles: I don’t get it. Don’t make no dollars. This don’t make no goddamn sense. Running around here tempting the devil and s**t.

Fontaine: I don’t think you understand, man. There was an elevator underground, and a lab, and this white m**herf***er with an afro.

Big Moss: Sometimes when I’m skressed out, man, I drink me a bottle of water, I be good. What the doctors say? We eighty-two, eighty-three percent water, man. How you think all the cells in your body supposed to undergo osmosis?

Yo-Yo: What about the lab?
Fontaine: Gone. That creepy-a** elevator? That’s gone too.
Yo-Yo: Damn. They did have good walls.
Fontaine: Either that or I’m going crazy.

Slick Charles: A pimp’s blood sugar is falling fast. We could use some comfort food right about now.

Yo-Yo: As with any mystery, you got to lay out the facts. What is it we know?
Slick Charles: I’ll tell you what we do know.
Yo-Yo: What?
Slick Charles: He dead. He ain’t here no more. He ain’t here.
Yo-Yo: But plot twist. The n**** also right here. Which makes what?
Slick Charles: Two Fontaines? Two Fontaines. Double ‘Taine.

Slick Charles: It’s in the f***ing chicken! And that Muppet-looking m**herf***er is the one who sold it to us. Are you connecting these dots?

Chicken Manager: Teamwork, guys. Teamwork. Don’t forget. There’s no “I” in “Got Damn”.

Slick Charles: Hold on. I don’t want to be the drawers that’s climbing up the crack of your a**.

Slick Charles: We ain’t no goddamn detectives. Let’s cut it out. Let’s just be honest with each other. You’s a ho. I’m a entrepreneur.
Yo-Yo: F*** you.
Slick Charles: F*** me if you want to. And he’s a goddamn drug dealer.

Fontaine: Slick, go see what else is in that van.
Slick Charles: Why me?
Fontaine: N****, you nimble.
Slick Charles: Calling me nimble? I ain’t nimble, m**herf***er. I’m a Taurus.

Fontaine: Straighter is greater. What the f*** does that mean?
Frog: It means it’s on your head, in your head, by your head, on your head, and under your head. In the land of the blind, Foxy Brown.

Frog: Where does everybody go to get answers?
Yo-Yo: Church. Church?
Frog: The big man will always point the way. Every time.

Yo-Yo: Ooh, Nancy Drew ain’t got s**t on me.

Slick Charles: Let me out of this m**herf***er. Been in this van for a whole goddamn hour.
Yo-Yo: You find anything?
Slick Charles: I found out I was claustrophobic as a m**herf***er.

Slick Charles: I ain’t going to church. Me and Jesus ain’t been right since I pimped this girl named Mary.

Yo-Yo: This ain’t no vanilla missionary s**t. This some sex dungeon, mint-chocolate-chip bukkake s**t. Y’all realize what they doing, right?
Fontaine: Experimenting on n****s. I was there.
Yo-Yo: N****, mind control! The chicken. The communion. The perm cream. All to f*** with how we feel, what we do, what we think. To control us.
Fontaine: Yeah. But why?
Slick Charles: Do it matter? They’re Clockwork Orangeing n****s.

Yo-Yo: We got to blow the lid off this s**t.

Slick Charles: This ain’t Cool Hand Johnny from the Boulevard type s**t. This is major league. It’s Uncle-m**herf***ing-Sam.

Slick Charles: Sin and goddamn iniquity.

Slick Charles: A whole goddamn Thriller video in this m**herf***er. Let’s go!

Nixon: A pimp, a ho, and a drug dealer walk into a bar.

Nixon: We’re researching, experimenting, doing science. And for the greater good, I might add.
Yo-Yo: Oh, so you Kevin Bacon?
Slick Charles: Hollow Man, m**herf***er.

Nixon: America was an experiment. A half-baked idea cooked up by aristocratic idealogues living in mansions built by slaves. And when they checked out, they left us with the bill. A country constantly at war with itself. No common ground, no dialogue, no peace. If we’re all on the same page, then we’re not ripping each other’s heads off, and all of this has a chance to work.

Nixon: And that’s what we strive for. Keeping the United States united.
Slick Charles: By cloning pimps and drug dealers?
Nixon: Everybody’s got a part to play. In order for us to continue our work down here, this place has to have a certain flavor, quality of life, je ne sais quoi.

Fontaine: So the only reason I exist is to keep the place f***ed up?
Nixon: Oh, Fontaine. Don’t go glass half-empty on me, now. You’re a goddamn patriot. As far as I’m concerned, you’re Captain America.

Nixon: The way I see it, you’ve only got two options. Option one, Chester here kills you. Option two, you do nothing. You go back to your regular lives. Do what you do best. Look the other way. I got to say option two sounds pretty fantastic.

Nixon: [to Yo-Yo] You know what my friend Chester, Fontaine, and Slick Charles all have in common? They’re expensive. You? A dime a dozen. Just a regular ol’ ho.

Yo-Yo: Yoh, this s**t is bigger than you. It’s bigger than me. It’s your f***ing home.
Fontaine: Who gives a f***? This ain’t no f***ing community. This place a bunch of broke-a** n****s with nowhere else to go.

Fontaine: I’m a dope boy, remember? It’s who I am. So I’m going to go right back to doing me.
Yo-Yo: That’s your f***ing excuse?
Fontaine: Excuse? I was made in a tube. I ain’t even real. I ain’t have no say in this s**t.

Yo-Yo: What the f*** you want me to say? Yeah. Yeah. I wanted to be in New York chasing down leads for the f***ing Times, or f***ing in the Caribbean, scuba diving, looking for lost treasure and s**t, but I’m here. Yep. Right up the street from the house I grew up in. Right up the street from all the same s**t I have always wanted to get away from. Stuck in the same f***ing trap as you. N****, I’m scared too. I am. But we got to do something.

Fontaine: I ain’t scared. I’m cool with it.
Yo-Yo: Maybe the next Fontaine won’t be such a f***ing pu**y.
Fontaine: Yeah. Maybe he won’t. You know where the door is.

Fontaine: When was the last time you had a shower?
Slick Charles: Plead the fifth.

Slick Charles: If we’re going to buy into the insanity, let a pimp freshen up.

Slick Charles: We work in a spirit of cooperation. Okay? We’re on a quest. You give us the information we need, and we’ll electric slide.

Nixon: [to Yo-Yo] But you have got to tell me, do you really think that you figured it all out? You don’t even know about the grand finale. Except you won’t be around to see it.

Slick Charles: But what you going to do, huh? You going to fee-fi-fo-fum it, and blow the whole goddamn house down?

Isaac J.: So you’re trying to tell me there’s a bunch of Bill Nye the Science Guy looking m**herf***ers underneath me right now? Experimenting on Black folk, cloning n****s that look like you so they can control our mind?
Fontaine: Pretty much.

Slick Charles: This is time for reflection and silent self-discovery.

Slick Charles: Now we got ourselves an Academy-Award-winning cast.

Isaac J.: That’s it?
Crutches: That’s it, Denzel.
Isaac J.: Training Day or Book of Eli?
Crutches: Book of Eli.
Isaac J.: F***. Run it again.

Fontaine: So while I’m doing all this, what the f*** you going to be doing?
Slick Charles: Me? I’m bringing the m**herf***ing cavalry.

Slick Charles: Shawty, I got the whole hood with me. The whole hood with me. That’s how we coming. S**t! This a revolution.

Slick Charles: Excuse me, kind sir. But if you could point me to the elevator that leads to the freaky laboratory, I’ll be out your atmosphere.

Slick Charles: We’re here to save your a**.
Yo-Yo: Is this y’all?
Slick Charles: Yeah. Me, Fontaine, and half of the goddamn Glen is here.
Yo-Yo: Thank you, Slick.
Slick Charles: Look, you know, I never shared my feelings with you. You know, pimps stay buttoned up.
Yo-Yo: Okay. Save that for later.

Yo-Yo: Let’s free some m**herf***ing clones.

Nixon: A few too many mea culpas these days. Me, I try to find the brighter side of things. Learning from our mistakes, well, that’s how we grow.

Nixon: Speaking of Human Resources, where are your friends?
Yo-Yo: F***ing up your s**t as we speak.
Nixon: Well, one problem at a time.

Fontaine: You’re me.
Older Fontaine: No. You’re me. One of the many I’ve had to create over the years.
Fontaine: So, what, you working for them?
Older Fontaine: Let’s just call it a marriage of convenience. I’m the lead geneticist of this operation.

Older Fontaine: It’s not enough to think the same, we have to be the same.
Fontaine: No. You tripping, man.

Fontaine: I think n****s might notice if they wake up one morning with blond hair and blue eyes.
Older Fontaine: This won’t happen overnight, Fontaine. It’ll happen over generations. And now we are at the precipice of our true national rollout. Assimilation is better than annihilation.

Nixon: [referring to Charles] You know, I never could understand what you saw in him. I mean, I don’t want to kick a man when he’s down, but he’s an idiot. Well, I guess you could say he’s got a flair for the dramatic.
Yo-Yo: He’s Slick.

Yo-Yo: Slick, I know I talk a lot of m**herf***ing s**t, but that’s just a manifestation of my frustration.

Yo-Yo: He look good, don’t he? From the alligators to the furs, the leather to the gold chains.
Slick Charles: [as he shoots Nixon in th head] And the m**herf***ing rings.

Yo-Yo: Ooh, you was taking your precious-a** time. Damn.
Slick Charles: That Goodwill suit ain’t so bad now, is it?
Yo-Yo: I was acting, m**herf***er.

Slick Charles: They’re going to have a hard time trying to cover this s**t up.

Yo-Yo: And now’s a good a time as any to tell y’all. I am retired.
Slick Charles: Yo-Yo, hey, you know what? I think I’m going to hang these gator boots up myself. Because I can’t go back to the Royal, because there’s another Fontaine there tied up, ready to whoop my m**herf***ing a**.

Slick Charles: I might follow Yo-Yo’s lead and head on down to Memphis, you know?
Yo-Yo: Maybe they could use a couple of folk with our specialty skill set. Because you know they ain’t stop with the Glen.

The Homie: [as they’re watching the news] Hold up. Ain’t that you, Tyrone?

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