That scene always made me laugh harder 'cause my first copy of Friday was indeed a dub
. Folk used to try and pull this shyt and 9/10 times it would always end up in tears 'cause you'd either get your VCR wrecked, get the spools all fukked up or bent, or folk would straight up just look to swap your machine with another one that don't work, thinking ' cause they handed it to you looking clean on your porch and walked off, shyt was sweet.
My uncle used to burn his initials someplace safe within all his machines just so he could roll up on fools and swing if they tried to swap out they shyts for his, 'cause at the time there was little to no diversity in brands for us, since we live on a small island that imports everything and only got like one or two electronic stores.
Was damn near a VCR Repairman as a kid, when he gave me one of his old machines, I used to record so much shyt and wear out the components.