Sugar Ray:
I'm gonna take this boy home to his mother.
Young Quick:
My mama's dead.
Sugar Ray:
Well, your daddy?
Young Quick:
My father's dead, too.
Sugar Ray:
Did you kill 'em?
Young Quick:
No, they just dead.
Bennie Wilson:
Excuse me, I got somethin' in my eye.
Gambler:
Well, get it the fuck out yer eye you blind muther fucker!
Quick:
Vera, put that razor away!
[
pulls gun]
Quick:
I ain't playin' games no more. You put that fuckin' razor away or I'll blow your goddamn pinky toe off!
Vera:
Oh! Now you're gonna shoot me in my pinky toe.
Quick:
I'm not playing with you. I will blow that black, crusty, dead knarled motherfucker the fuck off your foot! Now put the razor away!
Vera:
Benny, you put this orange juice back in here, ain't nothin' left but a swallow!
Bennie Wilson:
Then swallow it and shut the fuck up!
Sugar Ray:
We all bet on you champ!
The Champ:
W-w-w-well... y-y-y-you's about to b-b-b-be a rich nigga... cuz c-c-come F-f-f-friday... I'm knockin'... someone... the fuck out!
Quick:
Last asswhoopin' I got was... what, 27 years ago?
Sugar Ray:
Yeah, when the doctor slapped your ass.
Quick:
Yeah, and I'm still lookin' for him!
Quick:
[
Quick is getting ready to sleep with Dominique and putting his gun under a pillow... he discovers she's done the same under one] Oh, that's cute! I thought I was the only one who slept with a gun under the pillow... look at the little gun!
[
kisses her gun]
Quick:
Aw, that's so adorable.
[
pauses for a moment after realizing that she intends to kill him]
Quick:
It's cute.
Quick:
[
Quick is at the open door of Tommy's apartment] Tommy... hey man, you asleep? Tommy! Hey... hey... hey...
[
sees Tommy dead in his chair, bullet-ridden and with his throat cut]
Quick:
Oh, shit... somebody fucked you up real bad. I'll tell you what... I'm gonna go now, cuz I think you want to sit there, by yourself, and think about who you pissed off. Excuse me.
Vera:
Kiss my ENTIRE ass!
Vera:
YOU shut the fuck up, Bennie! I would tell you to kiss my ass, but knowing you, you probably can't find it, you blind motherfucker!
Bennie Wilson:
Man didn't accuse you of stealing, Vera. Now sit down and shut the fuck up!
Sugar Ray:
Ok, the same fella who made the drop last year is gonna do it again. I want somebody on him. Vera, do you have a girl?
Vera:
I've got a girl who's pussy is so good, if you threw it up in the air it would turn into sunshine.
[
after quick leaves to fight Vera]
Bennie Wilson:
Bettah watch it, Quick! You fuckin' witha heavyweight!
Sugar Ray:
The candy business is good.
Phil Cantone:
I'll say. There must not be a nigger on the streets with a healthy tooth in his mouth.
Quick:
It's not how many you shoot. It's who you shoot.
Sugar Ray:
How'd it go?
Quick:
I killed her.
Sugar Ray:
Tore the pussy up, huh!
Quick:
No, I shot her.
Sugar Ray:
Damn, pussy that bad!
Phil Cantone:
I'll see you around.
Sugar Ray:
I bet you will... Shit.
Crying Man:
[
crying and loading machine gun after discovering his brother Tommy dead in his apartment] He messed with the wrong nigger's brother! Oh, Quick is mine!
Bugsy Calhoune:
It's a set-up... It's a fucking set-up!
Sugar Ray:
You have got to stop over-reacting.
Quick:
[
shouts] Over-reacting?
Sugar Ray:
You're not a gangster. we're not. We're club owners. We run a dance hall. I didn't come this far with you so you can prove you ain't no punk and die. What are they gonna put on your tombstone? "Here lies a man, 27 years old. He died, but he ain't no punk." Hey man that's bullshit okay. You know when you die, when you're 89 got you're children and grandchildren around you're bed... that's cool. It ain't cool to die at 27. If he kills you, he's gonna have to kill me. 'Cause I'm gonna kill them.
Quick:
How's Sunshine doing on that pick up man?
Bennie Wilson:
Oh, he proposed to her four times already, said he would leave his wife and kids, convert from Catholic to Baptist. Now you know that's some mean Pussy to make a man change Gods.
Roberto:
Sugar, Tommy's coming.
Sugar Ray:
[
sees Tommy Smalls and crew coming in... nods] Thank you.
Roberto:
Want me to "kick he ass"?
Sugar Ray:
No, don't "kick he ass". Thank you, Roberto.
Richie Vento:
Yeah, get me Hollycourt 55377. Hello, it's Daddy. Hey, darling. Put Mommy on the phone. Yeah, Barbara, it's Richie. Yeah lookit, I ain't never coming home no more. Take it easy.
Crying Man:
Only way you're going home is shot, motherfucker!
Sugar Ray:
What if we made love real hard for 35 minutes then drop off into a deep, coma like sleep?
Quick:
You're gonna be the nine-toed-havingest-limpingest bitch in Harlem if you don't stop fucking with me. Now put the razor away.
Quick:
What would a woman that fine want in a big, fat, nasty, greasy, fat, stank, bloated, cheesy-backed, 12-sandwich-eatin' bastard?
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