Go (1999)

Taye Diggs: Marcus

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Quotes 

• Simon Baines : He's a good guy.

  Marcus : Oh, he's the good drug dealer.

• Tiny : And whack! It hits her in the eye. And her contact? It's, like, stuck on the end of my dick!

  [Tiny waits for a reaction, but his friends are unimpressed. Only Marcus, in the front passenger seat, turns his head, alertly, like a lion smelling prey] 

  Tiny : Yo, her contact was stuck on the end of my dick, yo!

  Marcus : Was it hard or was it soft?

  Tiny : What, my dick?

  Singh : The contact lens!

  Marcus : Do you remember if it was a colored lens? That she used to have two blue eyes, and now she had one blue and one brown?

  Tiny : [Still elated from telling his story]  Hey, what the fuck does that matter?

  Marcus : [Marcus turns to look at Tiny over the headrest of the front passenger seat, and stares him straight in the eye]  It matters because it happened to ME. That was my story. I told that story a year ago, man!

  Tiny : Aw, no.

  Marcus : The difference is that I knew those small but important details. That and, and my story was true.

  Tiny : Oh.

  [Embarrassed, he looks out the window, away from Marcus] 

  Tiny : Whatever.

  Marcus : Whatever?

  Tiny : Whatever!

  Marcus : What do you mean, whatever?

  Tiny : Why don't you pull your stinky-dinky out of my ass? I'm just trying to make conversation. Fuck! Come on, why don't you give a nigger a break?

  Marcus : [Marcus turns around in the car seat again]  "Nigger"? What nigger?

  [touches his own chest] 

  Marcus : THIS nigger?

  Tiny : Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother were black!

  Marcus : Your mother's mother's mother, fuck - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess.

  [angry cross-talk] 

  Marcus : If you were any less black, you would be clear.

  Tiny : That bitch was black as night!

  Singh : Okay! Stop! Truce!

  Tiny : But I see black. Because I know I am. Color's a state of mind, Marcus!

  Marcus : You know what, you right. Thank you, Rhythm Nation.

  [And the laughter and insults continue...] 

• Tiny : Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother was black!

  Marcus : Your mother's mother's mother, f*** - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess. If you were any less black, you would be clear.

• Marcus : If you were any less black, you'd be clear.

• Marcus : Are you happy now? Is your British ass happy?

• Marcus : Get away from me! You're bad luck!

• Marcus : I'm not a bathroom attendant!

• Marcus : You can order anything you want so long as it's not what?

  Simon Baines : Champagne

  barmaid : What'll it be?

  Marcus : Let me get a vodka tonic and a beer, please.

  Simon Baines : I'd like to buy your most expensive bottle of champagne!

  Marcus : Dumbass!

• Marcus : The thing is, most people, they really don't know how to make love. Okay? They stick it in, move it around a little bit till they get off, but what Tantra teaches you is how to deepen it. Prolong the sexual experience. Okay? Bring it to a higher level. If one man in ten was having the sex that I'm having, there'd be no war.

  Simon Baines : Alright, man. So what's the longest you and her ever did it?

  Marcus : Fourteen hours.

  Singh : [in disbelief]  Holy shit, man! Come on!

  Tiny : How many times you shoot?

  Marcus : Not once, man.

  Simon Baines : Fourteen hours? You didn't go once? Not even in the end?

  Marcus : That's the thing, you redirect the orgasm inside. How long do your orgasms usually last? Two, three seconds? I've had orgasms that have lasted up to an hour and a half, man.

  Simon Baines : That has got to be bullshit.

  Marcus : Honest to God, and I do mean Allah.