John Shaft:
It's Giuliani time!
John Shaft:
You know me. It's my duty to please that booty!
Peoples Hernandez:
This is Egyptian Cotton, motherfucker... two-twenty thread. That's like half your shitty-ass paycheck, okay?
John Shaft:
You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if the Pharaoh himself sent it to you, you knockoff-wearing motherfucker!
Uncle John Shaft:
You're too hot, man. You gotta step off a bit.
John Shaft:
Who lost your rap sheet for you?
Big Raymond:
You...
John Shaft:
Who got you that Jets tryout?
Big Raymond:
You...
John Shaft:
Who got you that gig at the club?
Big Raymond:
You.
John Shaft:
Who delivers ten times outta ten?
Big Raymond:
Alright, dawg... You.
Walter Wade, Jr.:
Do you know who my father is?
John Shaft:
No, do you?
Peoples Hernandez:
Puta, why you flinch?
Peoples Hernandez:
[
In jail] What you in here for, man? Income tax evasion?
[
Walter Wade Jr. walks into Peoples' house, trying to look cool]
Peoples Hernandez:
You tryin' to blend in or something? You look like a fucking duck hunter.
Peoples Hernandez:
You play golf?
[
Walter Wade Jr. nods]
Peoples Hernandez:
Golf is phat... Tiger Wooo, Tiger Wooo, I like him.
Peoples Hernandez:
My name is Peoples. You know why they call me that?
Walter Wade, Jr.:
[
In a patronizing tone] 'Cuz you's always takes care of you's peoples?
Peoples Hernandez:
More or less.
John Shaft:
I see you someplace I don't think you belong... I will kill you.
[
Inside Rasaan's apartment]
John Shaft:
Man, this is some repugnant shit.
Peoples Hernandez:
You're not a cop anymore.
John Shaft:
Do you think that makes me less dangerous, or more dangerous?
John Shaft:
This is Detective Vasquez. She's...
Carmen Vasquez:
She's unavailable at the moment.
John Shaft:
I'm gonna fuck you up for making me run!
Peoples Hernandez:
Stick to what I know? Stick to what I know? I'm a star. Yo soy el mayembe!
John Shaft:
Yo, Luger, what's up with the "cornbread" talk, man?
Luger:
And your problem is what?
John Shaft:
Nazis with badges, that's my problem!
Luger:
[
laughs] "Nazis?" You gotta lighten up, Shaft. I talk like this all the time... but I see your point. Maybe I should take an "ethnic sensitivity" workshop, huh? Fuck you!
John Shaft:
Maybe I should "workshop" my foot up your ass!
John Shaft:
I know cats who'd take out whole zipcodes for that kind of cheese.
[
Trey starts seizing on the gurney]
Walter Wade, Jr.:
Homeboy's got rhythm, huh?
John Shaft:
What?
[
Shaft punches Wade in the face]
Walter Wade, Jr.:
What? Was it something I said? I think my nose is broke!
Lt. Kearney:
I've been waiting for this. You are gone from this precinct!
John Shaft:
For what?
John Shaft:
[
punches Wade again] For that?
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