Youngblood Priest: Don't argue with me, man, I'm trying to give you a chance. Now, if you don't get me my money tonight, I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row.
Fat Freddie: Listen, Priest, that's my wife you're talking about, man.
Youngblood Priest: So what? Now somebody's gonna work tonight, Freddie. You really shouldn'tve fcked with my money, Freddie.
Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that long! How many guys did you know! Do you realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat.
Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout.
Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...
Linda Rogo: I heard what you said.
Arthur Bishop: Murder is only killing without a license.
Willy: What are they doing?
Shaft: They've already done it. Now, it's our turn.
Mr. T: Keep an eye on my car, sucker! If anything happen to it, I'll take it out of your Black ass, you dig?
Fran Clinton: Would you please carry my kitty for me?
Laughlin: The cat?
Fran Clinton: Yeah.
Fran Clinton: What's its name?
Fran Clinton: Poor little Harold.
Laughlin: That's a strange name for a pussy.
Tang Lung: Movement number 4: Dragon seeks path. Hi-yah!" (Tang kicks, knocking a hoodlum unconscious) "Dragon whips his tail.
Tang Lung: Let him know. If I ever see him here again... he won't leave alive.
Don Lope de Aguirre: Perucho, don't you think the cannon might be a little bit rusty?
Perucho: It might.
Harry Lomart: You conniving bitch.