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.
Mr. Vader: Do you believe in God?
Divine: I AM GOD.
Robert Rusk: I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman.
Fred "Weasel" Podowski: How'd we get into the sex-crime business anyway? My brother Saul, a plumber, makes twice as much money as I do and gets three weeks vacation, too.
Shaft: What are you buzzards doing here?
Bumpy Jonas: Well, well. Ha. We go to a lot of funerals, Shaft, Willy and me. One day, we'll drop in on yours.
Willy: Real soon.
Shaft: You're not invited.
Mr. T: Look, man, I'm not gonna hassle about bread. You know my price. I'll be at Jimmy's around 7:00. Make up your mind, you call me there. Now, get out. The two of you are fuckin' up a nice day.
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.
Harry Lomart: You conniving bitch.
Tang Lung: Let him know. If I ever see him here again... he won't leave alive.
Tang Lung: Movement number 4: Dragon seeks path. Hi-yah!" (Tang kicks, knocking a hoodlum unconscious) "Dragon whips his tail.
Dr. Prodd: Name, please?
Miss Smethurst: Smethurst.
Dr. Prodd: Oh yes, I have some good news for you, Mrs Smethurst.
Miss Smethurst: Miss Smethurst.
Dr. Prodd: Oh, in that case I have some bad news for you.