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.
Peoples Hernandez: You're not a cop anymore.
John Shaft: Do you think that makes me less dangerous, or more dangerous?
John Shaft: I see you someplace I don't think you belong... I will kill you.
John Shaft: I'm gonna fuck you up for making me run.
John Shaft: This is Detective Vasquez. She's.
Carmen Vasquez: She's unavailable at the moment.
Peoples Hernandez: Puta, why you flinch?
Peoples Hernandez: Stick to what I know? Stick to what I know? I'm a star. Yo soy el mayembe.
John Shaft: You know me. It's my duty to please that booty.
Peoples Hernandez: Yo Shaft, I'm gonna put so many lawyers in your ass, you're gonna think they opened a branch office up there.
John Shaft: I know cats who'd take out whole zipcodes for that kind of cheese.
John Shaft: April Fool, motherfucker. Told you not to make me run.
