Richie Vento: Yeah, get me Hollycourt 55377. Hello, it's Daddy. Hey, darling. Put Mommy on the phone. Yeah, Barbara, it's Richie. Yeah lookit, I ain't never coming home no more. Take it easy.
Quick: You're gonna be the nine-toed-havingest-limpingest bitch in Harlem if you don't stop fucking with me. Now put the razor away.
Vera: Kiss my entire ass.
Quick: How's Sunshine doing on that pick up man?
Bennie Wilson: Oh, he proposed to her four times already, said he would leave his wife and kids and convert from Catholic to Baptist. Now you know that's some mean pussy to make a man change gods.
Phil Cantone: I'll see you later, Ray.
Sugar Ray: I bet you will... Shit.
Sugar Ray: Damn, I'm sure gonna miss that place. You know we can't ever go back there again.
Quick: Man, there's other cities. Find someplace else to start all over again.
Sugar Ray: But there's no place like Harlem.
Bennie Wilson: You ain't lying, Sugar. Let me look at it one last time.
Quick: It's not how many you shoot. It's who you shoot.
