Rib Joint Customer: Ya got any soda?
Hammer: One dollar.
Rib Joint Customer: Aw, c'mon, now! Look out for a brother, man, c'mon, yeah. Check this out: why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents?
Hammer: My cups cost more than fifteen cents.
Rib Joint Customer: All right, fuck the cup. Pour it in my hand for a dime.
Flyguy: My bitch better have my money/Through rain, sleet, or snow/My whore better have my money/Not half, not some, but all my cash/'Cause if she don't, /I'm gonna put my foot in her ass.
Hammer: Spade, we ain't heroes no more, we're businessmen.
John Spade: You two big motherfuckers in here cookin' red beans and grits - you call that business?
Hammer: Damn Slade, you really know how to piss on a man's parade.
Slammer: What makes you think you can be a Black hero?
Jack Spade: I'm an ex-football player.
Car door alarm: Your door is ajar... please close the door... please close the door... I said close THE door, dickhead.
Willie: I heard you screamin' from all the way over there, and.
Leonard: I wasn't screamin', all right?
Willie: But I heard you.
Leonard: I wasn't screamin'! I was whistling.
Willie: You was whistling "Willie, help get this bitch off me"?
Leonard: Yeah.
Kung Fu Joe: So, it's just you 57 cops against kung FU JOE? Master of kung-FU, karate, JIU-JITSU, and all kinds of other shit you ain't never heard of! hahahahahahaaaaaa.
Lt. Baker: So what do you got for me?
Police Officer Charlie: John Doe, between 25 and 30 years of age. Cause of death: looks like O.G.
Lt. Baker: ...Over Gold.
