Reverend Brown: Girl, you look so good, someone ought to put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.
Prince Akeem: So, you would share your bed, and your fortune, with a beautiful fool?
Semmi: That is the way it has always been with men of power. It is tradition.
Saul: A man has the right to change his name to vatever he vants to change it to. And if a man vants to be called Muhammad Ali, godammit this is a free country, you should respect his vishes, and call the man Muhammad Ali.
Morris: His mamma call him Clay, imma call him Clay.
Saul: Then you're a putz. All of you are putzes. They should change the sign outside from My-T-Sharp to 'ze Three Putzes.
Semmi: Do you realise that I have not had sex since we got to America?
Telegraph Lady: You actually want to send this?
Semmi: Why? What is wrong? Read it to me.
Telegraph Lady: "To his majesty, King Jaffe Joffer, the Royal Palace, Zamunda. Sire, Akeem and I have depleted our funds. Kindly send 300,000 American dollars immediately, as we are in dire straits. Your humble servant, Semi."
Semmi: Semmi.
Telegraph Lady: Semmi.
Semmi: Should I make it 400,000?
Telegraph Lady: You think that would be enough?
Semmi: You are right. 500,000.
Telegraph Lady: As long as you're asking, why don't we go for a cool million?
Semmi: You do not think that would be too much?
Telegraph Lady: Naah.
