Felicia: Be careful with those briefcases, they're worth more than what you make in a year.
Vernita Green: So, when do we do this?
The Bride: It all depends; when do you wanna die?
Vernita Green: I fucked you up. I fucked you up bad, I wish to God that I hadn't, but I did. Be that as it may, I know I don't deserve your mercy or forgiveness, however, I beseech you for both on behalf of my daughter.
The Bride: Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no intention of killing you before the eyes of your daughter does not mean that parading her around in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business, and not a goddam fuckin thing you've done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is gonna change that.
Vernita Green: You're much more rational than Bill led me to believe.
The Bride: It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.
Raven: Hell, I might even fuck George Clooney - with a strap-on.
Francesca 'Frankie' Sutton: I know you out of money by now, Cleo. Now what you going to do?
Cleo: Rob another goddamn bank! What the fuck is ya'll thinkin?
Francesca 'Frankie' Sutton: The only way we gonna see cash is if we take a bank.
Cleo: Now see I'm with that shit.
Lida 'Stony' Newsom: Ya'll ni**as done lost ya'll mind. We might as well not even tak about this shit no more.
Francesca 'Frankie' Sutton: Well I'm talkin' 'bout it. And ain't nobody gon' stop me from talkin bout it.
Lida 'Stony' Newsom: Well talk is cheap... ni**a.
Shanté Smith: Hmm, men. They like a woman in public...and a freak in private.
