Harlem Nights
1989
Sugar Ray: I'm gonna take this boy home to his mother. Young Quick: My mama's dead. Sugar Ray: Well, your daddy? Young Quick: My father's dead, too. Sugar Ray: Did you kill 'em? Young Quick: No, they just dead.
Bennie Wilson: Excuse me, I got somethin' in my eye. Gambler: Well, get it the fuck out yer eye and roll the dice, you blind motherfucker!
Quick: C'mon now, Vera, put that razor away! (pulls gun) I'm warnin' ya, put that razor away, or I'm gonna shoot your pinky toe off! Vera: Oh! Now your gonna shoot me in my pinky toe. Quick: Bitch, I'm not playin'. You gonna be the nine-toe havingest, limpin'est bitch in Harlem, you don't put that razor away!
Vera: Benny, you put this orange juice back in here, ain't nothin' left but a swallow! Bennie Wilson: Then swallow it and shut the fuck up!
Sugar Ray: We all bet on you champ! The Champ: W-w-w-well... y-y-y-you's about to b-b-b-be a rich nigga... cuz c-c-come F-f-f-friday... I'm knockin'... someone... the fuck out!
Quick: Last asswhoopin' I got was... what, 27 years ago? Sugar Ray: Yeah, when the doctor slapped your ass. Quick: Yeah, and I'm still lookin' for him!
Quick: Oh, how cute, she sleeps with her gun under her pillow too.
Quick: Yo, Tommy... Tommy? (Sees Tommy dead in his chair) Whoa, I'm just gonna leave, and let you think about whoever you pissed off.
Vera: Kiss my ENTIRE ass!
Vera: YOU shut the fuck up, Bennie! I would tell you to kiss my ass, but knowing you, you probably can't find it, you blind motherfucker!
Bennie Wilson: Vera, he ain't accusing you of anything. Now sit down, and shut the fuck up!
Sugar Ray: Ok, the same fella who made the drop last year is gonna do it again. I want somebody on him. Vera, do you have a girl?
Vera: I've got a girl who's pussy is so good, if you threw it up in the air it would turn into sunshine.
(after quick leaves to fight Vera) Bennie Wilson: Bettah watch it, Quick! You fuckin' witha heavyweight!
Sugar Ray: The candy business is good. Phil Cantone: I'll say. There must not be a nigger on the streets with a healthy tooth in his mouth.
Quick: It's not how many you shoot. It's who you shoot.
Sugar Ray: How'd it go? Quick: I killed her. Sugar Ray: Tore the pussy up, huh! Quick: No, I shot her. Sugar Ray: Damn, pussy that bad!
Phil Cantone: I'll see you around. Sugar Ray: I bet you will... Shit.
Crying Man: Oh. Quick is mine.
Bugsy Calhoune: It's a set-up... It's a fucking set-up!
Sugar Ray: You have got to stop over-reacting. Quick: (shouts) Over-reacting?
Sugar Ray: You're not a criminal. We're not criminals, we're not. We're night club owners. We run a dance hall. What do you want it to say on your tombstone? "Here lies Quick. He died at only twenty-one, but he aint' no punk?" That's bullshit. That's not cool. Now let mw tell you what is cool. When you're an old man and you're eighty and your grand-kids are running circles all around you... that's cool. There's nothing cool about dying at twenty-one.