Russell Walker: Yo! Krush Groove is now rollin'!
Sal: Hey, what's that sucka want from you?
Russell Walker: Nothin'. He ain't sayin' nothin', Sal. Come on.
Sal: Yo, man. I don't want you messin' with him. He ain't no good.
Russell Walker: What do you think you're doin' comin' here with your little fly behind?
Run: I was tryin' to save yours.
Sal: Yo, listen, let's go in the back, have a little Moët and have fun. All right? Celebrate the record.
Russell Walker: It's happening just like I told you. Right?
Rick: Just like you told me.
Russell Walker: That's right.
Rick: We're selling records we don't even have. A hit record is the worst thing that could've happened to us. I don't know what you're thinkin' about, man.
Russell Walker: That's minor.
Rick: We have no money. We can't press up any more records.
Terri Beiker: You crazy? Have you been smokin' parsley or somethin'?
D.M.C.: You been illin' lately.
Run: So, I'm illin'. Am I illin'? Chillin'! You know what I'm sayin'? Chillin'.
Jam Master Jay: Word up, man. If you can ill-out on your family, man, no tellin' what you could do with us, man.
Run: Man, I'm illin' on no family, man. You don't know what you're talkin' about.
Jam Master Jay: I'm breakin' out, man.
Run: Nobody illin' on nobody, man. You all be just frontin'. I want to get paid.
D.M.C.: Chill, man.
Run: Chill!
Russell Walker: Hey, look, are talkin' business here?
Kurtis Blow: Sure, man. Ladies, take five.
