Youngblood Priest: Don't argue with me, man, I'm trying to give you a chance. Now, if you don't get me my money tonight, I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row.
Fat Freddie: Listen, Priest, that's my wife you're talking about, man.
Youngblood Priest: So what? Now somebody's gonna work tonight, Freddie. You really shouldn'tve fcked with my money, Freddie.
Eddie: I know it's a rotten game, but it's the only one The Man left us to play. That's the stone, cold truth.
Georgia: Look maybe you should get out now now before something really bad happens. I could be happy with a plain life, a poor one if only you were.
Youngblood Priest: Look what would I do? With my record I can't even work civil service or join the damn army. If I quit now, then I took all this chance for nothing and I go back to being nothing. Working some jive job for chump change day after day. Well if that's all I'm supposed to do then they gonna have to kill me 'cause that ain't enough.
Georgia: What'll you do when you get out?
Youngblood Priest: I don't know. Not so much what we do - it's havin' a choice. Bein' able to decide what it is I want. Not just to be forced into a thing, 'cause that's the way it is. I'll buy me some time, baby. Time that isn't all fcked up with things we gotta do. Just to be free.
Georgia: Will that make you happy?
Youngblood Priest: I don't know. I don't know. I just know, I can't be happy the way it is now.
Youngblood Priest: I'm gettin' out, Eddie.
Eddie: Gettin' outta what?
Youngblood Priest: The cocaine business.
Eddie: Oh, sweet. Shit. Say, those junkies must have knocked a hole in your head. You're gonna give all this up? 8-Track Stereo, color T.V. in every room, and can snort a half a piece of dope everyday? That's the American Dream, ni**a! Well, ain't it? Ain't it?
