Trucky: You can't beat a ho with a belt... they like that shit.
J.B.: Pootie Tang will draw you a picture of how he gonna kick your ass, then mail it to you ten days in advance. The picture gets there right? You're goin', "What the hell is this?" and then Pootie Tang knocks on your door, Promptly kicks your ass and you still won't know what happened to you.
Dirty Dee: Yeah hehehehe Cappatown my ASS.
Pootie Tang: Cole me on the panny sty.
Bob Costas: ...I'm sorry. What was that?
Pootie Tang: Cole - Cole me on the panny sty.
Bob Costas: What the hell are you talking about?
Pootie Tang: ...Cole me down on the panny sty?
Bob Costas: Oh, cole me down on the panny sty! All right.
Pootie Tang: I gots to say na nay no.
Trucky: It was incredible. Only the third time a man had been mauled by a gorilla at that steel mill, that month.
Biggie Shorty: You think that just cuz a girl likes to dress fancy and stand on the corner next to some whores, that she's hookin?
Pootie Tang: See, my damie, Pootie Tang don't wa-da-tah to the shama cow... 'cause that's a cama cama leepa-chaiii, dig?
Pootie Tang: Baby, I'm going to sine your pitty on the runny kine.
Pootie Tang: Dirty Dee, you're a baddy daddy lamatai tebby chai.
Pootie Tang: Kapa-Chow.
