Tales From the Hood (1995)

Ball: What you sayin'? We dead, motherfucker?
Mr. Simms: Very.
Bulldog: Motherfucker bullshit! If we dead then what we doin' in a funeral home with your crazy ass?
Mr. Simms: This ain't no funeral home! It ain't the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome to Hell, motherfuckers.

Mr. Simms: I have some iodine in the lab.
Stack: Hey, man! I don't need nothing from no house of dead folks! Besides, I ain't no baby.
Mr. Simms: Of course you're not.
Ball: Sure looked like one when that door swung open.

Mr. Simms: Don't worry. You'll get the shit. You'll be knee-deep in the shit. I've got it hid. There's so much... I couldn't even lift it all myself.

Mr. Simms: Oh, I must say, I don't think you can reform those types. No - you just kill them.

Gangster #1: What about us?
Gangster #2: That shit was wrong, man.
Gangster #1: Just drove by and started blastin'.
Gangster #2: That shit was wrong, man.
Gangster #1: We're not even the ones who capped your homie.
Gangster #2: That shit was really wrong, G.

Eli: You need to be scared, Mr. Metger. Them dolls didn't want him there. They don't want you there. Now you'd best get out before you wind up just like him. Or worse.

Mr. Simms: After you killed Crazy K, a few of his boys killed you! I guess you didn't make it.

Martin Moorehouse: Clarence! Bring them to me! Bring them to ME.
Clarence: I will! I will! I will.

Dr. Cushing: But you are responsible for the lives you've taken... for the dreams you've turned into nightmares.

Newton: Damn it, man, this is no time to panic.
Strom: Then when the fuck do we begin to panic?

Mr. Simms: I'll tell you about Clarence here along the way - unless, of course, you're scared.

Dr. Cushing: What's the matter, Jerome? You don't like seeing black people get killed? But isn't that what you've been doing all your life? You know, Jerome, Cain was the world's first murderer. He slayed his brother. And how many brothers have you slain?