Skip: I'd rather be home with a fucked-up hand up in some pussy than to be out here healthier than a motherfucker without it... Shit.
Skip: I was born by the pussy, I'll die by the pussy.
Anthony Curtis: Ya'll may think I'm crazy but I just want to do something that's different.
Skip: Well, gettin' your fuckin' head blown off is different, haha. Hey man, turn that shit down and slow this mother fucker down, ain't nobody in a hurry to get to school.
Smokey: I got mind control over Debo. When say shut up, I be quiet, but when he leave, I be talkin' again.
Smokey: You got knocked the fuck out.
James Russell: I want some answers.
Franklin Hatchett: Hey man, me and Guy just down here, checkin' out some fly rides, and mackin' some hos and chillin'.
James Russell: Imagine that. It's like a G-Dog on a fly tip. Flossin' wit da posse. Cuttin' in da crib. what THE fuck does that mean?
Franklin Hatchett: Man, I don't wanna have to beat yo ass, but I will beat yo ass.
Franklin Hatchett: You know guns don't kill people, stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people.
Franklin Hatchett: Hey, man... Me and Guy just down here checkin' out some fly rides, mackin' some hoes, and chillin'.
James Russell: Imagine that... It's like a G-Dogg on a fly tip flossin' with the posse, cuttin' in the crib... what THE fuck does that mean?
James Russell: I need this for sweeps week.
Franklin Hatchett: Sweeps week? Man fuck sweeps week, my life's on the line and you're talking about a damn broom.
Franklin Hatchett: Why you always gotta be killing someone, why don't you try loving someone?
Paula: You better not be over at no girl's house.
Franklin Hatchett: Hell no I ain't at no goddamn girl's house. I'm wanted for muder. I ain't got time to get no pussy.
Paula: What?
Franklin Hatchett: I ain't fucking nobody but you.
Franklin Hatchett: MAN, GET THE hell of ME, MAN! and WHERE'S YO shirt AT?
James Russell: Please do something about that hair of yours.
Franklin Hatchett: My 'do is tight.
James Russell: Well every cop in the city is looking for that tight 'do.
Franklin Hatchett: This tub wasn't clean you dirty assed white boy.
James Russell: If you try anything fucked up or funny, I swear to God I will kill you myself.
Franklin Hatchett: Just like you did back on the dock, huh? (Mocking laugh) I will beat your ass.
James Russell: You ain't beatin' shit, homes.
Carter: Now gimme a hundred-thousand in chips, and a diet pepsi and some hot wings!
Carter: We could've been a good couple. We could've had something special. But you one crazy ass bitch!
Detective James Carter: Freeze, or I'll blow your ass cheeks off.
