Marcus: I rebuke the spirit of drugs in the name of Jesus. What's his name?
Drummer: I.B. Bangin'.
Marcus: What you mean I.B. Bangin'?
Drummer: I.B. Bangin'.
Marcus: What the hell kind of name is I.B. Bangin'?
Drummer: I don't know his real name.
I.B.'s Girlfriend: It's Frederick Smith.
Marcus: Okay, Freddy.
I.B.'s Girlfriend: It's Frederick.
Marcus: Okay, I.B. Bangin', we're gonna bring you back from the dead.
Marcus: Rule Number One: Don't get involved with patients. Rule Number Two: don't get involved with patients' daughters, now do you understand that?
Frank Pierce: What about Rule Number Three: Don't get involved with dispatchers named Love?
Marcus: Boy, you don't know nothin' bout Rule Number Three! Can't even begin to understand the complexities of that rule.
Marcus: I'm a true cocksman. I don't mix my seed. The only time I touch a white woman is when I'm holding her down for the police.
Marcus: Don't tell me about the Good book now, son. I'll preach heaven and beat the hell outta you.
Diamond Dog: You think you're free? You're not. Now listen up. Twenty guards armed with shotguns are waiting for us at the next stop. Now if you do exactly what we tell you, the rest of our lives will be spent in a non-extradition country. I'm talking sandy beaches, umbrella drinks and dirty naked freaks! It's gonna be a paid motherfucking vacation!
Don King: Black people don't get no credit for nothing. All we've got is one word. That word is motherfucker.
Don King: I had a moment of religious epiphanosity.
Jibby Newsome: Listen man, I haven't been home in a year and a half... And I'm about 90% sure I left the front door open.
Luther Stickell: Ethan, what's your objective? What's your ultimate objective?
Ethan Hunt: Your life will always matter more to me than my own.
Luther Stickell: None of our lives can matter more than this mission.
Ethan Hunt: I don't accept that.
Grace: Am I the reason she's dead?
Luther Stickell: No, she's the reason you're alive.
Luther Stickell: That look in your eyes is pain in my ass, you know that, right?
Buddy Bragg: You think there's a Hell?
Jack Foley: Yeah, it's called the Glades Correctional Institute. I'm sure as shit not going back there, or anyplace like it.
Buddy Bragg: Oh, they put a gun on you, you'll go.
Jack Foley: They put a gun on you, you still have a choice.
Buddy Bragg: Here ma'am. Let me help you with these. Beautiful young lady like you shouldn't be carrying groceries. Let a man do that for you.
Parking Lot Woman: Now, I didn't ask you for help, so don't expect a tip.
Buddy Bragg: Oh, that's okay ma'am. I'll just take your car.
Buddy Bragg: You want to take her to my place, get cleaned up, come out of the bathroom with your aftershave on, and she goes "Oh! I had you all wrong."
Shad: You talk to her?
Erin Grant: Darrell's phone's disconnected. I think he moved again.
Shad: You know, I'd embrace the opportunity to maim his white ass up.
Erin Grant: I know you would, and that's really thoughtful, but I don't think it would help my case in court if I had him attacked.
Alan Mordecai: Do you follow politics, Mr. Shad?
Shad: Do I look like I follow politics?
Nico: What are you, nuts?
Shad: Yeah, psycho. Delusions of invincibility combined with a strong homicidal urge. I have a kick-your-ass fetish.
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