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: A man has the right to change his name to vatever he vants to change it to. And if a man vants to be called Muhammad Ali, godammit this is a free country, you should respect his vishes, and call the man Muhammad Ali! Morris
: His mamma call him Clay, imma call him Clay. Saul
: Then you're a putz. All of you are putzes. They should change the sign outside from My-T-Sharp to 'ze Three Putzes.
: Hey, what's up, brother? You a little late for the Christmas pageant. King Jaffe Joffer
: I am King Jaffe Joffer, ruler of Zamunda. Clarence
: Have a seat. Chair number two will be ready in a second. Saul
: [touching the King's clothing, made from a stuffed lion
] This is beautiful. What is that? Velvet?
: [interrupts the end credits
] Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait, stop right there. Listen. Stop right there a minute. A man goes into a restaurant. You listenin'? A man goes into a restaurant. He sits down, he's havin' a bowl of soup. He says to the waiter; "Waiter, come taste the soup." Waiter says; "Is there something wrong with the soup?" He says; "Taste the soup." He says; "Is there something wrong with the soup? Is the soup too hot?" He says; "Will you taste the soup?", "What's wrong is the soup to cold?", "Will you just taste the soup?", "All right, I'll taste the soup. Where's the spoon?", "Ah-ha!"
[he laughs, but no one else does
: What do you know from funny, ya bastard?
: Pound for pound, Sugar Ray Robinson's the greatest fighter that ever lived! Clarence
: Aw, come on, man! What about Joe Louis? Saul
: The Brown Bomber! Now that was a great boxer! Morris
: You damn right! Sweets
: I suppose nobody in here ever heard of Cassius Clay? Morris
: He got a point. Cassius Clay was a bad motherfucker! Clarence
: I ain't saying Clay ain't bad. I'm just saying I stopped liking Cassius Clay once he changed his name to Moh-hammad Ali! What kinda shit is that? Saul
: Wait a second, wait a second! A man has got the right to change his name to whatever he wants to change it to. And if a man wants to be called Muhammad Ali, Goddamit, this is a free country, you should respect his wishes, and call the man Muhammad Ali! Morris
: His Momma named him Clay, I'm gonna call him Clay. Clarence
: Mmm-hmm! That's right! Sweets
: I say Clay. Saul
: Get outta here. Clarence
: Ha-ha-ha! That's right! That's right! He gonna always be Clay to me. I don't give a fuck what he change his name to. He is Clay! He Clay to me. I say Clay. Saul
: Well, then, you're a putz. The three of you. Three putzes. You should change the name outside from My-T-Sharp to The Three Putzes.
: You must be outta your God-damned mind! Joe Louis the greatest boxer who ever lived. I'll be with you boys in a minute. He was badder than Cassius Clay, he was better than Sugar Ray, he was badder than - who's that new boy? Mike Tyson! Look like a bull dog! He was badder than him too! He'd whip Mike Tyson's ass, he'd whip all their asses! Saul
: What about Rocky Marciano? Clarence
: Oh, there they go! There they go! Every time I start talking about boxing, a white man gotta pull Rocky Marciano outta their ass! That's they one! That's they one! Rocky Marciano! Rocky Marciano! Lemme tell you something once and for all! Rocky Marciano was good, but compared to Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano ain't shit! Saul
: He beat Joe Louis's ass! Morris
: That's right, he did whip Joe Louis's ass! Clarence
: Joe Louis was seventy-five years old when he fought! Morris
: I don't know how old he was, but he got his ass whooped. Clarence
: Joe Louis had come out of retirement to fight Rocky Marciano! The man was seventy-six years old! Joe Louis always lied about his age! He lied about his age all the time! One time, Frank Sinatra came in here, and sat in this chair. I say, "Frank, you hang out with Joe Louis. Just between me and you, how old is Joe Louis?" Know what Frank told me? He said "Hey, Joe Louis is a hundred thirty-seven years old." A hundred and thirty-seven years old! Sweets
: Oh, man, you ain't never meet no Frank Sinatra. Clarence
: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! AND FUCK YOU! Who's next?