Sergeant Tom Hannon: Hey, where the hell are you going, Shaft?
John Shaft: To get laid, where the hell are you going?
Theme: Who's the black private dick / That's a sex machine to all the chicks? / SHAFT! / Ya damn right!
Theme: Who is the man that would risk his neck / For his brother man? / SHAFT! / Can you dig it?
Theme: Who's the cat that won't cop out / When there's danger all about? / SHAFT! / Right On!
Theme: They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother... / SHUT YOUR MOUTH! / I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft. / THEN WE CAN DIG IT!
John Shaft: [on telephone] Vic, your case just busted wide open.
Vic Androzzi: So close it for me.
John Shaft: Cut the crap man, this is Shaft. Looks like you gonna have to close it yo'self, *shitty*!
Willy: Listen, Snow White. Me and you gonna tangle, sooner or later. Did you hear what I say?
John Shaft: Why don't you stop playing with yourself, Willy? You ain't gonna do SHIT!
John Shaft: Warms my black heart to see you so concerned about us minority folks.
Vic Androzzi: Oh come on Shaft, what is it with this black shit, huh?
[Vic holds a black pen up to Shaft's face]
Vic Androzzi: You ain't so black.
John Shaft: [Holds a white coffee cup next to Vic's face] And you ain't so white either baby.
Shaft: Sorry, I can't make it.
Ellie Moore: You got problems, baby?
Shaft: Heh. Yeah, I got a couple of 'em. I was born black... and I was born poor.
Ellie Moore: I love you.
John Shaft: Yeah, I know. Take it easy.
Willy: That's some cold shit, throwing my man Leroy out the window. Just picked my man up and threw him out the Goddamn window.
Vic Androzzi: Call me when you get home.
Shaft: I will.
Vic Androzzi: [leaves, motions as if to close the door, and then... ] Close it yourself, shitty.
Bumpy Jonas: [answering his phone] Wrong Number.
John Shaft: Don't bull me, man. I got the right number. This is Shaft.
Bumpy Jonas: How'd the hell you get this number?
John Shaft: Off a bathroom wall in the god damn subway!
John Shaft: I thought the money didn't matter to you. Just getting your baby back.
Bumpy Jonas: Money ALWAYS matters...
Mafia contact: I'm lookin' for a nigger named John Shaft.
John Shaft: Just found him... wop.
Willy: Got to see if you're clean before you can see the Man.
John Shaft: [laugh] Better get yourself six more helpers then, Willy.
Willy: That's how it's done.
John Shaft: Who searches you?
John Shaft: Then get the same cat to search us.
John Shaft: You're a cagey spook, Bumpy.
Bumpy Jonas: You ride a tall horse, Mr Shaft.
John Shaft: [holding up his middle finger to a cab driver who is honking his horn at him] Up yours! Get out the way!
Vic Androzzi: Have a chair, John.
Shaft: I don't like your chair.
Shaft: I got to feeling like a machine, and that's no way to feel.
John Shaft: Watch your mouth, man.
Ben Buford: I'll say any damn thing I want.
John Shaft: When you lead your revolution, whitey better be standing still because you don't run worth a damn no more.
Bumpy Jonas: Wrong number.
John Shaft: Cut the crap, man, this is Shaft.
John Shaft: Hey, baby. Please close the door, huh?
Woman from Bar: Hey, close it yourself, shitty.