Man in Blue: Fuck you.
Man in Yellow: Alright, I'm gonna give some example: I heard that 350 white folks committed suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. And out of the 350, there was two that was niggers.
Man in Blue: And one of them was pushed.
Man in Yellow: [laughs]
Doorman: This here's where Simple Savior runs his black revolution, brother. Natural black Jesus is the reverend's cousin, too. He gives people the strength to kill whites.
Brother Bear: Kill whites?
[to Preacher Fox]
Brother Bear: You hear that shit?
Brother Bear: Any whites?
Doorman: Yeah, any whites.
Brother Bear: Ain't this a bitch?
Preacher Fox: Anyone we want?
Brother Bear: Ain't this a bitch!
Preacher Fox: Huh. We can kill anyone we want?
Doorman: Any whites.
Preacher Fox: I have one special...
Brother Bear: [Grabs Fox and pulls him to the side] Stop it, Fox. Stop it.
Brother Rabbit: I'm tired of trying to segregate, integrate, and masturbate anymore!
Sonny: Shut your stupid mouth!
Anna Banana: [effeminate voice] Don't you dare strike me, or I'll tell poppa!
Sonny: Don't start it! If I told poppa what you were doing, he'd break both your arms and legs!
Anna Banana: [effeminate] So, what's wrong with me taking a little kick-back once in a while on my own?
Sonny: [speaks Italian]
Sonny: Money, stupid! We take money, NOT BLOW JOBS!
Anna Banana: You do?
Sonny: The Mafia takes MONEY! Remember us? We're the Mafia!
The Godfather: Nobody move. We are in a lot of trouble.
[waiting for Sampson and the Preacherman; getting impatient]
Randy: Damn, they ain't showed yet. I'm going to have to get out of here on my own.
Pappy: Sit down, boy. Don't you leave this wall. They'll pick your ass up, sure as shit! And I ain't never seen nobody that they picked up come back walking, talking, laughing, or breathing!
Preacher Fox: [Talking to a gravestone] Ben, now don't you go believin' that I'm shaky! I still got it Ben! I don't lie to you, or God. I still take care of Rabbit and Bear you know!
[picks up gravestone and begins to carry it with him]
Preacher Fox: An' I don't want you or Mama to worry none 'cause ol' Fox here he doesn't gonna...
Brother Bear: [annoyed] Stop it, Fox, stop it!
Preacher Fox: I'm gonna be puttin' you back now, Ben!
Preacher Fox: Don't you worry 'bout a thing!