I'm Gonna Git You Sucka (1988)
Flyguy: My bitch better have my money/Through rain, sleet, or snow/My whore better have my money/Not half, not some, but all my cash/'Cause if she don't,/I'm gonna put my foot in her ass.
Hammer: How may I help you sir?
Rib Joint Customer: How much for an order of ribs?
Hammer: Two Fifty
Rib Joint Customer: Two Fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?
Hammer: Ahhh, about five
Rib Joint Customer: Five
[does math on his hand]
Rib Joint Customer: So I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?
Hammer: Yeeaaa, about
Rib Joint Customer: K, lemme get one
Hammer: Right on
[yells to the cook]
Hammer: One order
Slammer: One order of ribs
Rib Joint Customer: No, no... no, no... one rib
Hammer: [Holds up finger] One. Rib.
Rib Joint Customer: I sure am hungry
Hammer: Uhhhh, make that... one... rib... to go
Slammer: One rib?
Hammer: One rib...
Hammer: What else?
Rib Joint Customer: You got any soda?
Hammer: [says slowly] One... dolla...
Rib Joint Customer: Aww, come'on now... look out for a brotha... man... come'on... Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents
Hammer: [Pissed] My cups cost more than fifteen cents!
Rib Joint Customer: Alright, F - - the cup, pour it in my hands for a dime
Hammer: [Grabs him by his shirt] Look you greasy hair Jheri curl wearin - - Pay me & get the hell out of my store
Rib Joint Customer: [Takes out change, counts it] ...
[Then, pulls out a HUGE wad of bills]
Rib Joint Customer: ... You got change for a hundred
Willie: I heard you screamin' from all the way over there, and...
Leonard: I wasn't screamin', all right?
Willie: But I heard you...
Leonard: I wasn't screamin'! I was whistling!
Willie: You was whistling "Willie, help get this bitch off of me"?
Jack Spade: [looks at musicians] Who are these guys?
John Spade: They're my theme music. Every hero's got to have some.
Jack Spade: Mr. Big is gonna pay. And if I see those little Evans midgets, they ass is mine. I'm - it's payback! It's payback And Lois Mitchell? You know, she snuck me! She snuck me! In fifth grade, you - I was eatin' my Jello when you hit me, baby, but...
Cheryl: Jack, they were just kids!
Jack Spade: Look, a family full of midgets is not considered kids. That's a gang!
Cheryl: Jack, wait a minute! Jack, getting yourself killed is not gonna prove anything!
Jack Spade: It proves I can beat a woman and some midgets.
Kalinga: Yes, we marched on the Federal building. Five hundred of us young brothers, full of outrage.
Kalinga: They were hiring that day. The brothers came with guns; they left with jobs. Oh, yes, whitey is very tricky.
Car door alarm: Your door is ajar... please close the door... please close the door... I SAID CLOSE THE DOOR, DICKHEAD!
Mr. Big: I know you're surprised that a big Hollywood star like me would appear in this movie. A lot of Hollywood stars have done exploitation films, like Angie Dickinson in "Big, Bad Mama."
Jack Spade: Or Shelley Winters in "Cleopatra Jones"!
Rib Joint Customer: Ya got any soda?
Hammer: One dollar.
Rib Joint Customer: Aw, c'mon, now! Look out for a brother, man, c'mon, yeah. Check this out: why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents?
Hammer: My cups cost more than fifteen cents!
Rib Joint Customer: All right, fuck the cup. Pour it in my hand for a dime.
Cheryl: Well, after you left, he started getting into drugs and stuff. Things got really bad when he...
Jack Spade: Well, what? Cheryl, come on!
Cheryl: He started wearing gold chains, Jack.
Jack Spade: Oh, God, no!
Kung Fu Joe: So, it's just you 57 cops against KUNG FU JOE? Master of KUNG-FU, KARATE, JIU-JITSU, and all kinds of other shit you ain't never heard of! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
[Slammer and Hammer are in a gun fight]
Willie: How come their guns are so much bigger than ours?
Middle aged hood: It's a phallic thing. I don't know.
John Spade: I'm talkin' about one last score. A chance to take it to the man, one more time. Are you with me?
Slammer: What the fuck; I ain't killed nobody in a long time.
Hammer: Spade, we ain't heroes no more, We're businessmen!
John Spade: You two big motherfuckers in here cookin' red beans and grits - you call that business?
Hammer: Man, you really know how to hurt a guy.
Man in Audience at the "Pimp of the Year" Competition: [while listening to Fly Guy's "My Bitch Better Have My Money" poem] The man's a Shakespeare!
Ma Bell: [Talking about her son risking his life] I'm so glad you're here. I need you. I really need you.
John Spade: Well, I've been pretty horny myself lately.
Lt. Baker: So what do you got for me?
Police Officer Charlie: John Doe, between 25 and 30 years of age. Cause of death: looks like O.G.
Lt. Baker: ...Over Gold.
Title Card: ANY GHETTO U.S.A.