Parole Board Official: Mr. Blake, what will you do if you get out of prison?
Blake: [thinking] Well, I guess, Mr. Chairman, that first I'll pay a visit to your house.
Parole Board Official: To thank me, I suppose?
Blake: No... to fuck your wife. And your daughter. Hell, maybe even your dog.
Earl Talbot Blake: What the fuck is going on?
Kim: It's Styles. His friends grabbed me and dragged me here.
Earl Talbot Blake: That's impossible!
Kim: Well, I saw him.
Earl Talbot Blake: I killed his life, and he killed himself. You're lying!
Kim: Lying? You stupid, macho fuck! I can't believe this! I can't believe that I've been kissing your ass all these fucking years, and you're such a shithead! You didn't kill his life, and you didn't fuck his mind. You know what you did? You pissed him off. You really fucking pissed him off, and now you're fucked!
Odessa: Do you wanna know who's really got the power? Bring your ass to the tower.
Nick Styles: What the fuck is wrong with all y'all? Selling drugs to each other, 'cause ya damn sure ain't selling them in Beverly Hills. Killing yourselves, and for what? Make ya feel like a man? Or does it make ya dick hard? Punk motherfuckers.
[Nick is trying to persuade Odessa to stop dealing at the Towers]
Nick Styles: Do it for your mother.
Odessa: What about my mother, motherfucker?
Nick Styles: Your mother, nigga! The one that died of a broken heart, praying with my father every night over your sorry ass. The one that buried your kid brother without his head because they couldn't find it. Don't play me, Odessa.
Bookstore owner: You're the D.A.!
Nick Styles: Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.
Nick Styles: I guess a Beretta in the butt beats a butterfly in a boot, huh?
[after taking a female hostage]
Earl Talbot Blake: Pork, back off or else she's gonna need a paper bag over her head when her boyfriend fucks what's left of her!
Earl Talbot Blake: I'm gonna do something far worse than kill you. I'm gonna let you live.
Alice Styles: You lied to me.
Nick Styles: I didn't lie to you. I just didn't tell the whole truth.
Alice Styles: You're such a lawyer.
Parole Board Official: The parole board's ready, Blake. I hope you remembered to floss.
Parole Board Official: I did! With your wife's pubic hair!
Book Man: You! You're a cop, you gotta help me!
Det. Larry Doyle: Sorry, mein fuhrer, I'm off duty.
Nick Styles: If that's how you treat your friends, Blake, I'm glad we're enemies.
[Nick Styles approaches a car driver that almost ran him down, and suddenly sees it's Blake]
Nick Styles: Jesus Christ.
Wanda: [mounts and rapes the drugged and tied up Nick Styles despite his objections] See, your little mouth says no, but your little friend says yes.