Vince: Look, I don't wanna get in the middle of no big gang hassle!
Savon: Gang? You think we some punk ass gang?
King James: I am a businessman. These are my associates.
Don: Now wait a minute, old man, you know a way out of here we split the gold three ways!
Bradlee: That's not what you said a minute ago!
Don: A minute ago we was all dead!
Bradlee: Who's going to call the cops? The pidgeons or the rats?
Vince: It's been up there fifty years and it isn't even tarnished!
Bradlee: That's the beauty of gold. It never tarnishes. Lasts forever, too. You can twist it, pound it, even piss on it but it's always the same gold. It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone. I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece.
King James: Them country motherfuckers was cryin' about the police, right? They want cops?
[puts police cap on Wickey]
King James: Give 'em cops.
Luther: Hello, Officer Friendly!
Wickey: How are you?
Savon: You think you king of the street or somethin'. Ain't nobody king of the street.
Savon: "King" James. Like he's king of the street or something. Ain't nobody king of the street! It's all about survival! It's all about gettin' yours! It ain't about takin' no chances. And it damn sure ain't about jeopardizing your whole motherfuckin' crew!
Don: I don't know what this stuff is anymore. Our gold. God's gold. Fool's gold.
King James: [interrupting Raymond's phone call] Yo Raymond. I need you to do some recon for me. See how those country motherfuckers got here. I know they didn't walk.
Raymond: I ain't got time to be playin' army with you trigger-happy motherfuckers! I got business to tend to!
King James: [produces bundle of $100 bills] Cancel it. I'm hiring you for the rest of the day.
Raymond: [into cell phone] Yo. We're gonna have to reschedule that thing.