White Men Can't Jump (1992)
Billy Hoyle: I'll tell you what. Why don't we take all these bricks and build a shelter for the homeless, so maybe your mother will have a place to stay.
Sidney Deane: Oh man shut your anorexic malnutrition tapeworm-having overdose on Dick Gregory Bahamian diet-drinking ass up. Leave me alone!
Billy Hoyle: What, you still throwing up bricks? What is this, a Masons convention? Wha... clank, clank! I need, like, a welding torch to play in this league! I got an idea... let's just stop right now and gather up all these bricks and let's build a shelter for the homeless so maybe your mother will have a place to live!
Sidney Deane: Look man, you can listen to Jimi but you can't hear him. There's a difference man. Just because you're listening to him doesn't mean you're hearing him.
Sidney Deane: Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody? For Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?
Sidney Deane: Billy, listen to me. White men can't jump.
Billy Hoyle: You are so stupid. It would take your mother 1, no. 2 hours to watch 60 MINUTES.
Sidney Deane: Don't start that shit again.
Billy Hoyle: You calling me ugly?
Sidney Deane: Your mother did.
Sidney Deane: Billy, I have four words for you: "Listen to the Woman".
Billy Hoyle: What the hell does that mean, "Listen to the woman"? I TRIED to listen to the woman and you're the one who talked me out of it.
Sidney Deane: Wait a minute. I didn't talk you out of anything. I presented you with an option and you took it.
Gloria Clemente: Teammates can't hustle each other.
Rhonda Deane: Why not?
Gloria Clemente: It's not artistic.
Sidney Deane: You see Billy it's like this, you either smoke or you get smoked. And you got smoked.
Sidney Deane: You can put a cat in an oven, but that don't make it a biscuit.
Billy Hoyle: [playing in tournament prelims-overdub] Don't let him pull that move, don't let him pull that move! That's the move! Oh that's the move!
Sidney Deane: [insulting Billy] Doesn't this guy look like one of those motherfuckers from The Brady Bunch?
Junior: Yeah! He looks like Cindy!
[sings, insulting Billy]
Junior: The youngest one in curls...
Sidney Deane: Hey hey man, what's the score? Yo! Chump! I'm talking to you! I'm talking to the fucking air.
Billy Hoyle: My name ain't chump, it's Billy Hoyle.
Sidney Deane: Billy Hoyle. BILLY HOYLE. Billy Hoyle. Okay Billy... can you count to ten, Billy?
Billy Hoyle: Yeah.
Sidney Deane: Good. What's the score... Billy?
Billy Hoyle: I don't know.
Sidney Deane: Then you're a chump.
Billy Hoyle: I may be a chump, I just said that wasn't my name.
Sidney Deane: I don't mean to brag... but I'm the greatest!
Billy Hoyle: A black man would rather miss than look bad.
Rhonda Deane: All I care about is getting out of the Vista View apartments, because there ain't no "vista", there ain't no "view", and there certainly ain't no vista of no view.
Gloria Clemente: Sometimes when you win, you really lose, and sometimes when you lose, you really win, and sometimes when you win or lose, you actually tie, and sometimes when you tie, you actually win or lose. Winning or losing is all one organic mechanism, from which one extracts what one needs.