John Shaft: You know me. It's my duty to please that booty!
Peoples Hernandez: This is Egyptian Cotton, motherfucker... two-twenty thread. That's like half your shitty-ass paycheck, okay?
John Shaft: You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if the Pharaoh himself sent it to you, you knockoff-wearing motherfucker!
Peoples Hernandez: You play golf?
[Walter Wade Jr. nods]
Peoples Hernandez: Golf is phat... Tiger Wooo, Tiger Wooo, I like him.
[Trey starts seizing on the gurney]
Walter Wade, Jr.: Homeboy's got rhythm, huh?
John Shaft: What?
[Shaft punches Wade in the face]
Walter Wade, Jr.: What? Was it something I said? I think my nose is broke!
Lt. Kearney: I've been waiting for this. You are gone from this precinct!
John Shaft: For what?
John Shaft: [punches Wade again] For that?
John Shaft: Who lost your rap sheet for you?
Big Raymond: You...
John Shaft: Who got you that Jets tryout?
Big Raymond: You...
John Shaft: Who got you that gig at the club?
Big Raymond: You.
John Shaft: Who delivers ten times outta ten?
Big Raymond: Alright, dawg... You.
Peoples Hernandez: [In jail] What you in here for, man? Income tax evasion?
[Walter Wade Jr. walks into Peoples' house, trying to look cool]
Peoples Hernandez: You tryin' to blend in or something? You look like a fucking duck hunter.
Peoples Hernandez: My name is Peoples. You know why they call me that?
Walter Wade, Jr.: [In a patronizing tone] 'Cuz you's always takes care of you's peoples?
Peoples Hernandez: More or less.
[Inside Rasaan's apartment]
John Shaft: Man, this is some repugnant shit.
Peoples Hernandez: You're not a cop anymore.
John Shaft: Do you think that makes me less dangerous, or more dangerous?
John Shaft: Yo, Luger, what's up with the "cornbread" talk, man?
Luger: And your problem is what?
John Shaft: Nazis with badges, that's my problem!
Luger: [laughs] "Nazis?" You gotta lighten up, Shaft. I talk like this all the time... but I see your point. Maybe I should take an "ethnic sensitivity" workshop, huh? Fuck you!
John Shaft: Maybe I should "workshop" my foot up your ass!
John Shaft: I know cats who'd take out whole zipcodes for that kind of cheese.
Uncle John Shaft: You're too hot, man. You gotta step off a bit.
Peoples Hernandez: Stick to what I know? Stick to what I know? I'm a star. Yo soy el mayembe!
John Shaft: I see you someplace I don't think you belong... I will kill you.