Jeremiah Peet: It's the past, son. It's dead.
Patrick Peet: No, pop. I don't think your past is dead. It's alive...
Jimmy Bones: Gangsta of love don't eat no fried chicken!
Jimmy Bones: I know what it is and what it will BE, my brotha!
Maurice: 'Sup man?
Bill: Contact paranoia... maybe you've heard of it... I'm buggin' out 'cause I'm hangin' out wit you all the time!... I tell you god damnit man...!
Maurice: Well I got bigger problems! I'm tryin' to get this joint lit, that's drug abuse!
Maurice: I'm Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream. All I gotta do is shake my own hand.
Pearl: There's nothing but a dark world of pain locked in that building.
Eddie Mack: Jimmy Bones, is that you? I thought we killed you...