National Security (2003)
Earl: Your partner got killed. You lost your job. You went to jail. Your girlfriend walked. You got a job as a security guard at a hundred and eighty-two dollars a week. You know what you are, Hank? You're a black man.
[Earl is trying to reach for the keys in his car and Hank is walking up to him]
Hank: Need some help?
Earl: Are you asking me if I need some help or am I stealing this car?
Hank: Are you stealing this car?
Earl: Does it look like I'm stealing this damn car?
Hank: A little bit.
Earl: Why, 'cause I'm black? If you saw a white guy doing this you'd give him a reward.
Hank: Let me see your license.
Earl: I ain't showin' you a damn thing! This is my car and I didn't do anything wrong. You owe me an apology.
Hank: You're in dangerous grounds here, bub, I'd be careful what comes out of your mouth next!
Earl: Oh, you want to hear what comes out of my mouth next? You're... a... fucking... pig!
[Hank is mad at Earl]
Hank: You got something in your teeth.
Earl: Where, here or here?
[Hank punches Earl]
Hank: Do you actually believe the crap that comes out of your mouth?
Earl: I'm not really sure until I'm finished talkin'.
Hank: This is a beer keg. It doesn't make any sense.
Earl: It makes sense when you put together the pieces.
Hank: What pieces?
Earl: It's obvious. The CIA, they're smuggling alcohol into the inner city in an effort to further subjugate the black man.
Hank Rafferty: I had a partner! I would have taken a bullet for him! You I'm having a hard time not shooting!
Hank: Get out of the damn car!
Woman in car: [Slapping Hank] Didn't your mama teach you any manners? The least you could do is ask me nice!
Nash: I thought I shot you. You must be one tough monkey.
Earl: [laughs] You and the monkey jokes, huh? Didn't your momma teach you any manners while you were humpin' her?
Earl: [after firing two shots an an old lady's car, making it skid to a halt] Ma'am, you may now, reprocure, your vehicle.
[the car instantly explodes]
Hank Rafferty: [a tall lady is holding Earl up with one hand] Okay, put him down.
[she looks questioningly at him]
Hank Rafferty: In a minute or, two. Don't hurry.