- Pinky: [in the dark dojo] I'm gonna shoot. Goddammit, I'm gonna shoot!
- [fires his gun]
- henchman: You shot me, boss! Ouch!
- Sydney: I wouldn't jam with you if my life depended on it.
- Black Belt Jones: Well, I'll be a sonofabitch.
- Sydney: Yes, Mr. Jones. I know what I've got. If you want it, you gotta take it.
- Black Belt Jones: Take it? I could do that. But, I don't need no woman that badly.
- Sydney: [strikes Black Belt across the face] What's the matter? You a faggot?
- Black Belt Jones: Hey!
- Sydney: [strikes Black Belt again] Why you henhouse. My cookie would kill you.
- Black Belt Jones: I'm gonna make you sweat. One way...
- Sydney: Come on.
- Black Belt Jones: And then the other.
- Black Belt Jones: No, no, you stay here till I get back. Do those dishes or something.
- Sydney: [points revolver at rack of dirty dishes and fires six shots] They're done!
- Quincy: Let 'em go, man! Come on back! Let 'em go! You won't be back no mo'! If you want some mo', come on back!
- [first lines]
- Big Tuna: Look at all that bread, will ya? These babies maybe hot now, but in a couple of years - emm!
- Toppy: You supposed to be out front teaching the class.
- Pop Byrd: You can handle it, blood.
- Toppy: You haven't taught class in three weeks.
- Lucy: [from another room] He been too busy gamblin' and ho-chasin'.
- Toppy: Who's that, Lucy?
- Pop Byrd: What ho you see me chasin', woman?
- Lucy: That's why you're so tired and outta shape!
- Pinky: It ain't collection time, so, what's happenin', baby?
- Blue Eyes: Why don't you cut out that baby shit.
- Pinky: Hey, what's eating you?
- Big Tuna: You, Pinky. You've been skimming from the till.
- Blue Eyes: The way we figure it, maybe a million, by now.
- Big Tuna: And the Don, he don't like it.
- Pinky: But, he gave me my start!
- Blue Eyes: Maybe you're finish.
- Pinky: Wasting my time on ants. Looky here. See this IOU from Pop. $41,000 he owes me. Hey, I was gonna forget it. Pop being my good friend and all. But, no. You guys got it in for me. You send some bulldagger broad out to break up my place. Look, $124,000 in damages. Another $85,000 in hospital bills. Man, we ain't got no Blue Cross! Go ahead, add it up. It's $250,000.
- Pinky: What's holdin' you up, black butt?
- Black Belt Jones: [to Sydney] I better go before Aunt Jemima freaks out.
- Militant: Hey man, we're from the black student union, you capitalistic muthafucker! And we demand that you stop selling dope in this shithouse and stop rippin' off the black community!
- Pinky: Oh, I see. You little niggers want a donation.
- Militant: You black Gunga Din! How many brothers and sisters died from that money?
- Pinky: Look, I don't force nobody to buy dope and I don't sell dope on the street.
- Black Belt Jones: I'll talk to him.
- Toppy: That nigga's ears don't work!
- Black Belt Jones: He's just lonely. I'll talk with him.
- Pinky: You're dead, you hear. Dead! I'll kill the sonofabitch that leaves a bone unbroken in this nigga.
