- Jeff Ciolla: Where do you think you're goin', niggers?
- Mauricio: Any place you ain't. Now move out of our way, man.
- Jeff Ciolla: Are you telling me what to do?
- Mauricio: [to Helene] C'mon, girl. Move!
- Shades: Didn't you hear what a white man had to say?
- Mauricio: There ain't no man around here. Just some simple-minded punks!
- Shades: Uh-oh. I believe we got some trouble here. This boy don't understand English.
- Jeff Ciolla: Hey, we know these people don't speak English too good. So how could they understand you?
- Ox: I think I have an idea of what you do understand. Gimme your money, all your gold jewelry and your rings!
- Ox: Looks like she don't wanna play with us, huh?
- Shades: Let's leave 'em alone. These kids got nothing!
- Jeff Ciolla: [to Helene] We got something for you, nigger! And you're not goin' anywhere until we say.
- [to Shades]
- Jeff Ciolla: Right?
- Gang: Whatcha guys doin'? Let's get outta here! C'mon, man! Let's go! C'mon, guys!
- Jeff Ciolla: [to Helene] We're gonna do you a good deed, girl.
- Shades: C'mon! Let's get outta here!
- Jeff Ciolla: Hold her!
- [Shades and Ox restrain Helene]
- Jeff Ciolla: Today, you'll see what it's like to be white.
- [pulls out a can on white shoe polish and starts spraying Helene]
- Gang: C'mon, man! Whatcha doin'? Let's go!
- Mauricio: Hey! What do you think you're doin'?
- Jeff Ciolla: Shut up, black boy! You're next!
