New Jack City

Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change!

Money talks and bullshit runs a marathon. So, see ya and I wouldn't want to be ya.

Yeah, we takin' over the Carter. We gon' bum rush the whole damn thing. Now if the tenants cooperate, oh, it'll be lovely; they'll be loyal customers. If they don't, fuck it, it's like Beirut- they'll become live-in hostages.

Cancel dat bitch! I'll buy another one!

Am I my brother's keeper? Yes, I am.

A million dollar a week business reduced to fucking rubble!

You gotta rob to get rich in the Reagan era.

I know damn well ain't nobody sucked your shriveled-up dick.

I wanna shoot you so bad, my dick's hard!

(Pooky describing a room used for freebasing) They call it the "Enterprise Room", man, because it's for people who wanna be beamed up to Scotty.

[as Pooky peers into camera in despair] Scottie, help me - I'm gonna die!

(sobbing) I tried to kick... but that shit just be callin' me man, it be callin' me, man... I just got to go to it!

This whole drug shit: it's not a black thing, it's not a white thing. It's a death thing. Death don't give a shit about color.

I don't know about you, man, but I'm ready to kill Nino Brown.

Yo baby, we talkin' about combinating and consolidating, that's what's up!

This ain't business, bitch- this is personal!

(last lines) Idolator! Your soul is required in Hell! [shoots and kills Nino]

Man, a drug dealer is the worst kind of brother. I mean, he won't sell it to his sister, he won't sell it to his mother- but he'll sell it to one of his boys on the street.

They got that shit hooked up like Mission Impossible, man!

I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucka!