Harlem Nights

Sugar Ray: I'm going to take this little boy home to his mother. Young Quick: My mama's dead. Sugar Ray: Well, your daddy? Young Quick: My father's dead, too. Sugar Ray: Did you kill them? Young Quick: No, they just dead.

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Bennie: Excuse me, I got something in my eye. Gambler: Well, get it the fuck out yer eye you blind muther fucker!

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Quick: Vera, put that razor away! Quick: I ain't playing games no more. You put that fucking razor away or I'll blow your goddamn pinky toe off! Vera: Oh! Now you're going to shoot me in my pinky toe. Quick: I'm not playing with you. I will blow that little black, gnarled crusty, dead motherfucker the fuck off your foot! Now put the razor away!

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Vera: Benny, you put this orange juice back in here, ain't nothing left but a swallow! Bennie: Then swallow it and shut the fuck up!

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Quick: Hey, I have a lot of money on you, man. The Champ: W-w-w-well... y-y-y-you's getting ready to b-b-b-be a rich nigga ... you see, because, c-c-come next week... I'm knocking... somebody... the fuck out!

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Quick: I haven't had my ass whipped in a while. Probably been like 1911. Sugar Ray: Yeah, that's when the doctor slapped you on the ass. Quick: Yes. That's the last ass-whipping I recall. I'm looking for him.

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