ML: Well, gentlemen, the way I see it, if this hot weather continues, it's going to melt the polar caps and the whole wide world. And all the parts that ain't water already will surely be blooded. Coconut Sid: You're a simple motherfucker. Now where ...
Coconut Sid: Look at those Korean motherfuckers across the street. I betcha they haven't been a year off da motherfucking boat before they opened up their own place. Coconut Sid: It's been about a year. ML: A motherfucking year off the motherfucking ...
Radio Raheem: Two Slices. Sal: NO service till you turn that shit off! Radio Raheem: Two slices. Pino: Turn it off! Sal: Listen Radio Raheem, I can't even hear myself think! You are disturbing me! You are disturbing my customers.
[while mourning Radio Raheem, who just got choked to death by the cops] Coconut Sid: It ain't safe in our own fucking neighborhood! Never was. Never will be. Sweet Dick Willie: We ain't gonna stand for this shit no more, Sal. Ain't gonna stand for no...
Sweet Dick Willie: It ain't never too hot or never too cold for fuckin'!
Smiley: [angrily, after Raheem is killed by police] One of the police was Black.
Tina: Trust you? The last time I trusted you, Mookie, I ended up with a son.
Sweet Dick Willie: [Radio Raheem walks past blasting Public Enemy on his boombox] Goddamn! Turn that shit off; play some Bobby Blue Bland.
[first lines] Mister Senor Love Daddy: Wake up! Wake up! Up you wake!
Buggin' Out: Why don't you go back to Massachusetts? Clifton: I was born in Brooklyn!
Sal: Do your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table, they pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at you.
Smiley: [stuttering] This is Malcolm X. This is Martin Luther King.
Sal: Hey. The only ass-kicking that's gonna be done around here is gonna be done by me.
Pino: I detest this place like a sickness.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yes, children, this is the cool-out corner. We're slowing it down for all the lovers in the house. I'll be giving you all the help you need. Musically, that is.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Whoa. Y'all take a chill. You got to cool that shit off. And that's the double-truth, Ruth.
Pino: Take your pizza and get the fuck back to Africa.
[repeated line] Sal: Extra Cheese is two dollars.
