| Willie: |
[I] heard you screaming all the way down the
alley. |
| Leonard: |
I wasn't screaming! Alright? |
| Willie: |
Yes you was. |
| Leonard: |
I said I wasn't screaming! I was whistling! |
| Willie: |
You was what? |
| Leonard: |
I was whistling for you! |
| Willie: |
You was whistling, "Willie, help, get this
bitch off of me"? |
| ----- |
| Jack Spade: |
Who are these guys? |
| John Slade: |
My theme music, every good hero should have
some. |
| ----- |
| Hammer: |
You ever kill a man before? |
| Jack Spade: |
No. |
| Hammer: |
You ever splatter a man's brains up against
a wall? |
| Jack Spade: |
No. |
| Hammer: |
You ever took a big shinny blade and just ripped
a man from his ass to his appetite?! Then cut his balls off
and make him squeal like a pig? |
| ----- |
| John Slade: |
Everyday, I see kids walking around, killing
and stealing for gold chains. I see kids with medallions so
big they can hardly stand up, all stooped over and sh**, trying
to carry that stuff. But, what's really awful, man, is you
see a young brother with this cheap imitation electroplated
gold crap around their necks. And, it breaks out in this funky
green rash, with these bumps and sh**; it just makes you wanna
puke. |
| ----- |
| Jack Spade: |
[M]r. Big is gonna pay. And, if I see those
little Evans midgets, they ass is mine! I'm . . . payback,
payback! And, Lois Mitchell, you know she snuck me, she snuck
me, in the fifth grade . . . I was eating my Jell-O when you
hit me, baby! |
| Cheryl: |
Jack, Jack, they were just kids! |
| Jack Spade: |
Look, a family full of midgets is not considered
kids . . . that's a gang! |
| ----- |
| Slammer: |
Well, what makes you think you can be a black
hero? |
| Jack Spade: |
I'm an ex-football player! |
| ----- |
| John Slade: |
What these fancy medals for? |
| Jack Spade: |
Well, this one is, uh, shorthand. And, uh,
this one over here is M.V.P. And, uh, this is surfing. |
| ----- |
| Kalinga: |
[H]ow may I help you, my brother? |
| Jack Spade: |
Look, I'm here because I can't stand what's
happening in this community. |
| Kalinga: |
Yes! |
| Jack Spade: |
Yeah, and somebody has to make a change. |
| Kalinga: |
Yes! |
| Jack Spade: |
Now, brother, will you help me? |
| Kalinga: |
Yeee . . . umm, well . . . I wish I could. |
| ----- |
| Cheryl: |
[T]hings really got bad when he . . . |
| Jack Spade: |
Well, what? Cheryl, come on. |
| Cheryl: |
He started wearing gold chains, Jack. |
| Jack Spade: |
Oh God, no! |
| ----- |
| John Slade: |
Sam, hold it man, you told me you served in
Nam! |
| One Eyed Sam: |
I did, Saigon. |
| Jack Spade: |
Well, how'd you lose your eye? |
| One Eyed Sam: |
Fu**in' 'round the office. We were shooting
paper clips at each other, and one of the damn fools hit me
in the eye! |
| ----- |
|
| Leonard: |
[Y]ou must got the Devil in you! |
| Cheryl: |
No . . . cramps! |
| ----- |
| Willie: |
Now, you got a .45 revolver that holds six
bullets! Now, I counted at least twenty shots and you never
reloaded! |
| Slammer: |
That's right. |
| ----- |
| John Slade: |
You go out there alone, boy, they gonna shoot
your ass off. |
| ----- |
| Cheryl: |
Jack, what are you doing with a gun?! |
| Jack Spade: |
I'm in the army, remember? |
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