Beverly Hope AtkinsonQuotes

Carole: Surprise, Sugar. You're on. What you gonna do about it? I mean, you're on for a few days til I hook it up?

Michael: Uh, yeah, sure, of course. Right on.

Michael: Uh, are you serious about stayin with me? Cause, I mean, it's really okay with me. I mean, if I could... I could sleep on the floor, and you could... I mean...

Carole: [pats her behind, watching it jiggle; taps her head] Listen here, white boy, don't hand me that honky shit. "Stay with you." You ain't got nothin goin for you. Damn, man! First you help me get my ass kicked out of a good gig, then, cause you think I need you for a few goddamn minutes, you try to jive-ass me for a quick lay? Now, listen here, boy! As long as Carole got this here good thing, and this here left, ha ha ha! She don't need ANYTHING else unless she wants it, and child, I don't want it.

Carole: What the hell is all this racket about?

Angie: [referring to Carole] What'd your Jewish momma do now, hire a cleaning lady?

Michael: Pop, this is my girlfriend.

Angie: [in shock; ''Carole thrusts her behind in the air and pops it out revealing her enormous backside before backing out of the room''] Get that nigger out of my house!

Carole: Listen, Michael. Uh, first thing in the morning, we will take them big-ass drawings of yours up to one of them big cartoon syndicates. You can sell em, we'll get some bread, get our clothes out of Angie's house and split for San Francisco. And Shorty can't roll that far.

Michael: I'm gonna tell you, Carole, I don't wanna sell my cartoons to one of them places. They, uh - they ain't gonna buy that crap anyway. I'm an underground cartoonist. That's - that's where I belong.

Carole: So why don't you sell your stuff to your underground friends?

Michael: They don't wanna buy any.

Carole: Now, why that, Mr. Underground?

Michael: [in whisper to Carole] Cause, well, uh... I still jack off.

Carole: [Laughing] You are cool!