Giancarlo EspositoQuotes

Billy Ray: [Billy Ray is in jail] I wish my bitches would get here. I ain't got time to be sitting in this cell with you.

Big Black Guy # 1: Where is your bitches, Mr. Big-Time Pimp?

Billy Ray: [to Cellmate #2] Didn't I tell you that the phone in my limousine is busted, and I can't get in contact with my bitches?

Cellmate #2: [to Big Black Guy] Yeah! The phone in the limo was busted. What is ya, ignorant?

Sal: What'd I tell you about that noise?

Buggin Out: What'd I tell you about them pictures?

Sal: What the fuck, are you deaf?

Buggin Out: No! Are you? FUCK YOU! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now!

Mookie: We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out!

Sal: Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!

Buggin Out: Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures!

Sal: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place!

Pino: RADIO RAHEEM!

Radio Raheem: Fuck you!

Sal: AND FUCK YOU TOO!

Ahmad: Get in there, Pino!

Radio Raheem: This is music. My music!

Sal: FUCK YOUR MUSIC!

Radio Raheem: Well, turn it off, then.

Vito: Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!

Buggin Out: Fuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame!

Sal: You're gonna fucking close me?

Buggin Out: You're goddamn right!

Sal: YOU BLACK COCKSUCKER!! I'LL FUCKING TEAR YOUR FUCKING NIGGER ASS!

Punchy: [Over all the shouting] Oh, we're niggers now?! We niggers now!

Buggin Out: YOU FUCKING WHITE TRASH! I'LL FUCK YOU UP!

Mookie: Sal, put the fucking bat down!

Buggin Out: COME ON, MAN, YOU FUCKING GUINEA TRASH!

Sal: YOU BLACK COCKSUCKER!! YOU NIGGER MOTHERFUCKER!

Buggin Out: You almost knocked me down, man. The word is "Excuse me".

Clifton: Ah, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Buggin Out: Not only did ya knock me down, you stepped on my brand-new white Air Jordans I just bought, and that's all you can say is "Excuse me"?

Clifton: What, are you serious?

Buggin Out: Yeah, I'm serious. I'll fuck you up quick two times.

Ahmad: Two times.

Buggin Out: Who told you to step on my sneakers? Who told you to walk on my side of the block? Who told you to be in my neighborhood?

Clifton: I own this brownstone.

Buggin Out: Who told you to buy a brownstone on my block, in my neighborhood, on my side of the street? Yo, what you wanna live in a black neighborhood for, anyway? Man, motherfuck gentrification.

Buggin Out: Hey, hey, Sal, how come you ain't got no brothers up on the wall here?

Sal: You want brothers up on the wall, get your own place. You can do what you want to do. You can put your brothers and uncles and nieces and nephews, step-fathers, step-mothers, whoever you want. See? But, this is *my* pizzeria. American Italians up on the wall.

Vito: Take it easy, Pop.

Pino: Don't start.

Buggin Out: Yeah, that might be fine, Sal, but, you own this, rarely do I see any American Italians eatin in here. All I see is Black folks. So since we spend much money here, we do have some say.

Sal: You lookin for trouble? You a troublemaker, is that what you are? You makin trouble?

Buggin Out: Yeah! I'm a troublemaker. I'm makin trouble.

Sal: You're a ball breaker. Always comin in here lookin for trouble, aren't you. Suppose I busted your head. How would you - Now, Mookie. Mookie, you wanna get your friend outta here.

Buggin Out: Oh, you wanna kick me out now? You're gonna kick me out, huh?

Sal: Nah, I'm not kickin you out. You're kickin yourself out.

Buggin Out: [[Malcolm X; [Nelson Mandela; [Michael Jordan] What? Look, we want some brothers up on the wall. Yo, ], ], you know, ]. Tomorrow!

Buggin Out: You the man.

Mookie: No, you the man.

Buggin Out: You the man.

Mookie: No, you the man.

Buggin Out: No, I'm just a struggling black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

Buggin Out: Yo, Mookie.

Mookie: What?

Buggin Out: Stay black.

Jorge: Where's Bertha?

Marcus: [Realizes that they are going to take his car] Not Bertha.

Jorge: Three questions: Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?

Jorge: Do you ever get the feeling the whole world's against you?

Jorge: ['''Thomas:''' Jorge, how do we get in?; '''Brenda:''' Well, we ain't gonna figure it out from up here. Let's go!] Don't look at me, hermano. Those walls are new. I guess that's WCKD's answer for everything.

Jorge: It's been a few years, but– I've been there. The Last City. That's what WCKD called it. It was their whole base of operations. If that city is still standing, that's the last place you wanna go, hermano. That's the Lion's Den.

Isaiah Bradley: No shield. No vibranium wings. I wanna see if he's got three in him.

Sidewinder: The buyer told me everything. He mentioned that, if you survived the grenade, there was a 77-percent chance you'd try to talk me down. Hm. Look at that.

Ozaki: Diplomacy must be hard for you -- a man in a country so used to taking whatever it wants by force.

Sidewinder: How do you think a man with Ross's temperament will deal with being caught in a trap?

Press Correspondent: Since when were they red?

Lambert: For those of you that don't know, I go by "Lambert". You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off.

Peter: [''Setting handcuffs on Abigail on a bed''] All right, sweet dreams. Okay.

Lambert: [[w:Human sexual activity|the grab-ass] You know the rules. No real names, no backstories and keep ] to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one. So she hears only one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?

Joey: Yeah. Who's the girl?

Lambert: You don't need to know her name.

Joey: I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?

Frank: The fuck's that matter to you?

Lambert: A very wealthy man. Who's about to become $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here and to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.

Dean: Nobody's tracking me.

Frank: I'm not taking any chances. Give them over.

Lambert: In the bag.

Sammy: [''Tooling on her phone''; ''Lambert grabs it and Sammy pulls it back''; ''Lambert snatches it away''] One second, I gotta send this real quick. Thank you, just-

Peter: [''Deposits phone in bag''] Thank you.

Lambert: Keep the doors and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?

Peter: Uh, how come we can't use our real names?

Frank: So if any of you fucks get caught, we can't rat out the others.

Dean: Yeah, dumbass.

Peter: You asked the same questions in the van.

Lambert: [''Points to each crew individually''; [w:Rat Pack|Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter. Joey and...] You want names? Fine. ]

Rickles: Damn. The man got his pulse of pop culture.

Lambert: [[w:Don Rickles|Don fucking Rickles] And you're ]. You happy?

Rickles: Not really.

Dean: Who the fuck is Don Rickles?