Larenz TateQuotes

Larenz Tate
Birthday
September 8th, 1975
From
Chicago, Illinois, USA
Actor

Ray - A Humorous Exchange About Closing a Bag

Ray Charles: Could you do me a favor and close that bag?
Quincy Jones: What's wrong with you? You got two hands. You can close it yourself.
Ray Charles: I got two feet too. Could you close that bag?
Quincy Jones: [chuckling] I got it.

Ray - Meeting of Musical Minds

Quincy Jones: Say, daddy-o, what axe you play?
Ray Charles: Uh, piano. Just blew in from Tampa, Florida. Me and my partner, Gossie McGee, came here, you know, want to fatten up our style. Cop some licks from some more experienced cats, you dig?
Quincy Jones: You know what? Why don't you let me take you inside? You know, show you around.
Ray Charles: All right. Perfect gentleman.
Quincy Jones: Yeah, this is just like my place. So, what's your name?
Ray Charles: Ray Robinson.
Quincy Jones: I'm Quincy Jones.

Crash - Discussing Consequences of a Reckless Act

Lucien: You run over a Chinaman, stuff him in the back, then bring the truck here so I can share in the experience?
Anthony: Come on, man. It's a little bit of blood. It'll wash right off.
Lucien: Georgie, burn this thing.
Anthony: Burn it? It's a brand new Navigator. All you need is a little piece of carpet.
Lucien: You watch The Discovery Channel?
Anthony: Not a lot.
Peter: They got some good shit on that channel.
Lucien: Every night, there is a show with somebody shining a little blue light and finding tiny specks of blood splattered on carpets and walls and ceiling fans, bathroom fixtures, and special-edition plastic Burger King tray cups. And the next thing they show is some stupid redneck in handcuffs who looks absolutely stunned that this is happening to him. Sometimes the redneck is actually watching The Discovery Channel when they break in to arrest him, and he still can't figure out how on earth they could've caught him! Do I look like I want to be on The Discovery Channel?
Anthony: No.
Lucien: Then get the fuck out of my shop.

Crash - Debate on Music and Racial Language

Anthony: You wanna listen to music of the oppressor, you go right ahead.
Peter: How in the lunacy of your mind is hip-hop music of the oppressor.
Anthony: Listen to it, man. Nigger this, nigger that! You think people go around calling each other honkies all day? "Hey, honkie! How's business?" "Going great, cracker! We're diversifying!
Peter: [changes the station] How about this, huh? How about that? You like that? Man's singing about lynching niggers!
Anthony: And you think there's a difference, don't you?
Peter: [singing] Gonna buy me a rope, and lynch me a nigger!
Anthony: You've got absolutely no idea where hip-hop comes from, do you?
Peter: [singing] I shoot em dead first, but I done broke my trigger!
Anthony: [[Huey P. Newton|Huey Newton; [Bobby Seale; [Eldridge Cleaver; [Fred Hampton] You see, back in the 60s, we had smart black articulate black men. Like ], ], ], ]. These brothers were speaking out, and people were listening. And then, the FBI said, "Oh, no! We can't have that! I know! Let's give the niggers some music by a bunch of mumbling idiots, and sooner or later they'll all copy it, and nobody'll be able to understand a fucking word they say! End of problem.

Crash - Perceptions of Race and Service Dynamics

Peter: We didn't get any coffee that you didn't want and I didn't order, and this is evidence of racial discrimination? Did you happen to notice our waitress was black?
Anthony: And black women don't think in stereotypes? When's the last time you met one who didn't think she knew everything about your lazy ass before you even opened your mouth? That waitress sized us up in two seconds. We're black, and black people don't tip, so she wasn't gonna waste her time! Someone like that, there's nothing you can do to change their mind.
Peter: So, uh, how much did you leave her?
Anthony: [''Peter laughs''] You expect me to pay for that kind of service? What? What the fuck is you laughing at, man?