Michael Buscemi

Ron Stallworth: [answering a phone call from Duke] Mr. Duke, I'm so sorry we didn't get to spend more one-on-one time together.

David Duke: Well, that was a just a tragedy. I had just met those heroic brothers in the cause.

Flip Zimmerman: Heroic.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And the chapter is just shaken at the core.

David Duke: Oh.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And poor Connie, right? I mean, not only does she lose her husband, but...

Flip Zimmerman: Poor Connie.

Jimmy Creek: Connie's going away.

Flip Zimmerman: We feel bad for Connie.

Ron Stallworth: [continuing] ... she's looking at serious prison time.

David Duke: My God. And then there was that nigger detective. Basically...

Ron Stallworth: [to the other officers, trying not to laugh; to Duke] Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Shut up, shut up. Those goddamn coloreds they sure know how to spoil a celebration.

Jimmy Creek: [to Flip] Hey, you're getting me in trouble.

David Duke: [to Ron] Christ, you can say that again.

Ron Stallworth: Those goddamn coloreds sure know how to spoil a celebration. Can I ask you a question, sir?

David Duke: Shoot.

Ron Stallworth: That nigger detective, did you ever did you ever get his name?

David Duke: No. I don't think I...

Ron Stallworth: Are-uh you sure you don't know who he is? Are-uh you absolutely sure? Cause that nigga, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jungle bunny, Mississippi wind chime...

Flip Zimmerman: Wind chime?

Ron Stallworth: [continuing; Ron slams the phone back on the register as his coworkers laugh, high-five him, and pat him on the back.] ... detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick motherfucker! I'll be here all week.