Michael Jai WhiteQuotes

Gloria: So you’re one of those Tom Slick brothers that think they can get by on good looks, a wink and a smile, huh?

Black Dynamite: Tom Slick – no. But thank you for the compliment.

Black Dynamite: Winks and smiles?

Gloria: Yeah

Gloria: Well what about the smile?

Honey Bee: Black Dynamite, you ain't got to worry about Gloria. She gonna be safe in here. I been keeping the girls up on their kung fu like you told me to. Now, they find her up in here, we will fricassee they honky asses.

Gloria: Dynamite, are you sure about this? Maybe we should call the police.

Black Dynamite: No, Mama. You can bet your sweet ass and half a titty whoever put that hit on you already got the cops in their back pocket. You be cool, Mama. Bee here will keep you tight and out of sight. I'm gonna shake the tree from the roots and rake up the fruits, rip it up out of the ground, find out what's going down. Don't worry about tomorrow, Mama, because tonight-

Euphoria: Dynamite’s gonna make it all right!

Black Dynamite: Euphoria, shut the fuck up! I know that was you! I ain't even gotta look! I should send your ass back to Crenshaw Pete with his hot-ass coat hangers, bitch! Would you like that?!

Gloria: [Kisses Black Dynamite] Black Dynamite, I know that we just met, but somehow I feel that I can trust you. I'll be waiting here till you come to get me. Thank you for saving my life.

Black Dynamite: You be cool, Little Mama. I'll be back before too long.

Black Dynamite: Freeze, Turkeys!

O'Leary: I see you haven't lost your tough, B.D.

Black Dynamite: O'Leary? (uncocks handgun)

O'Leary: The old pie in the windowsill trick. I can't believe I fell for that. That was the same trick you used in Nam to save my ass. B.D. took our fatigues and put them on two dead gooks. I remember we circled back and turned the tables.

Black Dynamite: I guess you forgot about the time you and Bravo company left my black ass for dead, huh? But I remember. I remember everything. I remember Vietnam like it was yesterday. I remember that village in Tainan that we cut down. It was a massacre. All the dead Chinamen we left in our tracks. I remember the faces, the children. This one child I'll never forget. Poor little bastard was still alive. His little Chinese legs were blown clean off! Still see his little shins & feet hanging from the ceiling fan across the hut. He was charred from his head down to his little Chinese knees. He tried to get up, but he fell over when what was left of his right leg broke off. As he laid there, flat on his face, he looked up at me. His little Chinese eyes burned right into my stomach, deep into my soul. He said something to me in Chinese like, Boo coo sow!', sounded like some cartoon shit. But I understood it to be a question that he was asking me. And I don't have to know how to speak Chinese to know what that question was. Why, Black Dynamite? Why?

O'Leary: We're a long way from Nam. Look at this place. It must have an eight-track player in every room. What's going on today is a smack problem of epic proportion. Corruption is running rampant and we don't know who to trust. We need you, Black Dynamite, now more than ever.

Black Dynamite: I know I was the best CIA agent that the CIA ever had, but I thought I told you honkies from the CIA that Black Dynamite was out of the game.

O'Leary: You're never out of the game.

Black Dynamite: I've known you for a long time. And there's something you're not telling me.

O'Leary: Okay. We heard about your brother's death. The last thing we need is you running through the streets creating a river of blood.

Black Dynamite: Tell me who did it and I'll just leave a puddle.

O'Leary: We don't know who killed Jimmy. But I do know this. You step out of line, friendship or not, and I'm gonna take you down. Because in case you forgot, when you left the agency, you relinquished your license to kill.

Black Dynamite: Well, you do what you have to. Just don't get in my way.

Black Dynamite: Excuse me, brothers.

Militant: (Reading both his stage directions (what he is supposed to do) and dialogue (what he is supposed to say) at the same time): The Militants turn, startled! This is private. How'd you get in here?

Black Dynamite: I walked in.

Militant: So, you one of them sneaky brothers, huh? Or maybe you're an undercover pig. Or maybe you're just a federal hitman.

Black Dynamite: If I was, you cats would already be dead. Now, let me speak to the man in charge.

Militant: (still reading both) Sarcastically, I'm in charge.

Black Dynamite: All right. What's wrong, Honey Bee? I've known you too long. Now, if something's bothering you, why don't you lay it on me?

Honey Bee: Black Dynamite, I got to go to the hospital. It's my little nephew Bucky. He OD'd.

Black Dynamite: Where is Bucky and what has he had?

Honey Bee: It's that new drug on the street. All the kids are falling prey to it. What we gonna do, Black Dynamite?

Black Dynamite: I know what I'm gonna do. (slaps his desk and stands up) I'm gonna fight. The only way I know how. Ever since I was a boy, all I knew was how to fight. Fight, fight, fight. And when I got tired, I would fight some more. And now that the Man has got our backs to the wall, I ain't gonna let him hurt the kids. I'm gonna take him down. I'm gonna take them all down.

Black Dynamite: Three inches to the left and they would have missed my black ass.

Black Dynamite: (firing missiles at an island from a helicopter) Take that, you dick-shrinkin island!

Black Dynamite: Do you see where I'm coming from you jive motherfucker!

Black Dynamite: Haha! I threw that shit before I walked in the room!

Black Dynamite: You diabolical dick shrinkin motherfuckers!

Black Dynamite: (throws eyeballs at Fiendish Dr. Wu) You told him to keep an eye out for me.

Black Dynamite: (after Bullhorn is killed) Fiendish Dr. Wu, you done fucked up now!!

Black Dynamite: I shoulda known you'd be behind this, Fiendish Dr. Wu. Your knowledge of scientific biological transmogrifications is only outmatched by your zest for Kung Fu treachery!

Black Dynamite: You can hit the sheets or the streets, it don’t make me no nevermind. Now that’s your bag, baby. You can go or you can come, can you dig it?

Black Dynamite: Now that the man has our backs to the wall, I ain’t gonna let em hurt the kids.

Black Dynamite: I’d like to take the credit but dig mama, there’s no “I” in “revolut” …in “team.”

Black Dynamite: (after killing a donut costume-wearing assassin) Donuts don’t wear alligator shoes.

Black Dynamite: It may be bigger than you and it may be bigger than me, but it’s not bigger than you AND me; can you dig it?

Black Dynamite: The worst thing about these dealers getting children addicted to this new smack, is that these children are ORPHANS…. And orphans don’t have parents.

Black Dynamite: Listen sucka. I’m blacker than the ace of spades and more militant than you and your whole damned army put together. And while you’re out there chanting at rallies and brow beating politicians, I’m taking out any money frontin’ sucker on a humble that gets in my way, so I'll tell you what. When your so-called Revolution starts, you call me and I'll be right down in front showing you how it's done. But until then, you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP when grown folks is talkin!

Black Dynamite: I know I was the best CIA agent the CIA ever had, but I thought I told you honkies from the CIA that Black Dynamite was out of the game!

Black Dynamite: Who the hell’s interrupting my Kung Fu?!

Black Dynamite: Mama, you can bet yo sweet ass and half a titty whoever ordered the hit on you has already got the pigs in they back pocket.

Black Dynamite: Tiny, get pimpin’ Jake out of my trunk, tell him, “the rest of my money by Wednesday or I’ll make him stick himself.”

Black Dynamite: Shh, mama, you gonna wake up the rest of the bitches.

Case Walker: Max? You tell that wannabe Dana White, next time he sends a couple of bitches over to train with me, he gonna have some damn problems.

Case Walker: Now would you rather push your opponent, or finish your opponent?

Case Walker: You need to get a soul, little man.

Case Walker: An angry mind is a narrow mind.

Lau: I already have. For obvious reasons, I couldn't wait for your permission. Rest assured, your money is safe.

The Joker: [enters laughing sarcastically] And I thought my jokes were bad!

Gambol: Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off.

The Joker: [sticks a pencil into the table, point first; slams Gambol's henchman's head down upon the pencil, penetrating his eye socket; Gambol rises in anger] How about a magic trick? I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. Ta-da! It's— it's gone! Oh, and by the way, the suit, it wasn't cheap. You ought to know. You bought it!

The Chechen: [Gambol sits down] Sit. I want to hear proposition.

The Joker: Let's wind the clocks back a year. These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean, what happened? Did your – did your balls drop off? Hmm? You see, a guy like me—

Gambol: [mobsters chuckle] A freak!

The Joker: [annoyed; points at Lau, who turns off his camera] A guy like me— Look, listen. I know why you choose to have your little group therapy sessions in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night: the Batman. See, Batman has shown Gotham your true colors, unfortunately. Dent? He's just the beginning. And as for, uh, the television's so-called "plan": Batman has no jurisdiction. He'll find him, and make him squeal! I know the squealers when I see them, and...

The Chechen: What do you propose?

The Joker: [the mobsters laugh] It's simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.

Sal Maroni: If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?

The Joker: If you're good at something, never do it for free.

The Chechen: How much you want?

The Joker: [the mobsters laugh again] Uh, half.

Gambol: You're crazy.

The Joker: I'm not. No, I'm not! If we don't deal with this now, soon little, uh, Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma.

Gambol: [slams the table] Enough from the clown!

The Joker: [revealing hand grenades under his jacket] Ah-ta-ta-ta. Let's not blow this out of proportion.

Gambol: You think you can steal from us and just walk away?

The Joker: Yeah.

Gambol: I'm putting the word out. Five hundred grand for this clown dead. A million alive, so I can teach him some manners first.

The Joker: [leaves Joker card on the table, backs out of the room] All right, so listen. Why don't you give me a call when you want to start taking things a little more seriously? Here's my card.