Romany MalcoQuotes

Jay: [at the Date-a-Palooza] What are you whining about? You asked for this shit!

Jay: Will you just quit whining like a bitch?

Jay: You are whining like a bitch. And you about to cram like ten years of pimpage into one day.

Jay: And after that... you on my level. Come on.

Cal: Just ask questions.

Mooj: [talking to a customer] This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma.

Jay: What are you doing? That's my customer.

Mooj: It certainly is not. When I came upon her, she was unattended.

Jay: No, no, that's my... She was unattended because I went to the back to get the brochure she requested.

Mooj: I apologize, but it's too late. The transaction is completed.

Jay: Then you gonna give me half the commission.

Mooj: You will receive none of the commission.

Jay: I need to talk to Paula. This is crazy, man!

Mooj: [[Jesse Jackson] This is bullshit! Every time I make a sale, you go crying to Paula. How about... how about ]? Oh, Jesse, he needs a call...

Jay: I'm sick of you poaching my customers.

Mooj: I'm sick of your crybaby bullshit.

Jay: You wanna take this shit outside? Just take it outside and squash it?

Mooj: Let's stay inside, so everybody can see what a pussy you have, okay? Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I can't return it until it has spilled blood.

Jay: Look, listen to me. You are fucking with the wrong nigga.

Mooj: [[w:Anti-Arab racism|sandnigger] Hey! You're fucking with the wrong ], okay?

Jay: Dude, I will hang your old ass by your turban!

Mooj: [[w:Apu Nahasapeemapetilon|do you want a Slurpee; [w:Slurpee|Slurpee; [w:New York accent|My accent is a fucking Brooklyn accent] Turban now? Do you see any fucking turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy? Do I say, "Hey, Jay, ]? You want a ]?" Fuck you, okay? I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? ], okay?! Okay?!

Jay: All right, man, calm down, dude! Look... you still covering my shift on Friday or what?

Mooj: If I can keep this commission... with pleasure.

Jay: Cool, man. All right, pops.

Jay: Dude, are you gay?

Andy: No, I'm not gay. I've been with tons of women.

Cal: I touched a guy's balls at Hebrew school once.

Jay: Dude, it's not a big deal. You like to fuck guys. I'm cool. I got friends who fuck guys. In jail.

Jay: Of course it doesn't feel right. What feels right hasn't worked. It's time to try some wrong, dawg.

Jay: You're making the pussy into this great big Greek goddess named "Pussalia", and what you're doing is that you're psyching yourself into thinking that it's some impossible feat.

Jay: From now on, your dick is my dick. I'm getting you some pussy.

Jay: You're puttin the pussy on a pedestal.

Jay: [[tiger; [gazelle] All you gotta do is to use your instincts. How do you think a ] knows how to tackle a ]? It's written, it's code written in their DNA, says "Tackle the gazelle." Believe it or not, in every man there's a code written that says "Tackle drunk bitches.