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Grace Santiago: [staggers towards platform women; pretending to be drunk; pulls her sleeves and clenches her fists as she runs towards them] Hey! Hey! That's my man! Get your hands off my man! Are you bitches crazy? You wanna get hurt, that's what it is!

Woman on Platform: We're sorry, we didn't know it was your man!

Grace Santiago: [tries to attack them] Get the hell outta here! Yeah, you better run!

Woman on Platform: [to her friend as they leave the station] It's your fault! You started it!

Woman on Platform: Me? I didn't start anything!

Grace Santiago: [to John] I turn my back for one minute and you're doggin me?

John: They were huuge!!

Charlie: [back at the booth] Oh, she's beautiful.

Grace Santiago: [positioning John on the poles] Now, you wait right there, all right. You wait right there, and don't you let me see you talkin to -

Grace Santiago: [gives a male passerby a dirty look] You nasty. What you lookin at? I could kick your ass, too. Shit.

Willie Mays Hayes: [''later, with Cerrano about to strike out again''] We should've got the live chicken.

Willie Mays Hayes: Cerrano's looking for some extra power for tonight. He's looking to sacrifice a live chicken. Hey Jake, man, we can't have people puking in the locker room before the game!

Willie Mays Hayes: Don't you guys go anywhere. I plan to put on a hitting display.

Willie Mays Hayes: [''Introducing himself''; [w: Willie Mays|Mays; [w:Bob Hayes|Hayes] Say, hey! Willie Mays Hayes. I play like ], and I run like ].

Willie Mays Hayes: [''sliding into home plate in a tux''] The American Express Card. Don't steal home without it.

Noxeema Jackson: [to Clara; [w: Martin Luther King, Jr.|Martin Luther King; [w:Dorothy Dandridge|Dorothy Dandridge] Miss Vida seems to think that I don't have a dream. Well, honey, I'm not ]. I don't need a dream. I have a plan. You know I'm gonna tell you what it is, because instinctively I knew I could trust you, being as you're not a big talker and everything. My plan is that while in Hollywood I will be approached by an imminent producer, at The Ivy no doubt, to star in the lush film version of the Life of Ms. ]. Yes that noble blacktress, who never played domestic help. And then who's career was crushed by the white Hollywood machine.

Noxeema Jackson: [to Vida] Go on Vida and talk to him, you speak honky!

Noxeema Jackson: Do you like my nails?

Noxeema Jackson: Noxeema Jackson.....Jesse's daughter.

Noxeema Jackson: [when passing by a large Old Southern plantation style mansion; [w:Gone With The Wind (film)|a barbecue at Twelve Oaks] There will be ] tonight...

Noxeema Jackson: If you want to let them know that there is steak for dinner, you got to let them hear it sizzle!

Noxeema Jackson: Check yourself, Loretta, before you wreck yourself!

Noxeema Jackson: When a straight man puts on a dress and gets his sexual kicks, he is a transvestite. When a man is a woman trapped in a man's body and has a little operation, he is a transsexual. When a gay man has WAY too much fashion sense for one gender, he is a drag queen. And when a tired little Latin boy puts on a dress, he is simply a boy in a dress!

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:U-turn (maneuver)|U-ie] Oh no girlfriend, did you just do a ]?

Noxeema Jackson: Look at her, runnin like she runnin across the border.

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Rosa Parks|Rosa Parks] I do not do the bus. You obviously have me mistaken for Miss ].

Noxeema Jackson: [As others say "I declare!”] I decline!

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Sandinista|sandinista] Look, that child is Latin. You don't want to be gettin mixed up in all that Latin mess. She might turn out to be a ] or something.

Noxeema Jackson: Your mother.

Noxeema Jackson: Why do I feel like I'm in the Tournament of Roses Parade?

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Driving Miss Daisy|Miss Daisy] I ain't drivin you no more, ]!

Noxeema Jackson: [when asked “How do I look?” by Chi-Chi] Like the Miami Sound Machine just exploded all over you.

Noxeema Jackson: Little Latin boy in drag, why are you crying?

John Spartan: Is it cold in here, or is it just me?

Simon Phoenix: Good memory.

Simon Phoenix: All right, gentlemen, let's review. The year is 2032 - that's two-zero-three-two, as in the 21st century - and I am sorry to say that the world has become a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies. All we have to do to run the whole thing is to kill a man named Raymond who put it all together. Ah, but there's an extra added bonus. We get to kill the man who put most of us behind the freezer.

Cryo-Con: You mean, we get to kill John Spartan.

Phoenix: [Cryo-Cons laugh and cheer] Exactly! I want you to loot, pillage, plunder! I want you to steal! I want you to do all the wonderful things that we used to do before all of this happened! This world will be ours! Let's bring back the good old days! Are you with me?

Cryo-Cons: YEAH!

Phoenix: ARE YOU WITH ME?

Cryo-Cons: YEAH!

Phoenix: [makes a toast with Cryo-Cons] LET'S DO IT!

Museum PA: The Armory exhibit is now sealed. All museum patrons still occupying the facility should remain calm. Help is imminent.

Simon Phoenix: The museum is no longer sealed, is it? Ha-ha! What can I say? I'm a blast from the past!

John Spartan: You shoulda stayed there.

Phoenix: [opens fire and forces Spartan to take cover] Oh, boy, that voice sounds familiar. Who is that?

Spartan: Bad aim, Blondie!

Phoenix: [shoots again; Spartan grabs some guns and dives for cover] Spartan? John Spartan? Oh, shit, they let anybody into this century! What the hell are you doing here? Simon says, "Bleed!

Spartan: [to himself; aloud] Great. Just great. You're making it too easy for me, Phoenix!

Phoenix: [waiting for his AcMag gun to charge up; to Spartan; shoots to distract Spartan and escapes into another exhibit hall] Come on, you space-age piece of shit. So let me get this right. They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass? Damn, you been had! I've been dreaming about killing you for 40 years.

Spartan: Yeah? Well, keep dreaming!

Data Portal: Gun. Noun. Portable firearm. This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late 20th century. Referred to as a "pistol" or "piece.

Simon Phoenix: Look, I don't need a history lesson. Come on, HAL! Where are the goddamn guns?

Morality Box: [buzzes, issues a ticket] You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.

Phoenix: [Tosses the ticket over his shoulder] What? Fuck you.

Morality Box: [buzzes, issues another ticket; Phoenix throws the ticket aside] Your repeated violation of the Verbal Morality Statute has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department. Please remain where you are for your reprimand.

Phoenix: [hears police sirens; Morality Box buzzes again and issues a third ticket; crumples and throws it away] Yeah, right. Fuckers are fast, too. Beep!

Blade: When you understand the nature of a thing, you know what it's capable of.

Blade: [''After cops shoot at his person when Quinn is escaping the hospital''] Motherfucker, are you outta yo damn mind?!?

Blade: Say what you want, but I promise you, you will be dead by dawn.

Blade: You better wake up. The world you live in is just a sugar-coated topping. There is another world beneath it — the real world. And if you want to survive it, you better LEARN TO PULL THE TRIGGER!

Blade: [''Kicks the last serum tranquilizer at Deacon's forehead causing him to explode''] Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice-skate uphill.

Blade: [''Proceeds to light him ablaze''] Quinn, I'm gettin a little tired of choppin you up. Thought I might try fire for a change.

Blade: [''To Rush''] You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?

Blade: [''To Reinhardt''] Can you blush?

Blade: [''After Scud asks about what Blade thought about his betrayal''; About the "dud" explosive Scud is holding] Two things: One, I've been onto you since they turned you. And two... it's not a dud.

Blade: [''When he sees the vampire nightclub, which is packed with several hundred partying vampires''] You've got to be kidding me.

Blade: You obviously do not know who you are FUCKING WITH!

Blade: There's an old saying: Keep your friends close, your enemies keep closer.

Blade: [''To Rush] Take me to him, and I'll consider you a loose end.

Blade: Forget what you think you know. Vampires exist. My name is Blade. I was born half human, half vampire. They call me, The Daywalker. I have all their strengths, none of their weaknesses, execpt for the thirst. 20 years ago, I met a man that changed that. Whistler. He taught me how to hold the thirst at bay. Taught me the rules. Gave me the weapons to hunt with: Silver, garlic, sunlight. Two years ago, he was attacked. They took him, and turned him into the thing I hate most. I should have finished him off. Now, I'm hunting him. I will find him. And nothing will stand in my way.

Angel: I'm a woman in need of rescue. What kind of man are you?

Fabulos: [to Aman] I'm the heartless kind. Hey, come on. I don't know how to be dead!

Aman: No one taught you how to live!

Aman: And so I awoke beneath that mountain, where my mother had sacrificed her life for mine. While out there, the damned were stirring.

Aman: It was over. My death meant nothing. But to my mother, it was everything.

Aman: I felt for the kid. I really did. But I couldn't just leave him to die. Me, I had unfinished business at my place of my own resurrection. I figured, if I ever made it back, I would tell him about the time when I died.

Aman: Now that's starting the story... at the end. It begins with a harlot. She's with child when the mines dry up, so she becomes a thief. But not very good. She's headed for the gallows when the Sisters of San Diablo find her. They take her in and teach her the secrets of the dead. When the boy child is born, they tell her, "You must give him up. The Gateway to Hell is no place to raise a child." So she sends him to an orphanage. And there, he grows. And grows and grows until the clock strikes twelve. And then they tell him, "You're a man. You must leave." But where? A widowed woman meets him, likes him, takes him in. She is the mistress of a slaughterhouse. She teaches him a trade, puts food on the table. Loves him. And raises him with... her daughter. A beautiful daughter. He grows to love the daughter. She is his to protect. One sunrise, she tells him, "Go with mother to sell the skins. Don't worry. I can take care of myself." He leaves her. Five men ride by. They find her alone. And they make use of her. She keeps it secret until she can no more. For now, she is with child. She begs him, "Forgive her, forget what has happened to her. For the sake of the unborn." She says the men are gone, and to her, they mean... nothing. But not to him. No. For one of them grows inside of her. Unbearable. So for a second time, he leaves. For the next five years, he remembers nothing but the pain of not being by her side. He returns to find her dead. She died giving birth to that... child. They took from him the thing he loved most. Those who were responsible... would pay.

Aman: Most times, when you bring a man to justice, the axe swings. The noose tightens. That's it. Out here, they come back. Harder to kill. The way I finish them, rip out their heads. As for these men, target practice.

Aman: Legend goes that somewhere beneath these mountains lies a gateway between heaven and hell. It is said that a sacred sisterhood guards this portal and the power of their prayers keeps the damned from tormenting the living. Trouble with the damned is... they never stay put.

Nino Brown: I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucka!

Nino Brown: Yeah, we takin over the Carter. We gon bum rush the whole damn thing. Now if the tenants cooperate, oh, it'll be lovely; they'll be loyal customers. If they don't, fuck it, it's like Beirut- they'll become live-in hostages.

Nino Brown: Cancel dat bitch! I'll buy another one!

Nino Brown: [testifying in court] I'm not guilty. You're the one that's guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during Prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.

Nino Brown: You gotta rob to get rich in the Reagan era.

Nino Brown: Yo baby, we talkin about combinating and consolidating, that's what's up!

Nino Brown: Money talks and bullshit runs a marathon. So, see ya and I wouldn't want to be ya.

Nino Brown: Am I my brother's keeper? Yes, I am.

Nino Brown: Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change!

Nino Brown: A million dollar a week business reduced to fucking rubble!

Nino Brown: I know damn well ain't nobody sucked your shriveled-up dick.

Nino Brown: That fucking skeezer- you think I give a fuck about her? Fuck that ho bitch! I don't give a fuck about her!