Bobby: [imitating a teenage girl] The popos is here! Ya'll better run, man, these white cops are crazy! They killed Cornbread! They killed him - he didn't do nothin'!
Angel: I gotta ask you a question. Me and Sofi did a lot of making up last night. It seems like a got a little rust on my tools down here
[opens his bathrobe]
Bobby: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ask the cockologist in the shower.
Jack: How the hell would I know?
Bobby: You're the expert.
Jack: [looks for a second] Rug burn.
Bobby: I wanna make a toast to Evelyn Mercer, the greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had. Pour me and my brothers another round, and some nice warm milk for my little sister.
Jack: Man, I will drink you under the table.
Bobby: We're not talking about sperm, Jack, this is whiskey.
Jack: [chasing a kid down a hallway in a school] Hey, kid! No running in the halls!
Bobby: I don't know how you did it for so many years, man. It must've driven you crazy, Angel. On a ship for, what, six months at a time with nothing but dudes
Angel: It wasn't a ship. And the marine's went co-ed, they got girls now.
Bobby: Yeah, I bet'cha those girls look like dudes too, though.
Angel: Not
after six months they don't.
[first lines]
Evelyn Mercer: Ok, Darnell, so the candy just happened to jump into your pocket, huh? Well I don't think so. Samir's going to call the police right now. Samir, the police!
Darnell: Please don't call the police, man, please!
Evelyn Mercer: That's what happens when you shoplift. There's consequences.
Darnell: But it's just some damn candy! I don't wanna go to jail!
Evelyn Mercer: Well you can probably get away with stealing sometimes, Darnell, but sooner or later you're gonna get caught. Is that the way you want to lead your life?
Darnell: No.
Evelyn Mercer: I happen to believe you're worth more. But you
gotta believe it, Darnell.
Darnell: I hear you, Miss Evelyn.
Evelyn Mercer: Are you bullshitting me?
Darnell: No, Ma'am.
Evelyn Mercer: Well you better not be, you hear me?
Darnell: Yes, Ma'am.
Evelyn Mercer: Ok. Now you tell Samir.
Darnell: I won't steal anymore, sir.
Samir: Alright.
[hangs up the phone]
Evelyn Mercer: Boy, did you get lucky.
[at Thanksgiving dinner, the brothers reminisce about Evelyn]
Evelyn Mercer: [to Jeremiah] Zip up your mouth Jeremiah. Did you grow up in a barn?
Jeremiah: [to Angel] Close your mouth, Angel. You think you a cow or somethin'?
Evelyn Mercer: [to Angel] More tattoos Angel?
[Angel pulls his sleeve down]
Evelyn Mercer: It's okay, you don't have to hide them. Look at mine!
Evelyn Mercer: [pulls sleeve back to reveal a rose, winks] But get your elbows off of the table.
Evelyn Mercer: [to Jack] Jackie. I know bad things happened to you before you came here Jackie, hey look at me!
[Jack looks at her]
Evelyn
Mercer: But you're safe now.
Detective Fowler: If this woman's such a God-damned Saint, how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?
Lt. Green: Miss Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster program and into permanent homes. In 30 years she only came across four lost causes. Four delinquents so far gone she couldn't find anyone to take them in. So she did. Trust me, Fowler,
these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been
Bobby: Jack, it was a questionable kill.
Jack: What makes you think that?
Bobby: Boy, it's sad, you growing up without a father. Nobody taught you anything, did they? Maybe I should've stayed around longer and held your little hand, huh sweetheart? Sometimes pros will cover up their shots with another crime, like a burglary or
something, then pay a witness to throw the cops onto the wrong suspect.
Jack: Why would anybody wanna kill the sweetest woman in the God-damn world?
Bobby: I dunno, Jackie. I dunno.