[commentating as Jerry and Angel wrestle]
Bobby: Yeah, get him Jerry! The gorgeous black ladies of wrestling! Nitro and Midnight! Nitro's got Midnight in a headlock! Get him, Jerry! Midnight's trying to be up, but Nitro's on him!
Jack: Jack drinks Jack! Jack drink Jack!
[considering his name is Jack and he's Drinking Jack Daniels]
Jeremiah: Jackie is drunk!
Bobby: Jack likes ass crack and ballsack.
Jack: Jack doesn't like ass crack and ballsack! Jack likes boobs! Jack's got fans. Jack's got lots of fans.
Angel: Man, shut the hell up.
Bobby: [after Jack is shot] Jack! Jack, look at me! Jack, you all right? Hold on. We need an ambulance!
Angel: Somebody help! Call 911!
Bobby: Jack. Jack. Jack! Jack, please. Come on, man.
Sofi: I'm calling, I'm calling!
Bobby: Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe!
Sofi: [on the phone] We need an ambulance right now!
Bobby: Don't you die on me you little fairy. Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!
Jack: [grunts and gasps, gives one last breath, and dies]
Bobby: [crying] Jack! Jack. Jack, come on, Jack, please! Please...
Angel: [whispers] Jack.
Sofi: Angel, can I ask you a question? What the hell is this?
[holds up some condoms]
Angel: Those are breathmints, baby!
Sofi: You know I'm allergic to latex! Who did you buy them for?
Angel: Put the coo coo back in the clock, baby, I bought them in Vegas way before I even knew I was coming here!
Bobby: She's so La Vida Loca.
Angel: Shut up Bobby, don't start with that! That's why you don't get a girlfriend.
Bobby: I get a girlfriend every fucking week. You know what I want a girlfriend like you.
Sofi: Callate!
Angel: Please don't go there. Can y'all please not go there.
Sofi: [in a whiny voice] Angel, you said this time was going to be different.
Bobby: Ai mami, you're breaking mi corazon, chica. She's getting real comfortable here. What are you doing? I thought you were a macho man, a tough guy. You know, it's a crying shame that Little Jack is the only one down to ride.
[Victor Sweet's first lines]
Victor Sweet: Out-of-town shooters. That's what I said. I remember hearing myself saying, "Out-of-town shooters." You know what? You don't pay a ho to fuck you. You pay her to leave. What you pay out-of-town shooters to do? You pay them to get the hell back out of town. That's why I asked for out-of-town shooters. What'd I get? In-town shooters.
Someone decided to hire in-town shooters. You know what else I got for my money? In-town police. In-town trouble. Who's got to get in the ring with me on this?
Detective Fowler: It's not looking good for you, homeboy.
Angel: We'll see if they're still your boys after they find out you killed your partner Green, homeboy.
Detective Fowler: That's your angle, huh? You're gonna walk out there and tell them I killed Green? That's your story?
Angel: It has the advantage of
being true.
Detective Fowler: So what? I killed my partner. I could kill the whole damn police department if you were the only witness. They'd probably just promote me to chief. You're one of the Mercer brothers. No cop in the world is going to believe your word over mine.
Angel: You know what, you're probably right. Other than the ones I got outside
right now in a van, listening to every bit of our conversation.
Angel: It's a little heavy in here, I'm just gonna go outside and get a little air.
Bobby: You're full of shit, man. You can smell that ass from down the street, huh?
Angel: What are you talking about?
Bobby: What do you mean, what? You know exactly what we talking about with La Vida Loca.
Angel: Ain't nobody going to go get no La Vida Loca nothing!
Jeremiah: She's got a boyfriend.
Bobby: She's got a boyfriend, she's got hard dick in her right now. She screaming somebody else's name and the last thing she's doing is thinking about is your black ass.
Jeremiah: Evelyn was in this city for a long time. She saw a lot that was terrible, but she stayed hopeful. She still believed that things were getting better, sometimes despite all evidence. And that's a hard thing to do, stay hopeful. Even when you can't find a reason.