DiAngelo: "So the police are going to kill Tommy Gibbs in cold blood and you want me to stop it? What should I do-arrest the entire New York Police Department?"

DiAngelo: "Black bitches are all alike-you're stupid. Gibbs is as good as dead already. It's done. Some very important people have taken care of that."

Papa Gibbs: "Xerox is a very useful weapon, Mr. DiAngelo."

Tommy: "you do-stay cool."

Papa Gibbs: "You ain't fit to raise children!"

Tommy: "I'm gonna shut down their Japanese connection. Now I know you can handle some of those little Japanese guys, right, Pa? Now we'll pull our own little Pearl Harbor on them, right?"

Tommy: "How you like the hired help, Palermo? They'll clean up the mess they made, won't you ladies? See, that just goes to show you, you never know who's' doing up your socks and underwear."

Tommy: "Now that's what they call soul food."
Cook: "Mmmm. Now you got black-eyed peas... carrot greens..."
Tommy: "... chitlins..."
Cook: "...collard greens... pig's feet... cornbread...
Tommy: "... pork butts..."
Cook: "... and for desert... watermelon!"
Tommy: "Eat hearty, gentlemen."

Tommy: "Anything can be fixed in the good old U.S. of A."

Zach: "I'm gonna follow you all over. When you go to the airport, I'll be your ticket. When you walk down the street, I'll be your shadow. In other words, I'm gonna be all over your ass."

Tommy: "You weren't so high and mighty when you were pimping for me up on Lenox Avenue."

Papa Gibbs: "You comfortable in my chair?"
Zach: "You damn right."
Papa Gibbs: "Well, then you just get your dead ass out of it right now... NOW!"

Helen: What do you want to do, huh? Kill me? I'd welcome that. Maybe I'll make you kill me. You won't be rid of me 'til you do. I'm not gonna run away anymore and I'm not gonna keep away from the kids.
Papa Gibbs: They're our kids now.
Helen: And if you want me out of the way, you'll have to put a bullet in me. So you might as well do it now.
Tommy: There ain't nobody gonna touch a hair on your head. You're the safest woman in New York City. You can walk any street, any time of night, there ain't nothing going to happen to you."

Rufus: "He's always had a knack for foolin' women."

Informant: "Listen. Zach killed Helen. He's trying to make his own deal with DiAngelo. He's hiding out up at Grant's Tomb. Send the boys up there and ice his bad ass."

Tommy: "I'm going to ease back into New York, quiet-like. I got me some funerals to attend."

Zach: "He's a candy ass. I flew to California, man, out to his house, fired some shots in the crib. He didn't even have the balls to do a damn thing. He didn't even have the balls to come after me. He didn't have the balls to do nothing. I even killed his old man. No balls at all. No Balls Gibbs."

Tommy: "I'm closin' down the city. I'm gonna make New York a decent place to live."

Tommy: "When is the next flight to L.A., any airline?"
Agent: "American Airlines in five minutes."
Man: "You'll never make it."
Tommy: "Bullshit!"

Tommy: "You know what I'm gonna do to you, huh? Figure it out, DiAngelo, figure it out. I'm gonna send you to wop heaven. I'm gonna make you famous, DiAngelo. You're gonna be the first whitey ever hung by a nigger."

Compiled by Richard Harland Smith