Mr. Simms: After you killed Crazy K, a few of his boys killed you! I guess you didn't make it!
Mr. Simms: Don't worry. You'll get the shit. You'll be knee-deep in the shit. I've got it hid. There's so much... I couldn't even lift it all myself.
Dr. Cushing: What's the matter, Jerome? You don't like seeing black people get killed? But isn't that what you've been doing all your life? You know, Jerome, Cain was the world's first murderer. He slayed his brother. And how many brothers HAVE YOU SLAIN?
[the tattooed man has just been struck by Crazy K's fist after uttering a series of racist propoganda]
Tattooed Man: Hey, nigger. Those people you killed? What color were they?
[Crazy K's expression changes from wrath to somber reflection]
Tattooed Man: [Laughs] They were niggers. I know it.
[Tastes his own blood]
Tattooed Man: You're cool with me, nigger. I like you. I like you a lot.
Mr. Simms: Oh, I must say, I don't think you can reform those types. No - you just kill them.
Bulldog: Hey, wait a minute. You got your gat, man
Stack: Yeah, I got my shit.
Bulldog: Well if a dead mothafucka come fuckin' wit you, you kill his ass. Ya understand me?
Stack: Yo hold up, Bulldog. How'm I supposed to kill somthin' that's already dead, man?
Stack: Yeah, how'm I supposed to kill somthin' that's already dead? That's like killin' some shit twice, man.
Ball: Yeah, like some refried beans 'n some shit. Man, I never understood that, man. Why the FUCK you gonna refry some beans, man? Why not just fry that shit right the first time, and get out?
[Martin Moorehouse has just transformed Newton into a mural]
Martin Moorehouse: Welcome - to MY world!
Mr. Simms: Death... it comes in many strange packages.
Mr. Simms: I'll tell you about Clarence here along the way - unless, of course, you're scared.
Mr. Simms: It's here, in the coffins! WHERE ELSE would I hide it?
Dr. Cushing: But you are responsible for the lives you've taken... for the dreams you've turned into nightmares.
Newton: You listen to me! And you listen good. Those assholes are cops. Who the fuck are you to judge 'em? Shit, man, you got a green dick. Those two guys have been risking their asses on the street for years. The fucker went for Strom's gun.
Newton: Now, maybe those two guys went too far tonight. Maybe it was all a mistake. But next time it could be you. So, you know, you don't ever roll over... and you never rat out a fellow officer. And you never... never break the code.
Mr. Simms: [after telling Crazy K's story] You see, those types can't be rehabilitated... you just kill them.
Newton: What are we going to say? The body of a citizen we murdered has come back to kill us?
Rhodie: [imitating Duke Metger] Well, the only spooks I'm afraid of are the ones with guns.
Eli: You need to be scared, Mr. Metger. Them dolls didn't want him there. They don't want you there. Now you'd best get out before you wind up just like him. Or worse.
Young Tracy: Whazzup, Crazy K?
Crazy K: [Shocked] Tracy?
Young Tracy: Yeah, whazzup? How come we ain't talked in a while? That's right - you KILLED my ass! Ain't that a bitch! I got just one question for you. Why? WHY?
Crazy K: [Nervously, trying to justify his actions] You kept coming up short on me! I couldn't just let you rip me off, nigger!
Ball: Man, that place DOES look evil as Hell!
Bulldog: Really, though.