Bernie Mac credited as playing...
Gin
- [Willie has just passed out]
- Gin: Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something.
- Marcus: What do you mean, get him outta here?
- Gin: Take him to the car.
- Marcus: In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm?
- Gin: That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same.
- Marcus: Special treatment? I'm 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?
- Gin: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
- Marcus: Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.
- Gin: What'd you call me thigh-high?
- Marcus: I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!
- Gin: I could stick you up my ass, small fry.
- Marcus: Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night?
- Gin: You got some lip on you midget.
- Marcus: Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!
- Bob Chipeska: I just can't help it. There's something about the guy that makes me uneasy.
- Gin: Well sure. Santa fucking someone in the ass...
- Marcus: How much?
- Gin: Half.
- Willie: No fucking way...
- Marcus: Just back off, Will, I got this. I got this! Okay, 30%. That's three of us. 30%, that's fair.
- Gin: Half.
- Marcus: I meant 33%.
- Gin: I meant half.
- Marcus: And 1/3.
- Gin: Half.
- Marcus: 35%.
- Gin: Half.
- Marcus: 40%.
- Gin: Half.
- Marcus: 42%.
- Gin: [Mouthing] Half.
- Marcus: Um... 45%.
- Gin: [Pretends to think about it] Half.
- Marcus: 48%?
- Gin: [In British accent] Half.
- Marcus: 49%!
- Gin: Half.
- Willie: Well, what's one point?
- Gin: We split the dough right down the middle. Any merchendise you take, I get to look at and cherry pick.
- Marcus: No. Money is one thing but you ain't getting the sh...
- Gin: This ain't no Chinese menu, jagoff! I tell YOU how it's gonna be. This is pricks fix!
- [Exits]
- Willie: Pricks fix?
- Marcus: Ah, he's a fucking moron.
- Willie: Oh really? Is that how you got the upper hand?
- Marcus: Fuck you.
- Willie: Negotiating?
- Marcus: You don't like it? Next year, fuck off. I can always get another box jockey.
- Willie: Yeah and I can get another midget too.
- Marcus: Yeah? Where? You see us hanging off of fucking trees like fucking crab apples?
- Gin: [after seeing a kid has placed a game in his pants] What's this?
- Shoplifter: I was going to pay for it.
- Gin: Wrong answer.
- Gin: Find everything you're looking for?
- Shoplifter: Um, yeah, thank you.
- [rummages through Xbox games]
- Gin: Nothing I can help you with, huh?
- Shoplifter: [nervously] no I'm just looking at the games because I have an Xbox.
- Shoplifter: [Gin searches the boy's pants] what are you doing? Get your hands out of my pants, man!
- Gin: You steal from this store, you're stealing from me.
- Gin: [finds an Xbox game in boy's pants] what is this?
- Shoplifter: [stuttering] I was gonna pay for it.
- Gin: Wrong answer! You know when I look at you, you know what I think? I think America has a sad future ahead of it. And you're part of this sorry ass generation. What you wanna be when you grow up?
- [throws Xbox game back on rack]
- Shoplifter: [stuttering nervously] I don't know.
- Gin: [grabs the boy's MP3 player] this is MP3?
- Shoplifter: Yeah.
- Gin: Take it off.
- Shoplifter: [stuttering] but my grandmother gave it to me.
- Gin: Take it off! I don't care who gave it to you.
- Gin: [forces the MP3 player and headphones off the boy] just take it off. I don't care if I choke you to death.
- Gin: Now I want you to get on out of here. Get!
- Shoplifter: [asking for his MP3 player back] but can I have...?
- Gin: Get! Happy Kwanza.
- Gin: [Gin's cell phone rings] and pull your damn pants up! What's wrong with you kids these days?