- Lucky: Maybe Mother Nature was trying to give us one last wake-up call. Or, maybe it's like my grandpa said, "If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all."
- Lucky: At first, I thought the rapture had come and - and - like those end-of-the-days preachers are always talking about. And J.C., he had come down and taken everybody except me.
- Lucky: All I could do was read and watch movies. *Anything* but gangsta flicks. This shit reminded me too much of my past. And I was determined to make sure my past would not be my future.
- Lucky: I got that holiday cheer, right here. I got what you need. Look, a black reindeer. I got that for you. I've got watches. I've got your Kwanzaa needs. I've got your Hanukkah needs. I've got what you need. I've got the ties. I've got the coats. I've got some panties. Anybody need panties?
- Sol Rosenbaum: I mean, it's the American way, right? We all want more. Even Donald fucking Trump wants more. More. More power, more money, more bling. More punani.
- Chang: Love is when you and all the fucked-up shit you ever did in your life and the fucked-up shit that you're probably gonna do in your life and every little thing that you could possibly think that would embarrass the living shit out of you on any day of the week to any other person on the face of the universe but to this one special woman. She takes it all. And she kisses the feet you walk on without judgment, without anything. Someone that you know that you can shit, fuck, piss, crap, cry. All of that, you know. That's what love is, now. You know, or kind of like going on an odyssey. Know what I mean? It's like a fantasy voyage or something, you know? And, like, I'm like James T. Kirk and she's like Princess Leia or something, I don't know. And, like, we're going where no couple has ever gone before.
- Sol Rosenbaum: I can't have my employee of the month rolling up to my birthday party wearing some Swahili-Afro-boogie bullshit.
- Cobb: You'd think by now that people would understand that you reap what you sow. Would you rather have your kids in a dance group or a gang?
- Lucky: Dance group. Without question.
- Cobb: Well, it seems the government's more interested in building prisons than investing in the kids. This is gonna be our last show. They've taken away our funding, so we've gotta close the place down.
- [Lucky shakes his head]
- Cobb: Yeah, I know. But don't you let this unravel all the good work you've done. For this place, for these kids. Most of all, for yourself. You've turned your life around. You stayed on the path.
- Sol Rosenbaum: Oh, shit! Yeah. What's up, dog? Come on, come on, you gotta admit it. I'm as pretty as new money, right?
- Lucky: You look like Tony Montana on crack.
- Lucky: There comes a point in life when you just gotta say, "Fuck it." You gotta play the hand that life deals you and let the chips fall where they may.
- Sol Rosenbaum: So, basically, what's your flavor? You know, you like vanilla, chocolate, mocha? Some swirl?
- Lucky: No plastic.
- Sol Rosenbaum: No plastic. Oh, okay. All right. Brothers like some genuine junk in the trunk. I know, I know.
- Lucky: Come lay down next to me. Look. As much shit as I've done in my life I've never housed a woman for some pussy. And I don't plan on starting now. Just lay down.
- Cass: What was I supposed to do? Wait for Mr. Perfect? Wait for someone to rescue me and my son? Life didn't give rebates.
- Captain Davis: I'm not an idealist. I know we put our lives on the line daily for inadequate pay. Criminals make more in a month than we will in a whole damn year. So the temptation's always gonna be there to say: "Fuck it. Let me augment my retirement fund a little bit."
- Lucky: I don't believe in all of that, like, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and all that.
- Angela: Hey. I know a guy who died of that.
- Lucky: Yeah, right. Nobody's ever died of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
- Angela: He couldn't even get out of bed to eat. It was really sad.
- Lucky: Must have been a white guy.
- Angela: Yeah, so what?
- Lucky: White people got a lot of free time on their hands. Black people, we ain't got time for all that shit.
- Angela: Okay, Dr. Phil, so, what about Latinos?
- Million Dollar Mendez: America's so fucked up racially, right? Latinos are the new exotic. I mean, look at some of the Hollywood pictures. The dirty cop one, "Training Day." They put Denzel with, um...
- Lucky: Eva Mendes.
- Million Dollar Mendez: Oh, my God. Gorgeous Latina. And then - and then the one with the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air kid. What's his name?
- Lucky: Will Smith.
- Million Dollar Mendez: Yes, yes, yes. They put in the same Latina with him. And then the Catwoman with I know this one. I know this one. Benjamin Bratt. He put fine in fine. You put a black guy with a black girl, what you got? Black movie. White with white? Been there, done that. You gotta mix it up. Make it sexy. You know, we all fantasize about the other, right?
- Million Dollar Mendez: Latinos are safe, you see. White folks love us, black folks live next door to us. Who wouldn't wanna bang a hot Latina? Unless, of course, you was a fag like me.
- Angela: Mi madre always said there are three kinds of people in this world: People who watch things happen people who complain about things that happen and people who make things happen. I got a lot I wanna do in my life. I think men just slow you down.
- Angela: Look, honestly, I can't do anything today that I won't be proud of tomorrow.
- Million Dollar Mendez: Did you hear that shit? Do you believe that shit? I didn't know they still make girls like this! You gotta keep her here, Lucky. Keep her, okay?
- Lucky: The whole scenario was a setup. Sol was a fink. Gino was in with the cops and they was running the shake-and-take.
- Angela: I know that you think because I'm a stripper that I sleep with everybody, but that's not the case.
- Angela: To tell the truth, he was more intent on impressing you. He used to say that you were a true player. You know, an original gangsta.
- Lucky: Original gangsta. Player. Well, the frog's in a well, and rat's in a cage.
- Angela: What does that mean?
- Lucky: It means all of these player gangstas out here they get so caught up in their own fantasy that they can't see the real picture. See, they think they running shit. They ain't running shit. More likely they running *in* shit. They just can't smell it though. Look, I did things. I was grimy. I hustled, I scrambled, I did all of that. At one point I thought the world was mine. And then I realized, oh, man, I got caught in a trick. Trick had me killing my own people, killing myself. Probably killed more black people than the Ku Klux Klan.
- Angela: So you're trying to find your way out of hell.