Andre: I'm certainly not too good for a lap dance. A kickback, that's another story.
Autumn: Well, I'm glad to know you got such low standards for your lap and not your bank account.
Andre: That ain't necessary.
Corbin: Ain't nothing necessary 'til it is.
Andre: Something in these wings. Everything all slow-motion like.
Corbin: All their asses just move in slo-mo up in here.
Mercedes: What you sipping on tonight? Brown liquor or white?
Andre: I'll try the white for tonight.
Mercedes: One man in the club, looking to spend money. Two men in the club, looking to make money.
Mississippi: I can't believe I do this shit sober.
Clifford: [To mayor's aide] You the mayor's new secretary? How you take dick-tation with them nails?
Wayne: [To Andrew] Tonight, [Corbin] is going to be right over there [The Pynk], blowing Daddy's hard-earned money on pussy and Jameson's.
L'il Murda: My shit's big but my future's bigger.
Clifford: You got potential but you ain't ready yet.
Big Al: Bank these Mexican niggers bringin' in ain't gonna be enough.
Clifford: Big Al, just count.
Clifford: Mo money, mo problems.
Mississippi: I'd have problems too if I was that light and still couldn't pass. I'd have problems too if I was that light and still couldn't pass. All that yella wasted.
Wyatt: Uncle Clifford. Fantasy Fridays are lean as usual.
Uncle Clifford: You know how we do it down in Pussy Valley. We ain't impressed like them heifers on the hill.
Diamond: [To Autumn] You know how we do it down in Pussy Valley. We ain't impressed like them heifers on the hill. Imma gonna need you to focus.
Mississippi: I hear Master's been a very bad boy.
Wyatt: She caught me. She caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.
Clerk: No, we don't sell condoms. But we sure got Bibles in our rooms for free.
Andre: When I used to live here with my grandmother, this felt like paradise. From what I've seen, it ain't like that no more. I'd like to bring that back for folks that live here now.
Mercedes: [To Terika] Well, Terika, I get paid for mine. You're out here shaking your shit for free.
Clifford: [To Corbin] Look at chu. The son of the maid keeping the plantation going. If that ain't some reparations for your ass, I don't know what is.
Corbin: That's that legacy money. That's that private-school money.
Clifford: That's that money money.
Autumn: It's innocent.
Mercedes: Say the guilty.
Gidget: I turned my regular into my boyfriend.
Autumn: Boyfriend?
Gidget: White girl magic!
Clifford: [To Autumn] I want my tea. No tea, no ID.
Clifford: You didn't talk to your regular yet?
Autumn: How someone you danced for once is a regular is beyond me.
Clifford: Heifer, don't get smart with me.
Gidget: Look at you, gecko.
Autumn: You make a million?
Gidget: What you said? A stripper's always got to have her looks. That's what my momma said.
Mercedes: Is there room for me on that lap of yours?
Coach: You know, I can always make room for the GOAT. You should have been with Alvin Ailey with all that talent.
Mercedes: I'm fine where I is, Coach, right here with you.
Eloise: One thing I do know is these niggers roun' chere love them some titties on Saturday night.
Clifford: And don't they love God on Sunday morning.
Clifford: [Watching Keyshawn] Oh. I taught her so well.
Corbin: Daddy told me we need to make something out of our inheritance.
Wayne: Daddy didn't give a shit about our inheritance. The only things he gave a damn about was guns and pussy. And he damn near ran this family into the ground playing with both.
Mercedes: [To Autumn] Damn. You finessed (Andre) without even looking. Goddamn, you high-yella helpless.
Mercedes: You stupid if you're trying to hide money in a locker.
Autumn: Not as stupid as the church building fund.
Mercedes: Duly noted, bitch.
Clifford: Girl, this coffin shape makes my fingers look fat.
Nail stylist: Uh, uh, Uncle Clifford. Call it "ballet." Don't put death on yourself.
Clifford: What you said.
Clifford: I think it's time you get on your knees and ask God for a favor.
Ernestine: God don't want his dick sucked by me. I still got my teeth.
Clifford: Oh, God! You just so uncouth.
Keyshawn: Bitch gotta wanna fuck you and niggers gotta wanna be you.
Murda: Ooh, I likes that line. I'm gonna throw it in my next joint.
Keyshawn: Well, credit the right person. That's Uncle Clifford's line, not mine.
Mercedes: [To Autumn] You can be Thelma and I'll be Louise.
Mercedes: Cortez probably rolling over in his grave.
Shel: Cortez ain't rollin' nowhere because I burned his cheatin' ass up.
Derek: [To Gidget] It's be a cold day in Hell before Keyshawn leaves me so stay in your line, trailer park.
Gidget: I just don't understand why [Keyshawn] won't just leave.
Autumn: Because that's when they're most likely to kill you.
Gidget: It sounds like something you know personally.
Clifford: Nigga, how you get my car down here?
Murda: How you think? I stole it.
Autumn: But you gotta want something more than that.
Mercedes: Ain't no love for ladies selling lust because that's all they ever want from you.
Clifford: [To Mercedes] Don't you make me bury The Pynk without my bottom bitch. Without this club, I don't have nothing. And these girls, these girls. Ain't no orphanage for ho's. And who's gonna hire Big L? Hell, I barely wanted to hire Big L. He's scary.
Clifford: [To Mercedes] I've got a message for the mayor. You tell that if The Pynk going down, I ain't gonna be the only one suckin' dick. Because I'm blessed and highly favored. So those casino folk best get ready because I love me some deep throat.
Clifford: [To Sheriff Bailey] I've got a message for the mayor. You tell that if The Pynk going down, I ain't gonna be the...
Corbin: You know how these backwoods niggers are.
Clifford: Crawl up now. Your cracker side's riding. You'd best replace that "er" with an "a."
Ruffin: I have to keep the promises to certain folk around here, Andre.
Andre: You got bad knees, God-daddy. Don't stay down there too long.
Wyatt: Ain't this pouring sugar on shit.
Mayor Ruffin: Shit with sugar on it is better than nothin', don't ya think, Wyatt?
Patrice: What in the hell?
Uncle Clifford: Now you listen here, Patrice. OK? What you're not going to do is disrespect me, 'cause I could have easily let your ass rot in that jail for what you did to Mercedes. But this thing here is bigger than the both of us.
