Shaft's Big Score! (1972)
Shaft: What are you buzzards doing here?
Bumpy Jonas: Well, well. Ha. We go to a lot of funerals, Shaft, Willy and me. One day, we'll drop in on yours.
Willy: Real soon.
Shaft: You're not invited.
Shaft: [after beating two men unconscious] Let's get the hell outta here.
Willy: You gonna leave him like that? A man can fall out the window, you know. And him, too.
Shaft: Man, don't you know we already got enough shit on the sidewalk?
Cigarette Girl: Cigarette?
Shaft: No, thank you. What else can you help me with?
Cigarette Girl: Well, I'm off at four o'clock.
Willy: What round did you go out in, man? You ain't pretty as you used to be.
Shaft: You better see a plastic surgeon about your condition.
Willy: What condition?
Shaft: Your mouth is too close to your asshole.
Rita: You sure are a hard man to find.
Shaft: Too many people lookin' for me, baby.
[points to his car]
Shaft: Look, can you drive that thing?
Rita: Anything with a stick shift is my meat.
Shaft: Is that right?
Shaft: [carrying a semi-automatic shotgun] Drop the guns and freeze! When this baby starts kicking, it won't stop. So, nobody get cute!
[a thug goes for his gun and Shaft blows him away]
Shaft: Who's Next?
Shaft: Do you just sit around and think these things up, or do they just come to you in a flash?
Shaft: Obviously, you're not a friend of the famiiy.
Rita: Not any more, I'm not. Not after a nasty slap in the face.
Shaft: Best thing for that is an ice pack.
Rita: Why thank you, Mr. Shaft. Why don't you come in and show me how to apply it.
Shaft: You might catch cold.
Rita: I suppose its immodest of me to walk around like this in front of a stranger. But, any enemy of John Kelly's, is an old friend of mine.
Rita: So, what am I doing in a place like this?
Shaft: Why don't you tell me.
Rita: Why don't you take your things off.
Gus Mascola: Have you considered renewing your partnership with Cal Asby?
Johnny Kelly: Come on, man. He's dead!
Gus Mascola: Precisely.
Gus Mascola: You looking for me? I've been hearing quite a bit about you, Mr. Shaft. You're a - quite a boy.
Shaft: I prefer man.
Gus Mascola: Alright, man.
Shaft: So, what do you want from me, Captain?
Capt. Bollin: Put the word out. Nobody better try to come in here and mess up the status quo. And nobody's comin' in here to sell sh*t to our kids or put whores on our streets.
Pascal: A lousy 25 caliber. I always figured he was a faggot.
Cabaret Dancer: I'm not a gamblin' woman.
Shaft: I'm a gamblin' man.
Cabaret Dancer: I thought it was my action you were diggin' here. I never took you for a gambler.
Shaft: Has Kelly been around here to see you lately?
Bumpy Jonas: Lots of cats come and go around here.
Gus Mascola: Oh, honey, you sure were right about that water bed. Wow!
Mascola's Girl: I thought you'd dig that, baby.
Capt. Bollin: He didn't deal in sh*t or whores or loan sharking. Everything was cool.
Numbers Runner: Hey, man, please man, don't don't don't shoot me. Hey, hey, look man, take the money. I got a wife and six kids and an old Buick to support.
Johnny Kelly: Hey, look, she's got a guy. His name is John Shaft and he's a bad dude.
Johnny Kelly: We made a deal.
Gus Mascola: And I just called it off. You see, Mr. Kelly, I made a sort of a house call with Mr. Shaft. It didn't work out so well. It cost me a dead second cousin and a friend's kid brother with two hits in the chest.
Johnny Kelly: Now, you don't know what that dude is into. He's Bumpy's boy. You understand that? And they're lookin' to take over my wheel in Queens.