Chuckie: I got the dope moves.
Esteban: You got the what?
Chuckie: I got the stupid juice, I bust the stupid moves.
Sam: [Last lines in the film. Speaking to Fresh] You're over an hour late. I passed up two easy fish waiting here for you. That makes me poorer by two dollars.
Sam: Not playing games here, got no time for that. Life's got no time for your little boy games. Leave all that nonsense at home when you come here.
Sam: Alright, gonna put it on speed today. I ain't stopping to give you any little tips either. You sink or swim on your own today, cause I'm not always gonna be there to hold your hand for ya.
Sam: Alright, you ready for the real thing? You read to come get it? You ready to come take it from your old man, you ready to be the king?
Sam: [to Fresh] You're playing each piece like losing it hurts. This ain't checkers. You want my king, you got to come get my king. All these other pieces are just the means to do it.
Sam: Anything lost can be found again, except for time wasted.
Corky: [on the phone with Hector] He told you that... and you gave it to him? Oh no, no, no, I ain't mad. You just one stupid motherfucker and you ain't never gonna see a goddamn cent of my business, but I ain't mad. Yo, get fucked Hector!
Esteban: Where'd you come to find out about all these interesting developments?
Esteban: Look, time is money and money is time little homey, and right now you are costing me a lot of both.
Fresh: You gonna get mad.
Esteban: Look, it would be very difficult to get me any madder than I am already.
Jake: [shooting people at the playground, everybody starts running] Yeah, go ahead run motherfuckers, *run*! You punk pussy-ass motherfuckers. That's right, go tell somebody you saw something, I'll come back for all you monkey motherfuckers! You pussy-ass punks!
Fresh: [to Chuckie] Goddamn, you must be the stupidest nigger I know. I don't know how you be tying your own goddamn shoelaces, as stupid as you is!
Fresh: I ain't run no base for no Esteban.
Corky: Oh no? Who was it for then, Santa Claus?
Corky: Who was it for?
Fresh: He gonna kill me if I say.
Corky: [Drops Fresh on the floor] I'm gonna ice you right now if you don't!
Fresh: Why you don't go to Esteban then?
Nichole: I don't like the way he looks at me. I don't need no spic pimp motherfucker looking at me like no fuckin' queen. I'm just a sorry-ass nigger whore.
[Chillie counting packs of drugs, Fresh is in a hurry]
Fresh: I gotta get to school, Chillie, I'm stupid late. It's gonna be my second late day this week. Miss Coleman is gonna kill me.
Chillie: Don't worry, I'll write you a doctor's note.
Corky: You know what this is? *Look at it!* What is it?
Fresh: Look like base.
Corky: That's right, little man. Five thousand dollars worth of pure base cocaine. You didn't even look to see what you was carrying, did you? You're just a little kid in way over his head, I know that. But Esteban gotta be sent a message about horning in on my business.
[picks up a chain]
Corky: I'm afraid you gonna have to be my little telegram.
Sam: Your queen is just a pawn with some fancy moves, nothing more.
Darryl: James be running smack, Corky. He an H boy, it ain't our problem.
Corky: Nigger cut into my part, know that shit is mine, then turn around and sell it without cutting me in? That shit is my problem! We gonna pay my problem a visit and solve it.
[shooting in the store, Fresh and Herbie are waiting outside in the car]
Herbie: It's over right, shit, it's done right?
Fresh: Look done to me.
Sam: Last game here I'm playing myself.
Fresh: You're losing to yourself.
Sam: Yeah, life's a bitch like that.
Esteban: [after coming back from killing James] So you gonna tell me that he's lying about James too, right?
Nichole: I can see whoever I want.
Esteban: No. Not exactly. Now you can see whoever you want, except for James. You can't see... you can't see him no more. Now maybe you can visit him in his new place of residence, but you know, I don't think he's going to be so much fun anymore.
Corky: [to Fresh] Only reason you ain't the man is you still too goddamn little, but, when you get bigger, you gonna be the man.
Jake: [to Red, about some guy who owes him 50 dollars] I'ma grease that motherfucker like Sunday bacon, you hear me motherfucker? I'ma go drop that motherfucker! I'ma *drop* him, man! I'ma go *drop* him!
James: You Michael, huh? I guess you used up all the ugly in the family.
Jake: Kermit ain't showed up yet.
Red: Yo man, let me tell you, that nigger set his watch for yesterday, the motherfucker still gonna be late.
Fresh: Don't Aunt Frances think you ain't nothing. She think you're something.
Nichole: Aunt Frances is a fuckin' saint. Aunt Frances loves every damn dog on the street the same as she loves me. Ain't no shit to be loved by no fuckin' saint.
[playing cards, Corky turns to talk to Fresh, Darryl draws a card]
Corky: What the fuck are you doing?
Darryl: I was picking up.
Corky: Don't do shit behind my back. Why the fuck you gonna be doing that?
Darryl: Corky man, it was my turn, man, we just playing, it's just me, baby.
Corky: I don't give a fuck who you is, be my mother, motherfucker, I don't play that shit!
Darryl: Sorry, alright?
Corky: Yeah, yeah, you be sorry. You do that shit, just do it in front of my face.
Corky: Now, am I free to finish my little transaction here without every nigger be doing some shit behind my back?
James: [to Fresh] You the little man running the street? Shit... Next thing I know niggers in diapers packing tec-9 and be trying to take over my business.
Fresh: Mate in four.
Chess Opponent: Fuck you. Ain't no mate in no four. Fuck you.
Fresh: Would have been four if you were smart. Mate.
Chillie: Looks like some kind of fuckin' war council or some shit.
Esteban: It's gonna be the shortest fuckin' war anyone ever fought.
Esteban: [to Herbie] Chill, homes, and take it easy on the gas or I'ma stop the fuckin' car and cut your fuckin' foot off, you hear me?
[ring at the door]
Esteban: What the fuck is this, grand central station? *Who the fuck is it*?
Corky: [to Fresh] So I'm hearing, like all week I'm hearing your little friend talking you running base for Esteban. All over the motherfucking street, "We running that base for Esteban."
Sam: [to Fresh] Good, it's better. Still gonna kick your ass, but it's better.
Esteban: Yeah, I'm asking you a question, is she a freak?
Fresh: Man, you're married.
Esteban: I know you're just a kid Fresh, even though you're smart, so I let you talk to me like that just this one time, but you tell me! You better tell me who she's fucking with.
Fresh: [to Hector] Corky losing crazy dollars, man, he needs the shit today. He sent for me to say he ain't gonna forget his friends that helped him when he was in trouble, and he ain't gonna forget who didn't.
Fresh: It was fun, dad, stupid fun, you seen that nigger's face...
Sam: Chess ain't fun, boy, how many times do I gotta tell you that? Don't you listen to a word I say?
Fresh: Maybe if I seen you more...
Sam: Well you don't, so you be well served to retain some of the knowledge I'm imparting to you, rather than giving me all this hard ass street attitude bullshit.
Lt. Perez: [to Fresh] Alright man, you know and I know that I can't hold you here on this, so you either are innocent or you're hell of a lot smarter than you look.
Esteban: What about your sister?
Fresh: Promise you ain't gonna get ma...
Esteban: No, I promise, you don't cut this shit out I'm gonna piss acid on your head, you fuckin' hear me?
Hector's guy: Hey, what are you doing here?
Fresh: I gotta see Hector.
Hector's guy: Yeah I'm Hector, what the fuck do you want?
Fresh: You ain't Hector, Hector is in that office back there. I got an appointment with Hector, not you big gorilla monkey ass.
[cop finds a gun under the mattress]
Esteban: *Whatda fuck*?
Lt. Perez: You're under fuckin' arrest, that's whatda fuck.