Mentor: You think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp? Every pimp in the world got shot tomorrow, two in the back of the fuckin' head, cops would throw a party, man.

Clarence Worley: Well, he ain't so much a good guy as he is just a bad mother fucker. I mean, people pay him to fuck guys up.

Alabama: If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would've never guessed that true romance and Detroit go together.

Drexel Spivey: Now I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a pair of titties.

Clarence Worley: Eliot, Do I look like a blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
Elliot: What?
Clarence Worley: I said, do I look like an blonde with big big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
Elliot: No.
Clarence Worley: Okay, then why are you telling me all this bullshit? Do you wanna fuck me?

Lee Donowitz to driver he cut off: Don't give me the finger! I'll have you fucking killed!

Lee Donowitz is discussing possible titles for his next film]
Lee Donowitz: What does Joe like?
Elliot Blitzer: Um..."Body Bags 2".
Lee Donowitz: Oooo, that's imaginative! I've got more taste in my penis.

Clarence Worley: I mean look at her, like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Clarence Worley: If I had to fuck any man, I mean if my life depended on it, then it'd be Elvis.

Dick Ritchie: I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. All I got is fuckin' Floyd.

Floyd: Don't condescend me, man. I'll fuckin' kill ya, man.

Lee on the phone: Who the fuck is Dick?
Elliot: Huh? You want me to suck his dick?

Don Vincenzo: See this? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford.] A punch, a slam to the nose. Smarts, doesn't it? You get that pain shootin' through your head, your eyes fill up with water. I know it ain't any kind of fun, but for what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it's never gonna get that good again. So, please, Mr. Worly, tell me where your son is.

Clifford Worley: Who are you?
Vincenzo Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you will tell the angels in heaven that you had never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincenzo Coccotti.

[Don Vincenzo is complaining about how lousy Clifford Worley is to lie]
Vincenzo Coccotti: Now, what we have got here is a little game of show and tell, and you don't wanna show me nothing and tell me everything.

Virgil: Now the first time you kill somebody, that's the hardest. I don't give a shit if you're fuckin' Wyatt Earp or Jack the Ripper. Remember that guy in Texas? The guy up in that fuckin' tower that killed all them people? I'll bet you green money that first little black dot he took a bead on, that was the bitch of the bunch. First one is tough, no fuckin' foolin'. The second one... the second one ain't no fuckin' Mardis Gras either, but it's better than the first one 'cause you still feel the same thing, y'know... except it's more diluted, y'know it's... it's better. I threw up on the first one, you believe that? Then the third one... the third one is easy, you level right off. It's no problem. Now... shit... now I do it just to watch their fuckin' expression change.

[In the Night Club after Drexl has beaten Clarence]
Drexl Spivey: He must have thought it is white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?
Monty: No man, It ain't white boy day.

Clarence Worley: If there's one thing this last week has taught me, it's better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.