- Harry: You're really far out, you know that? I mean we go out to that house and let them know we are lookin' to get killed, and all of a sudden your sittin' on top of the world like your King Shit! Man, you're weird Slaughter, I mean goddammit, you're just weird!
- Hoffo: [Hoffo's car has run off the road, and is leaking gas] Get me outta here. Get me outta here, okay?
- Slaughter: Who did it, Hoffo? Who killed my family?
- Hoffo: I did that. Me, yeah. I made a lot of hits. I'm good at it. Huh? Oh, shit, get me outta here. Huh? You stinkin' nigger! Get me outta here!
- [Slaughter shoots the gas tank]
- Hoffo: Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!
- [the car explodes]
- Slaughter: [Slaughter hears someone in his apartment, and has his gun drawn] If your still breathing, you better come around here real slow.
- Slaughter: [Kim has been hiding, and Slaughter has his gun drawn] What the hell are you doing here?... I could have killed you... Ya dumb bitch!
- Harry: Of all the places, just my luck I gotta end up here. Not a whorehouse, but a church, for Christ sake.
- Slaughter: I'm gonna lay this on you one time, baby. If the man that I want is down here, I'm gonna kill him - and anybody else that gets in my way. Stay cool.
- Harry: Everything's changed now. They finally got smart. The whole organization is one great big giant computer. Names, numbers, dollars and cents.
- Slaughter: So the blow up my family for some little ole card.
- Harry: Now, what a minute, that's not just a plain little ole card. Your Daddy found out something big, real big. Something they didn't want him to know about.
- Slaughter: Probably the exact location of that computer.
- Mario Felice: Ann, your just in time. Dominic and I were discussing how to handle Mr. Slaughter. You can be of help. He's obviously attracted to you. Let him think he's exploiting you. Let him think he's using you. Get to know him. Find out all you can.
- Mario Felice: I don't pay you to think! That's what gets you in trouble. If I'd have been left alone to deal with the old man in the first place, we would now know what he knew. When do you learn, Dominic? There's always a time to kill and a right time.
- Ann: I belong to Dominic. I was a gift to him - 8 years ago.
- Slaughter: You know, they stopped buying and selling people a long time ago, honey.
- Ann: It's still going on.
- Slaughter: You know what I'm going to do for you? I'm going to set you free. Yeah, Slaughter, me. The baddest cat that ever walked the earth. I'm going to set you free, baby. You hear that?
- Slaughter: Bad ass, huh? Well, I hope you're better with that knife than you were with that big, black car. I'm gonna jam it up your ass.
- Mario Felice: These new ways, all this paper, all these machines, they record everything, they tell me *nothing*.
- Frank: Yeah, pal, I'll even give you a couple of numbers to call when you get back to Dallas. We got the best lookin' broads in the world.
- Hoffo: They're spending a fortune to bust up this set up and all. They're going to get a lot of scrap metal is all. They can melt it down for more badges.
- A.W. Price: You're late.
- A.W. Price: I sure as hell am, baby. The bastards blew the computers on me. All of 'em.
- Kim: Oh, no. All that IBM stuff?
- Hoffo: How was it? How was it, huh? How was it? Black ape teach you something? What'd he teach you, huh?
- A.W. Price: Just who do you think you are, boy? Now, I asked you a question. Who the hell do you think you are, nigger? You killed a man tonight. That's Murder One. You follow that with assault with a deadly weapon. Your ass is grass, man. Now, here's a little piece of paper I want you to sign. It's a full confession. Now, don't read it man, just sign it!
- Slaughter: [grabs Price, signs document] Now you jam it straight up your ass, white man. Because, if you pull another stunt like this, this nigger is gonna own you.