- Wolfe: He *gots* to die. He got - I got to take him off of here. That's right. I *gotta* take him off of here. Because there's only one, and that's me, you understand? For all of that fightin', you understand? The sucker think he good. The sucker think he can whoop me. And I knew he can't whoop me, huh? Hey, boy, the nigger whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me, you understand? Just let me get mines first. Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do.
- Pigliani: You wanna know something? Your kind should be locked up the day they're born.
- Sonny Carson: You wanna know something? We are.
- Preacher: We are faced with another sad moment. A sixteen year old boy lies dead. Another mother mourns. And I ask myself why. Who killed Little Boy? Who killed Little Boy? Well, let us start from the beginning, where it all began. And take any man from his fatherland. Chain him in the boroughs of a slave ship. Make him work on the lash of a whip. From sun comes up to sun comes down. Who killed Little Boy?
- Gang Member: You sure you ain't from the Hawks man?
- Young Sonny: Kiss my ass motherfucker. I don't want to join you pussys anyway.
- Gang Member: Burn him.
- Young Sonny: Just me and you motherfucker. Just me and you. I put trademarks around your fucking eye.