- [Forrest Umoja Petry is sitting in front of his ancestors' photos with Radha beside him]
- Forrest: [facing ancestors] What we create here is imbued with a spirit of cause.
- Radha: [facing ancestors] Yes.
- Forrest: Not commerce.
- Radha: [now looks at Forrest] The ancestors said that? They don't want my rent paid?
- [clears throat]
- Radha: Can we try my ancestors this time?
- Waldo: You know we live for this kind of shit. And you not just talking about shit. You makin shit. Shit!
- Archie: I don't owe you anything except friendship and honesty. Yes, you are fucking talented. Yes, your mom is dead. But you're not above being a sellout.
- Lamont: So, this is the part where I tell you I was an artist who'd fallen from grace, right? Then impart some wisdom to you that changes your outlook. Because you gave me a fucking sandwich? Like I'm some fucking magical Negro just sitting here with shit in my pants, so I can help you make up your mind? Nope, I ain't that nigger.