- Friday Foster: Oh, lord. Are you sure this is going to work?
- [looks down and pushes up her bra]
- Colt Hawkins: Well, it ain't the size of the ship, it's the motion of the ocean.
- Friday Foster: Well, watch this ocean!
- Friday Foster: I see that I'm going to be getting into something I did not expect.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: What did you expect?
- Friday Foster: You know what I expected? I expected you to be a rat; but, you're different.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Baby, you forget I'm straight off the block.
- Friday Foster: I know, that's what cancelled my theory. You treat a person like a person - and a woman like a woman.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: I try to treat a lady - like a lady.
- Madame Rena: Why don't you ask Ford Malotte?
- Lt. Jake Wayne: Who's Ford Malotte?
- Madame Rena: Some son of a bitch who's been trying to ruin me for years! He's been stealing my designs and selling them for ready-wear!
- Lt. Jake Wayne: Is he a designer, too?
- Madame Rena: That's what he calls himself, but this plastic faggot couldn't design a handkerchief, let alone a dress! The only thing he can do is steal from me! UGH!
- Lt. Jake Wayne: You think, uh, he killed this girl?
- Madame Rena: Let me put it this way: this ill excuse of a human being has had this girl, on regular basis, coming and going between here and DC. He might have thought she knew too much.
- Cleve: Hey, Blackhawk, you got any money?
- Colt Hawkins: I've got barrels of it. Why?
- Cleve: I got some dynamite perfume, outta sight watches, ladies lingerie, and a whole lot of other stuff for sale.
- Colt Hawkins: So now you're hustling, huh?
- Cleve: Nope! Strictly black capitalism.
- Monk Riley: Don't wander, Friday. Just take your cute little behind out there and get those pictures and, god damn it, don't get involved.
- Friday Foster: There was nothing else I could do!
- Monk Riley: Yeah, and my old man invented the cotton gin.
- Noble Franklin: I can set up a special appointment for you up in Jericho.
- Friday Foster: Jericho? What is that?
- Noble Franklin: That's my estate. My meditative retreat up the river. And we could spend some time for, eh, purposes.
- [pulls Friday closer, rubs and pats her hips]
- Friday Foster: Well, you know, then again, Reverend, I don't - I'm not so sure.
- Madame Rena: I can't talk on the phone; but, I think you better get your little derrière down her to my office now. Friday, I said, now!
- Blake Tarr: Coming from the ghetto all the way to the top was quite a trip. But, I'm curious about you. There are things I'd like to know.
- Friday Foster: Like what?
- Blake Tarr: Like who is Friday Foster? Where's she going?
- Friday Foster: Who am I? Well, that's a funny question. Well, first, I'm a woman. Second, I'm a photographer, and, a big sister to a little brother who's really a 40-year-old man. And, I like cats and dogs and horses and men; but, not necessarily in that order. I make my own decisions. And I'm a Gemini.
- Blake Tarr: Is that it?
- Friday Foster: Well, that's enough.
- Friday Foster: What are you doing here?
- Sen. David Lee Hart: What would I be doing here?
- Noble Franklin: He's our leader. The whole Unity concept is his.
- Friday Foster: But, but the walls...
- Sen. David Lee Hart: The walls of prejudice, of discrimination, of misunderstanding and hate. Every important black leader in the country is here today. We are acting together - as one - for the first time!
- Colt Hawkins: Would you mind telling me why we're here?
- Friday Foster: We are going to see the Senator. I want to ask him a few questions and I want some no jive answers.
- Colt Hawkins: To what?
- Friday Foster: To where are all the black leaders? I have been calling them all over the place and no one seems to know where they are.
- Colt Hawkins: How would the Senator know?
- Friday Foster: Now, would a pimp lose track of his stable?
- Friday Foster: Get involved with who? Blake Tarr? *The* Blake Tarr. The billionaire! The brother they call the black Howard Hughes?
- Monk Riley: Friday, I want you to take your little camera - and shoot your little pictures and get the hell out. And don't get involved! Understand?
- Lt. Jake Wayne: The gal's got more balls than brains. Is she nuts or what?
- Colt Hawkins: She's just all woman, Lieutenant.
- Lt. Jake Wayne: Damn, I need a beer.
- Madame Rena: We're all familiar with the joy of sex. Particularly since that doctor has determined that sex is on the male mind every other minute - and on the female mind every other second. Well, I've put it all together in one group which I call "The Four Seasons of S-E-X".
- Madame Rena: The best has yet to come. I would like now to present my most fantastic creature. A superior being. A vision of Africanic beauty. A black goddess come to earth.
- Fancy Dexter: Hey, young blood, where is your sista?
- Cleve: She'll be right down in a minute. What chu got this time?
- Fancy Dexter: Chanel No. 5.
- Cleve: Damn, man, why can't you you get something from Tiffany's or Gucci?
- Fancy Dexter: Gucci? Nigga, man, I don't mess with them I-talians.
- Friday Foster: Fanc, I hate to tell you this, but, some of us do work, once in awhile.
- Fancy Dexter: Why?
- Friday Foster: Well, welfare is just not my style.
- Fancy Dexter: Well, I got your style, sweet thing, so you are wasting your pretty face and all of your - real talents.
- Friday Foster: Fancy, there is nothing you have that I want - and I don't hustle for no body.
- Fancy Dexter: Hustle? Them white boys would be tearin' down the doors to get next to you! And we could have our thing too.
- Friday Foster: Ah, nigga, please. You have lost your mind!
- Fancy Dexter: My bitches - my ladies, don't think that their nigga has lost his mind. With them bad rags, tough pad, I'm in some heavy blow and a boss ride! Shit!
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Reverend Franklin not only has a way with prayer, but, beautiful women as well.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Will you believe me? Trust me?
- Friday Foster: Then you can start trusting me. You can tell me what the hell is going on.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Okay. Find yourself a certain Mr. Blake Tarr and it will all come as clear as Monday's wash.
- Colt Hawkins: You know something, Friday, I don't think we should go through with this. I don't like it. I don't feel right about it.
- Friday Foster: You know what? You're right. You put on the dress and you go on in there.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: After one divorce and 12 years in Washington, one gets to know his people. More brandy?
- Clorils Boston: More brandy and I might lose all my inhibitions, maybe worse. Look what happened to Cloris.
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Cloris was only a pal, just a friend. So, we made it a few times; but, our relationship was only physical.
- Friday Foster: You must be the Reverend Noble Franklin.
- Noble Franklin: Why, yes. My, my, you are an attractive young lady!
- Friday Foster: Why, thank you Reverend Franklin.
- Noble Franklin: Oh, just call me Nobel, sister. You see, I'm not one to stand on ceremonies.
- Friday Foster: Why would he plan his own assassination?
- Sen. David Lee Hart: It's all part of a big power play - to make you believe it's something it isn't.
- Friday Foster: And what's your power play? Are you something you're not too?
- [Sen. Hart moves in for a long kiss]
- Friday Foster: Now, what will all the gossips say?
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Oh, they will probably say that he made love to one of the most beautiful women DC has ever seen.
- Friday Foster: You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Are you?
- Friday Foster: Why would I?
- Blake Tarr: Because I've asked you.
- Friday Foster: You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you? Are all black billionaires like that?
- Blake Tarr: Probably. It goes with the job.
- Colt Hawkins: I don't get it? Does it mean anything to you?
- Friday Foster: "The walls come tumbling down?"
- Colt Hawkins: Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho.
- Friday Foster: [singing] Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
- Friday Foster, Colt Hawkins: [singing] Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, And the walls come tumbling down.
- Friday Foster: That's it! Jericho! Don't you know what Jericho is?
- Colt Hawkins: Sweetheart, I'm a Sunday school dropout. I don't know what you're...
- Friday Foster: That's Reverend Nobel Franklin's place. He invited me there. A dirty old man.
- Colt Hawkins: So what?
- Friday Foster: So, the name of the place is: Jericho! That makes sense.
- Colt Hawkins: It does, huh?
- Friday Foster: That's were the black widow starts.
- Colt Hawkins: What are you talking about?
- Friday Foster: Jericho! Jericho.
- Colt Hawkins: [after he hits Charles Foley] What you need is an education. Two and two are four.
- [hit]
- Colt Hawkins: Four and four are eight.
- [hit]
- Colt Hawkins: See spot run!
- [hit]
- Friday Foster: Does this make any sense to you?
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Suppose you want to destroy Black Power? What other way than to get all of our leaders together in one place and wipe them out?
- Friday Foster: But, I saw blacks with the whites! I saw them!
- Sen. David Lee Hart: Hell, some niggers will do anything for a dollar.