- Jonathan Fisher: You're Fast Black, aren't you?
- Fast Black: To some people. My momma always called me Leo. Leo Smalls Jr.
- Fast Black: [breaks a bottle, puts it next to Darlene's face] I take the bread. The whole loaf, you understand?
- Darlene: Yes.
- Fast Black: You want money, you come to me. You try going into business for yourself, you'll be one dead whore.
- Darlene: Oh, no. Not my face, please.
- Fast Black: It's not your face, bitch! It's my face. My tits and my ass!
- Ted Avery: Jonathan, you don't work for the defense and you don't work for the prosecution. You work for this magazine and we...
- [he gets interrupted by the magazine's lawyer]
- Jonathan Fisher: I know they want to get laid, but do you ever get really weird stuff?
- Punchy: Oh, yeah.
- Jonathan Fisher: Yeah? What's the weirdest thing a guy ever asked you to do?
- Punchy: Talk.
- Fast Black: [to his partner who was running away from him] Reggie, are you crazy? What the hell you...
- [Reggie fires the gun]
- Ted Avery: [laughing and reading Jonathan's article about the pimp] It's wonderful! Listen. Listen to this! "Although he doesn't vote and never has Tyrone has no modesty about his own political potential. If I was the president, he says, I could fix the world in 30 seconds. I sent everybody pussy and they don't have no time for trouble." It's terrific. It's first rate. It's a real breakthrough! Let it change pussy for something else. Do we got any art? Photos?
- Fast Black: Come on, baby. He do or he don't. Come on, make your move, bitch! The chance of a lifetime.
- Jonathan Fisher: I am trying to write the kind of pieces that I used to.
- Ted Avery: Then write the way you used to.
- Jonathan Fisher: I could get you an interview with a Times Square pimp.
- Ted Avery: Didn't we do that a few years back?
- Jonathan Fisher: No, no. This is a totally different angle. This guy is not just a flesh peddler.
- Ted Avery: What is he, a Methodist minister?
- Fast Black: This motherfucker's dead, man.
- Harriet: Oh, shit! What we gonna do?
- Fast Black: Fuck do I know! Throw him out the window for all I care.
- Transvestite: Want a date? You tell me. You tell me what, I got it for you. It's cool. It's cool. I go any which way. You like it hard and dark?
- Jonathan Fisher: Come on. You don't have a man? You got to have somebody who runs protection for you, lines up the hotel, buys you clothes, right?
- Punchy: No pimp. Just me.
- Jonathan Fisher: I don't believe you.
- Punchy: I don't give a shit.
- Flashy man: Listen, man, you better haul your ass on out of here before I cut your balls off and shove 'em up your ass.
- Jonathan Fisher: Alright. It's okay. It's cool.
- Punchy: For sixty bucks, you could get a really good time.
- Jonathan Fisher: I'm sure.
- Punchy: Next time, you ask for Punchy.
- Jonathan Fisher: I see he's still trying to grab your ass.
- Alison Parker: The man's harmless, Jonathan.
- Solo: Don't lie to Solo. Tell me you want to make men crawl, lick your shoes, and pay for more. Torture a man. Just look at him and drive him...
- Alison Parker: Excuse me.
- Solo: You don't go nowhere till I say so. You understand, bitch?
- Jonathan Fisher: I was thinking, what if we call it "Street Smart"? I mean, you know, once you're out on the street, you never know what you're gonna run into.
- Fast Black: [while eating BBQ] Look, if you don't get to the point, I'm gonna stuff those ribs up your useless butt!
- Jonathan Fisher: What would happen if I said no?
- Art Sheffield: If you refuse to comply with the subpoena?
- Jonathan Fisher: Right.
- Art Sheffield: I'd say you'd be in contempt of court.
- Ted Avery: The First Amendment - protects you.
- Art Sheffield: But the Sixth Amendment - protects Mr. Smalls.
- Joel Davis: You ever talk to anybody from this magazine?
- Fast Black: Yeah, Joel, I go on "Meet the Press" once a week.
- Fast Black: Man, you're not making any sense here.
- Joel Davis: It'll throw doubt and confusion on your trial, and right now, doubt and confusion are the best friends you got. If we play this right, we can change this from a murder trial to a constitutional confrontation.
- Joel Davis: Tyrone is you.
- Fast Black: That ain't me. And don't be using that lawyer tone with me. I pay you. I can stop paying you. I'm the one that was up there being arraigned while you was pulling your dong. So don't use that schoolhouse tone with me.
- Jonathan Fisher: Can I go to jail for this?
- Ted Avery: Now, you just think of some of the great prisoners of conscience. Martin Luther King, Gandhi...
- Jonathan Fisher: I'm going to jail.
- Ted Avery: [to the lawyer] Is he going to jail?
- Fast Black: What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Punchy: What?
- Fast Black: There's money to be made on the street. Get it snappin'!
- Jonathan Fisher: Want to know something? I really like you.
- Punchy: Meaning you finally got laid enough to curl your hair. Where is that girlfriend of yours, anyway, huh? What's she do for you?
- Jonathan Fisher: Ah, we've got a different kind of relationship.
- Punchy: Pussy isn't any good, huh?
- Jonathan Fisher: It's kind of a question of applied ethics. We'll work it out.
- Punchy: Uh-huh. I love when you talk that Harvard shit.
- Jonathan Fisher: I knew it would come in handy for something.
- Fast Black: I got to tell you, homey, you don't know shit. I mean, I read that magazine, man. Your dude...
- Jonathan Fisher: Tyrone.
- Fast Black: This dude is stupid, man. I mean, he wouldn't last twenty minutes out here.
- Jonathan Fisher: Well, a lot of people liked it.
- Fast Black: Yeah, well, a lot of people got their head up their ass.
- Fast Black: What do them TV broads make?
- Jonathan Fisher: What do you mean?
- Fast Black: Them broads that tell the news, what do they make?
- Jonathan Fisher: You watch the news?
- Fast Black: Hell, yeah, I watch the news, man! I hit the streets, I got to know what the fuck is going on, right? Them TV broads, man. I know dudes that would pay five grand a night just to fuck one of them broads. I ain't lyin'! You know that blond one, man, the one that talks through her teeth, wears them big-ass glasses? Oh, yeah. "Over on Flatbush Avenue two guys got off last..." I know motherfuckers that would *kill* to fuck this bitch, man. I'm tellin' you. They don't make two grand a night, do they?
- Jonathan Fisher: No. They make a lot, they don't make that kind of money.
- Fast Black: I can give them two and keep three for myself. Brother, if I had a couple of them TV broads, I would fuckin' retire. You know what I mean? Honolulu, here I come. Look out!
- Harriet: Cut her loose.
- Fast Black: That ain't gonna do it. I'm gonna have to talk to her.
- Harriet: Oh, you can't do it 'cause you're into poppin' her. That's your new piece, all set up.
- Fast Black: Harriet, you don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about.
- Harriet: Yeah, you wipe the floor with everybody else, but you kiss Darlene's ass.
- Fast Black: You look a little paler than usual, boy.
- Jonathan Fisher: You play rough.
- Fast Black: Well, it ain't all basketball and dishwashers out here.
- Fast Black: Hey, look, do you know this D.A., man?
- Jonathan Fisher: Yeah.
- Fast Black: How come the guy's got such a fuckin' hard-on for me?
- Jonathan Fisher: I don't know. I can't tell you.
- Fast Black: I mean, where does he get off?
- Yvonne: Why did you choose a subject that embodies the worst of black people?
- Jonathan Fisher: You can't pretend that people like this don't exist, can you?
- Yvonne: It might not be conscious racism, but it is racism.
- Fast Black: Shut the fuck up! You don't tell me how people react to me. I know what people are doing no matter what they say. 'Cause I read minds, you dig? I don't take no *shit* off of you. You're lyin' through your fuckin' teeth. I know it, you know it, and this fuckin' whore know it.
- Fast Black: Night's over. Come on.
- Punchy: What are you doing?
- Fast Black: Whatever the fuck I want! Get in the car!
- Alison Parker: You can tell stories to that magazine, but don't bullshit me.
- Jonathan Fisher: Wait a minute.
- Alison Parker: Let go of my arm.
- Jonathan Fisher: What's the matter?
- Alison Parker: Let go! I know you're fucking that girl.