Cotton Comes to Harlem

Gravedigger Jones:
One more word, soul brother. You had it made. Black folks would have followed you anywhere. You could've been another Marcus Garvey or even another Malcolm X. But instead you ain't nothin' but a pimp with a chicken-sh*t backbone.

Barry:
Was that black enough for you?

Uncle Bud:
It ain't, but it's gonna be.

Mabel:
Now what would a bail of cotton be doing in Harlem?

Gravedigger Jones:
Any black man might rat on Whitey. I might myself.

Iris:
They say the badder the woman, the better the smell. Come sniff.

Rev. Deke O'Malley:
Iris, cool it!

Iris:
Don't tell me to cool it! You left me for the cops! Nigga, I oughta kill you!

Rev. Deke O'Malley:
That's police brutality.

Gravedigger Jones:
No, brother, that's cancer prevention.

Coffin Ed:
What the hell do the attorney general, the state department, or even the President of the United States know about one god-damn thing that's going on up here in Harlem?

Bryce:
Say, do you have to play with that thing?

Gravedigger Jones:
I'm insecure, Captain.

Gravedigger Jones:
Is that the way to talk to anybody? Don't you know that black is beautiful?

Billie:
Uncle Tom is what they are. My dance has got to say something about my people. Black people! We've got to set our peoples minds to thinking!

Iris:
You took that ship, that big ol' lack ship, "Black Beauty," n' you smashed it down on that poor girl's head!

Gravedigger Jones:
Another fine mess you got us into!

Coffin Ed:
I got us into? Shut up and shoot!

Gravedigger Jones:
Hey, Ed!

Coffin Ed:
What is it?

Gravedigger Jones:
Look at this. Cotton, from inside the meat truck.

Coffin Ed:
One thing for sure, it ain't drugstore cotton.

Anderson:
What is it?

Coffin Ed:
It's raw, unprocessed cotton. Like from a bale.

Gravedigger Jones:
Ohhh, it's a long time since I've seen cotton like that.

Coffin Ed:
Digger, you ain't never seen no raw cotton before. You were born and raised right here in New York, just like me.

Coffin Ed:
No, baby, it is the "Goin' Home Rally".

Coffin Ed:
Digger and I will do our damnedest to get your money back. We promise.

Gravedigger Jones:
Anybody out there ever hear of Coffin Ed or the Gravedigger make a promise we didn't keep?

Coffin Ed:
Now, we may have broken some heads, but we never broke no promises.

Anderson:
You've got to understand Ed and Digger, sir.

Bryce:
I understand those two, all right. Too quick with their fists. Too flip with their talk. Too fast with their guns. And too damn black maniacs on a powder keg.