D.C. Cab

Dell:
Why are women are so uptight? They've got half the money and all the p*ssy.

Mr. Rhythm:
Don't let your dick run your life.

Tyrone:
Where to?

Angel of Death:
I am the Angel of Death. Take me to hell.

Tyrone:
Got any luggage?

Samson:
Fool! Your fare is the only thing stopping me from breaking your face!

Xavier:
It's tough to be a man baby!

Tyrone:
Albert white bread, chicken sh*t, Hockenberry.

Dell:
I don't work January the 8th, 'cause it's Elvis' birthday.

Dell:
Oh hunh-hunh!

Samson:
Shut up, Dell!

Dell:
Bruce Lee ain't dead you know. They got him frozen in carbonite down under Chatsworth. They're gonna melt him down as soon as the economy gets better.

You are a pitiful b*tch.

More good advice from Mr. Rhythm:

If you can make it through the night without committin’ suicide, you’ll be okay.