Fresh

Sam:
Anything lost can be found again, except for time wasted.

Sam:
Your queen is just a pawn with some fancy moves, nothing more.

Chuckie:
I got the dope moves.

Esteban:
You got the what?

Chuckie:
I got the stupid juice, I bust the stupid moves.

Fresh:
Keep watch, n*gger. Yell if you see someone.

Chuckie:
"Yell, n*gger"? I'll smoke they-ass!

Darryl:
James be running smack, Corky. He an H boy, it ain't our problem.

Corky:
N*gger cut into my part, know that sh*t is mine, then turn around and sell it without cutting me in? That sh*t is my problem! We gonna pay my problem a visit and solve it.

Esteban:
Where'd you come to find out about all these interesting developments?

Esteban:
Look, time is money and money is time little homey, and right now you are costing me a lot of both.

Fresh:
You gonna get mad.

Esteban:
Look, it would be very difficult to get me any madder than I am already.

Herbie:
It's over right, sh*t, it's done right?

Fresh:
Look done to me.

Sam:
Last game here I'm playing myself.

Fresh:
You're losing to yourself.

Sam:
Yeah, life's a b*tch like that.

James:
You Michael, huh? I guess you used up all the ugly in the family.

Fresh:
Why you don't go to Esteban then?

Nichole:
I don't like the way he looks at me. I don't need no spic pimp motherf***er looking at me like no f***in' queen. I'm just a sorry-ass n*gger whore.

Fresh:
I gotta get to school, Chillie, I'm stupid late. It's gonna be my second late day this week. Miss Coleman is gonna kill me.

Chillie:
Don't worry, I'll write you a doctor's note.

Jake:
Kermit ain't showed up yet.

Red:
Yo man, let me tell you, that n*gger set his watch for yesterday, the motherf***er still gonna be late.

Fresh:
Don't Aunt Frances think you ain't nothing. She think you're something.

Nichole:
Aunt Frances is a f***in' saint. Aunt Frances loves every damn dog on the street the same as she loves me. Ain't no sh*t to be loved by no f***in' saint.

Corky:
What the f*** are you doing?

Darryl:
I was picking up.

Corky:
Don't do sh*t behind my back. Why the f*** you gonna be doing that?

Darryl:
Corky man, it was my turn, man, we just playing, it's just me, baby.

Corky:
I don't give a f*** who you're with, be my mother, motherf***er, I don't play that sh*t!

Darryl:
Sorry, alright?

Corky:
Yeah, yeah, you be sorry. You do that sh*t, just do it in front of my face.

Corky:
Now, am I free to finish my little transaction here without every n*gger be doing some sh*t behind my back?

Fresh:
Mate in four.

Fresh:
Would have been four if you were smart. Mate.

Chillie:
Looks like some kind of f***in' war council or some sh*t.

Esteban:
It's gonna be the shortest f***in' war anyone ever fought.

Esteban:
What the f*** is this, grand central station? *Who the f*** is it*?

Esteban:
Yeah, I'm asking you a question, is she a freak?

Fresh:
Man, you're married.

Esteban:
I know you're just a kid Fresh, even though you're smart, so I let you talk to me like that just this one time, but you tell me! You better tell me who she's f***ing with.

Corky:
You know what this is? *Look at it!* What is it?

Fresh:
Look like base.

Corky:
That's right, little man. Five thousand dollars worth of pure base cocaine. You didn't even look to see what you was carrying, did you? You're just a little kid in way over his head, I know that. But Esteban gotta be sent a message about horning in on my business.

Corky:
I'm afraid you gonna have to be my little telegram.

Fresh:
It was fun, dad, stupid fun, you seen that n*gger's face...

Sam:
Chess ain't fun, boy, how many times do I gotta tell you that? Don't you listen to a word I say?

Fresh:
Maybe if I seen you more...

Sam:
Well you don't, so you be well served to retain some of the knowledge I'm imparting to you, rather than giving me all this hard ass street attitude bullshit.

Esteban:
What about your sister?

Fresh:
Promise you ain't gonna get ma...

Esteban:
No, I promise, you don't cut this sh*t out I'm gonna piss acid on your head, you f***in' hear me?

Fresh:
I gotta see Hector.

Fresh:
You ain't Hector, Hector is in that office back there. I got an appointment with Hector, not you big gorilla monkey ass.

Esteban:
*Whatda f****?

Lt. Perez:
You're under f***in' arrest, that's whatda f***.