Superfly

Eddie:
I went along with that thing of yours about getting out cause I had nothing else. When I get out what am I gunna do? I don't know nothing else but dope, baby. Takin' it, sellin' it, bankrollin' so other small time pusher. Ya know, you've got this fantasy in your head about gettin outta the life and setting that other world on its ear. What the F*CK are you gunna do except hustle? Besides pimpin'? And you really ain't got the stomach for that. Now man I ain't puttin you down. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't be here, I'd be O.D'ed some place. I'm just trying to make it real, baby like it is. I mean, maybe this is what you're supposed to do, maybe this is what you're growing to. Just think about it, don't throw it out, just, just think about it.

Youngblood Priest:
Don't argue with me man, I'm trying to give you a chance. Now, you don't get me my money TONIGHT, I'm gunna put that young girl of yours out on whore's row.

Fat Freddie:
Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man/

Youngblood Priest:
So what? Now somebody's gunna work tonight, Freddy. You really shouldnta f***ed with my money, Freddy.

Fat Freddie:
Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man.

Eddie:
You're gunna give all this up? Eight Track Stereo, color T.V. in every room, and can snort a half a piece of dope everyday?! That's the American Dream, ni**a!

Eddie:
Look, I know it's a rotten game, but it's the only one The Man left us to play.

Militant:
Dig it, dope peddler. We're out here building a new nation for black people. It's time for you to start payin some dues, ni**a!

Youngblood Priest:
I ain't givin' you sh*t! I'll tell you what you do, you go get you a gun and all those black folks you keep doin' so much talkin' about get guns, and come back ready to go down, then I'll be right down front killin' whitey. But until you can do that, you go sing your marching songs some place else. Now we're through talkin'.

If I so much as choke on a chicken bone all ya reirdents is dead. *