The Landlord

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
You know what NAACP means, don't you?

Joyce Enders:
You tell me what it means.

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
It means "N*ggers Ain't Always Colored People"!

William Enders Sr.:
What did he mean by that?

Joyce Enders:
He just called us n*ggers.

William Enders Sr.:
He did?

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
[being held at gunpoint by Marge] I am the new landlord. And you are disregarding your lease by practicing whatever you're practicing here with these, with these readings. I'll have you thrown out! So if you want to shoot, just go ahead and shoot. That'll be running an illegal business, nonpayment of rent... and manslaughter.

Joyce Enders:
He just called us n*ggers.

William Enders Sr.:
Us?

Fanny:
He thinks the Lord put white people on this earth as punishment. 'Course I don't hold with no sacrilegious talk like that.

Fanny:
If you didn't sweat so much, nobody'd take you for a landlord.

Copee:
These arrows have been dipped in Fanny's barbecue sauce so as to make death slow and more agonizing to its unfortunate victims.

William Enders Sr.:
If you march into this house with an armful of pickaninnies from this business venture of yours, the best you'll be able to expect from me is a swift kick in the ass.

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
And you know that peace symbol you have hanging around your neck? Why don't you shove it up your ass!

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
[inspecting the tenement house] In this area, I'm gonna hang a big chandelier.

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
I think I love a woman who is a Negro.

Joyce Enders:
I think we should go for a little drive.

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
Joyce, you are a liberated butch american broad. 'Doesn't mean I don't love you.

Joyce Enders:
What does it mean, dear?

Elgar Winthrop Julius Enders:
It means I'm going to do what I want with my damn life.

Joyce Enders:
If she's putting you on, she's most likely only Jewish.

Marge:
Sit down and drink your wine before the ice cubes melt.

Joyce Enders:
I'm going home, wherever that is.

Marge:
Honey, you better sit yo'self down and have some lunch. How you white folks gonna defend yo'self if you don't eat?

Joyce Enders:
[upon being poured some wine] Is that carbonated?

Marge:
It's just ruthless. It's ruthless.

Marge:
It's pot likker, juice from the green. Lead in your pencil.