- Chalky Price: T has one edge--and that's his cool. But that's enough, baby, because he's thinkin' all the time. And If he wants your ass, he gets it!
- Chalky Price: We got some trouble, T.
- Mr. T: No, shit! All this free ass out here, puttin' your whores out of business.
- Mr. T: Look, man, I'm not gonna hassle about bread. You know my price. I'll be at Jimmy's around 7:00. Make up your mind, you call me there. Now, get out. The two of you are fuckin' up a nice day.
- Mr. T: Get the money, Chalky. Don't dance, man, move!
- Chalky Price: T, T, look, I'll give you $30,000, man!
- Mr. T: $10,500.
- Billy Chi, Chalky's Goon: Chalky sent me to say he wants to see you on some business, Mr. T.
- Mr. T: Go back and tell Chalky to kiss my black ass.
- Sam: I got trouble, Mr T.
- Mr. T: What kind, Sam?
- Sam: My brother. They got him in jail again.
- Mr. T: For what?
- Sam: Burglary.
- Mr. T: With a gun?
- Sam: Yes. Fool wouldn't use his head!
- Mr. T: You don't need me, man, you need a bail bondsman.
- Sam: I can't get nobody to go bond for him. You know he ran out one time, Mr T.
- Mr. T: He ran out more than once, Sam, and you know it, don't jive me.
- Sam: Tha-that's why I come to you, Mr T. He wouldn't run out on you.
- Mr. T: He skip on me, I feed him to the dogs.
- Sam: He know that, Mr T.
- Mr. T: Keep an eye on my car, sucker! If anything happen to it, I'll take it out of your Black ass, you dig?
- Captain Joe Marx: Well, there's a bail bondsman outside asking about you. How'd he find out so fast, T?
- Mr. T: Jungle drums, man.
- Mr. T: Hey, dig it, Captain. I'm gonna run something for you, you listen. OK, now I got licenses to drive cabs, transport diamonds, tin bar, you name it, but I've got it. I also have a private-detective license, which not only allows me to carry a gun if I want to, but it lets me into the law library anytime. And I go, man. And what I read tells me that you either charge me or I walk out that door.
- Captain Joe Marx: You said something before about my wanting to nail you? I'll tell you exactly where I sit. You're tough and mean. You don't own a job and you wear $300 suits. You drive a big fancy car. Buy a new car every year. Very impressive. But, it makes a guy like me wonder. And when I wonder, I watch. I listen. I think you're fuckin' around with the law, T. That's where I sit.
- Mr. T: We've never done any business, Big, so let me tell you my rules. Half-assed super-niggers, like that pair you sent after me, you only get to make that mistake one time, you dig?
- Mr. T: You know what's bothering me? Two things. One is I'm sorry that I can't sue you for false arrest. And the other is, there's no toilet paper in this cell.
- Captain Joe Marx: You better check your other possessions.
- Mr. T: [sarcastically] If you can't trust the police, who can you trust?
- Pete: One man, Chalky. Just one man. Don't make him sound like a goddamn army.
- Chalky Price: It only takes one man to wash you away. And T is the last man in this world I want lookin' for me.
- Pete: What are you gonna do, Chalk?
- Chalky Price: I'm gonna empty my safe and take a trip.
- Pete: And leave all the troubles to me.
- Chalky Price: You wanna come? You're welcome.
- Pete: No way. That nigger's not runnin' me out.
- Chalky Price: That *nigga* is gonna feed you that word backwards, honky! And if he doesn't, I will.
- Pete: After all, where's he go if he's lookin' for you? Down to your office, downtown. Black people all over... But, if you're gone, he comes lookin' for me. And that means the penthouse at Century Plaza. White people all over. He's carryin' a flag, if he comes down there. "See me. Here I am." We see him. We take him out.
- [first lines]
- Bikini Baby: When am I gonna see you again, baby?
- Mr. T: I'm gonna have to think about that, girl.
- Mr. T: Yeah, my main squeeze! Give me some.
- Angel: 20 years ago that would have been more truth than jive, baby.
- Cleo, T's Girl: Should I be worried for you?
- Mr. T: Yeah, worry. That's real good for you, and it helps a lot. Oh, come on, girl, you know you never have to worry about me. Just be cool.
- Cleo, T's Girl: You know, Cleo wouldn't ask if Cleo didn't love you.
- Mr. T: Later.
- Mr. T: What kind of trouble?
- Chalky Price: We formed a partnership. Pete runs card games, crap games, on the white side of the street; same as, I do on the Black. We bank for each other. Split the takes. And that way, nobody has a bad week.
- Mr. T: Don't sound like trouble to me.
- Chalky Price: Well, the past three weeks, five of our runners have been grabbed taking money to games. And three of our games have been ripped off.
- Pete: Three or four guys.
- Mr. T: Black or white?
- Chalky Price: Aw, we don't know. They only hit after dark.
- Mr. T: You want your trouble fixed, it's going to cost you.
- Chalky Price: All right, then, one night's take: $2500.
- Mr. T: 10 big ones.
- Chalky Price: We got to get rid of the body.
- Mr. T: No, no, no. Not we, man. You! You shoot it, you bury it.
- Chalky Price: I hired you, dammit!
- Mr. T: Yeah, to stop the stick-ups and sweep up after you, pimp!
- Mr. T: Now, look, man, I'm tired of you jivin' me. You don't like me? I don't like you. That's cool. Now, we both know you want to nail me with anything you can. I don't understand it, but, that's cool, too. 'Cause you're never gonna come up to hang on me, Captain.
- Captain Joe Marx: Call me Joe. It takes the edge off the conversation. T. Joe. Makes things a lot easier, right?
- Mr. T: [Chalky shoots Abbey Walsh in the back] You ass, you! That's Abbey Walsh, man. You know who he is?
- Chalky Price: I've seen him around. He's a collector for Big.
- Mr. T: Now you got two kinds of trouble. Big trouble and fuzz trouble.
- Mr. T: I don't give a damn what you say. I'm getting paid to find out who is hittin' those games. And to me, you're the cat. It makes no difference whether you want to move in on Chalky or he wants to move in on you. What does matter is that the shit stops! And I get the bread for seeing that it stops. So that means you and Chalky and that honky partner of his have a sit-down and get it all together and get it straight.
- Pete: He opened his garbage and we'll put the lid on it.
- Mr. T: And get what? A lot of dead bodies and heavy heat from the fuzz. You want that? Cool! Give me my money and time to get outta your way. I'll let you crazy mothers shoot at each other.
- Chalky Price: He's right, Pete.
- Mr. T: You fuckin-A right I'm right!
- Pete: It's neat as a pin, Chalky! Big is gone. There's no heat on us. We move in on Big's business and the money comes rollin' in like waves on the shore!
- Mr. T: I got some trouble ahead. Look, baby, the cats in the game got no blood. They got ice instead. I don't want anybody around that they can hurt to get to me.
- Billy Chi, Chalky's Goon: [to Mr. T] Tell the man to kiss your black ass in the mornin', but workin' for him by night. You some kinda ho, baby.
- [T elbows Chi in the midsection and grabs his collar]
- Mr. T: You just keep an eye on my car, sucker. Anything happen to it, I'll take it out of your black ass, you dig?
- Mr. T: What's happenin', Sarge?
- Sergeant Koeppler: Not much for a change, Mr. T. How's by you?
- Mr. T: Oh, pretty good. Doing a little investigating. Here to see a package on a guy named Wozneitski, first name Vladimir.
- Sergeant Koeppler: What the hell do you want with a guy named Vladimir Wozneitski?
- Mr. T: Well, not enough to learn how to spell his name.
- Mr. T: What's happenin', Willy?
- Willy: Don't ask. Also don't have daughters who marry schmuck husbands.
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