Jimmie 'JJ' Walker: James 'J.J.' Evans, Jr.

Good Times

James 'J.J.' Evans, Jr.

J.J.: Around here, we've got something more powerful than Drano. See, all we do is hang a picture of Thelma's face over the drain, and the clog goes away. We call it: Thelmo.
Thelma: Yes, and when it's really clogged, we have to use the snake, so we send J.J. down there personally.

J.J.: Thelma, I think I got VD!
Thelma: VD! The only way you can get that is by... JJ!... well who is it?
[JJ looks at her]
Thelma: ... Mariaane Thomas? Sweet little Marianne Thomas? ooooooWOOO!
Michael: [Michael comes out of the room with his text book] JJ what you say you got?
J.J.: VD
Michael: [looking up VD] It says here you can only get VD by... ooooooWooo!

J.J.: [demonstrating to Florida how to do a TV commercial] Hi, y'all out there in TV land. This is Florida Evans - star of stage, screen, and the ghetto - here to tell you about Vita-Brite Health Tonic. My husband James used to have slow blood. He would cut himself shaving on Monday and wouldn't start bleedin' till Thursday. But *now*...
James: ...now, thanks to Vita-Brite Health Tonic, my blood is fast, fast, *fast*! Now I bleed all the time!

J.J.: Looking for dead roaches. Because if they ate that cake, they couldn't got too far.

Michael: Hey, Thelma. You about ready for that kissing booth?
Thelma: Yep, I've got my lips, and my lip gloss, and... Oh, Michael, you didn't tell me how much to sell my kisses for.
J.J.: Thelma, be ready to make change of a dime.
Thelma: You know something, if you were in there, it wouldn't be a kissing booth... it would be a house of horrors, you ugly monster.

James: [to Thelma and Michael] If I do have hypertension, y'all gave it to me wit' all that nickin' and naggin' goin' on. Junior here's the only one who haven't got on my nerves.
J.J.: That's because, one, I respect you, and two, I fear for my life.

James Sr: Junior, get your Mother a glass of water.
J.J.: Water?... She ain't drinkin' nothin' but the best from now on... Kool Aid!

J.J.: Here's the way it comes down, Michael. The alleged mama, took her alleged fist, and hit the little kid's alleged back, and left a mess of alleged bruises, that were legally clear.

Florida: [after discovering J.J's illegal gambling] J.J, there are two roads out of the ghetto. So far, we've managed to stay on the right road.
J.J.: That's what's taking us so long to get out of here! Look, Ma, tell me one dude in the projects who's got a future that ain't in the rackets.
Florida: You, because you just resigned.
J.J.: Oh, no, Ma. It's MY way out and I'm going to take it.
Florida: Then you can start by getting out of here.
J.J.: Oh, come one, Ma...
[moves forward to hug Florida]
Florida: [pulls away and begins gathering his belongings]
J.J.: Now, Ma! Let's be reasonable...
Florida: [shoving his belongings into his hands] And take these things with you!
J.J.: Ma, you haven't even...
Florida: [angrily] J.J, get the HELL out of my house!

J.J.: Van Gough, and Rembrandt, don't be uptight, cause here comes KID DYNOMITE.

Bookman: Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, this ticket says "Come in costume". What am I supposed to do about a costume?
J.J.: Hey, Bookman, just grab a basketball, and you can come as the Harlem Globetrotters.

Grandpa: In this box is something that is going to get all of us out of the ghetto.
J.J.: What is it? A BOMB.

J.J.: [J.J. phones home after a police raid on his "friend's" apartment] Ma? I'm ready to come home.
Florida: It's your home.