Marlon Wayans credited as playing...
Tyrone C. Love
- Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come.
- Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida.
- Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
- Court Doctor: [repeatedly] Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Prisoner: Yes, sir.
- Court Doctor: OK for work.
- Court Doctor: [arriving at Tyrone's place in the line] Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Tyrone: [nods, whispering] Yes.
- Prison Guard: [hits Tyrone in the face] Say "sir!" God damn New York dope fiend niggers. Learn some manners!
- Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Tyrone: [insulted] Yes, sir.
- Court Doctor: OK for work.
- [moving to Harry]
- Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Prison Guard: He says he's got something wrong with his arm.
- [the doctor grabs Harry's arm and exposes the wound, causing him to scream in pain]
- Court Doctor: I don't think he'll be puttin' any more dope in that arm.
- Prison Guard: Smells worse than he do.
- Court Doctor: Better get him over to the hospital. I don't expect he'll live out the week.
- Harry Goldfarb: This is our only chance to make it big.
- Tyrone C. Love: C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.