Kevin Hart: Nashawn

Soul Plane

Nashawn

Muggsy: Woah-woah-woah. You still caught on that strip club slash daycare center thing? Shit was genius. Come on!
Nashawn: It was genius, Muggsy?
Muggsy: Come on!
Nashawn: To who? Okay, we lost all our damn money in a week.

Nashawn: Murderers! Murderers! You killed my dog, man. Y'all gonna pay for this! If I have to go on every talk show in America, y'all gonna pay! Oprah, Ricki Lake, Dr, Phil, bitch!

Nashawn: I can't get out! My ass is stuck! Come on. God, please, I'm a Christian! My ass is touchin' the shit. I don't wanna die like this! Stewardess!

Nashawn: Muggs, I told you to hire a black pilot, not a damn black baggage handler. What is that?
Muggsy: I did what you asked me to, okay? Look, there ain't but two black pilots around, and one of 'em flyin' for Puffy.
Nashawn: How'd Puffy get the first one?

Nashawn: Where's your uniform at, man?
Captain Mack: You lookin' at it. The Mackin' is crackin'. This is how I come. I don't wear no square suits. I'm a player. We ride spinners. We ride spinners.

Nashawn: Hello, everybody. Welcome to NWA Airlines. Here at NWA, safety is a very important part of flying, but let's be real. If something goes wrong, we're all going down, right?

Flame: I know that look. I had that same look of regret right after I ran into Lee - my little Asian butterfly. Woo! We had a whirlwind romance that ended in heartbreak - and stomach pumpin'. When I saw him again, I tried to apologize, but I couldn't. I just felt so bad leaving him in that hospital all bloated and distended.
Nashawn: Did you just grind on me?
Flame: A little.

Mr. Hunkee: Hey, what is tea-bagging?
Nashawn: Oh! That's the shit! That's when you take your balls, right, and dip 'em in a freaky mouth. And you keep goin' up and down like - you see what I'm sayin'? And then you dip, right.
Mr. Hunkee: I got it. Thank you.

Mr. Hunkee: Listen, when I met my Barbara. I knew that moment I'd move heaven and earth to be with her. I knew that she was worth it.
Nashawn: So you happy now?
Mr. Hunkee: Not really. Last time I saw her, she was with this tall model type.
Nashawn: A real handsome black guy?
Mr. Hunkee: Yeah.
Nashawn: Sittin' in low class?
Mr. Hunkee: Yeah.
Nashawn: Got a dick like a fire hose?
Mr. Hunkee: Yeah.
Nashawn: Yeah, you lost her.
Mr. Hunkee: Yeah.
Nashawn: [to the bartender] Can he get another one?
Mr. Hunkee: Double.
Nashawn: Have you talked to her - since?
Mr. Hunkee: She can't talk. She must have vocal cord damage.

Giselle: The Captain is dead.
Nashawn: Dead? Okay, wait a minute. Are we talkin' Tupac dead - Iike maybe he is or maybe he isn't, or Wilt Chamberlain dead, like he ain't checkin' back in the game?

Nashawn: I was lookin' at your resumé, man. I see here that you flew in Desert Storm. That's pretty impressive.
Captain Mack: No, actually homey, that's a typo. I drew over in Desert Storm.
Nashawn: I'm sorry. I didn't - what? What'd you say?
Captain Mack: I was the nigga that drew the little sayin's on the bombs: "Fuck Iraq." "Saddam, Eat a Dick." You know what I'm sayin'? That was me. Secret agent. Matter of fact, I ain't even 'posed to be talkin' about that right now. That's classified.

Muggsy: We family, man. We was in this from the beginning, we gonna ride this out to the end. Alright?
Nashawn: That's my nigga, man.