Jackie Quinones: Angela

Hard Luck

Angela

Lucky: Okay. Take your clothes off.
Angela: Are you fucking nuts?
Lucky: It ain't like I ain't already seen you naked. Take your shit off. Look, this way I know you're less likely to bounce. Take your shit off. What, what, do you need a beat?
[Angela strips]
Angela: Happy?

Lucky: Don't make me get stupid, all right? Just be cool, do what I say, everything will be all right. You feel me?
Angela: Yeah, I feel you.

Lucky: [after bandaging Lucky, Angela speaks in Spanish] Translation?
Angela: "Heal, heal, by the butt of a frog. If it doesn't heal today, it'll heal tomorrow." Try it. It's good luck.

Angela: Shit. Why does this shit always happen to me? And I just got my hair done.

Lucky: I don't believe in all of that, like, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and all that.
Angela: Hey. I know a guy who died of that.
Lucky: Yeah, right. Nobody's ever died of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
Angela: He couldn't even get out of bed to eat. It was really sad.
Lucky: Must have been a white guy.
Angela: Yeah, so what?
Lucky: White people got a lot of free time on their hands. Black people, we ain't got time for all that shit.
Angela: Okay, Dr. Phil, so, what about Latinos?

Angela: Mi madre always said there are three kinds of people in this world: People who watch things happen people who complain about things that happen and people who make things happen. I got a lot I wanna do in my life. I think men just slow you down.

Angela: Look, honestly, I can't do anything today that I won't be proud of tomorrow.
Million Dollar Mendez: Did you hear that shit? Do you believe that shit? I didn't know they still make girls like this! You gotta keep her here, Lucky. Keep her, okay?

Angela: I gotta pee.
Lucky: Well, I guess you better roll the window down...... and back your ass up to the crack and piss out the window. I don't see any toilets, and I ain't stopping.

Angela: Don't start freaking me out, Lucky. Seriously, I don't like that Blair Witch-type shit.

Angela: I know that you think because I'm a stripper that I sleep with everybody, but that's not the case.

Angela: To tell the truth, he was more intent on impressing you. He used to say that you were a true player. You know, an original gangsta.
Lucky: Original gangsta. Player. Well, the frog's in a well, and rat's in a cage.
Angela: What does that mean?
Lucky: It means all of these player gangstas out here they get so caught up in their own fantasy that they can't see the real picture. See, they think they running shit. They ain't running shit. More likely they running *in* shit. They just can't smell it though. Look, I did things. I was grimy. I hustled, I scrambled, I did all of that. At one point I thought the world was mine. And then I realized, oh, man, I got caught in a trick. Trick had me killing my own people, killing myself. Probably killed more black people than the Ku Klux Klan.
Angela: So you're trying to find your way out of hell.

Angela: Don't go acting all high and mighty just because you saw a couple of films. I'm bilingual. You're just uno Ebonical.
Lucky: Okay. See, keep it up, I'm not gonna let you sleep with me tonight.
Angela: That's fucked up. You're trying to scare your way into some pussy.
Lucky: On the contrary, baby. I don't want none.
Angela: Oh, really?
Lucky: Oh, really. Yeah. Because you way too much drama.
[Angela kisses Lucky]