- Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, huh?
- Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
- Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
- Coccotti: [He does a double take] Come again?
- Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers.
- Coccotti: Yes...
- Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
- [Coccotti busts out laughing]
- Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
- Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
- Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
- [Starts laughing, too]
- Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
- [All laugh]
- Drexl Spivey: No thanks? What does that mean? Means you ate before you came down here? All full. Is that it? Naw, I don't think so. I think you're too scared to be eatin'. Now, see we're sittin' down here, ready to negotiate, and you've already given up your shit. I'm still a mystery to you. But I know exactly where your white ass is comin' from. See, if I asked you if you wanted some dinner and you grabbed an egg roll and started to chow down, I'd say to myself, "This motherfucker's carryin' on like he ain't got a care in the world. Who know? Maybe he don't. Maybe this fool's such a bad motherfucker, he don't got to worry about nothin', he just sit down, eat my Chinese, watch my TV." See? You ain't even sat down yet. On that TV there, since you been in the room, is a woman with her breasteses hangin' out, and you ain't even bothered to look. You just been clockin' me. Now, I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties.
- Clarence Worley: I'm not eatin' 'cause I'm not hungry. I'm not sittin' 'cause I'm not stayin'. I'm not lookin' at the movie 'cause I saw it seven years ago. It's "The Mack" with Max Julien, Carol Speed, and Richard Pryor. I'm not scared of you. I just don't like you. In that envelope is some payoff money. Alabama's moving on to some greener pastures. We're not negotiatin'. I don't like to barter. I don't like to dicker. I never have fun in Tijuana. That price is non-negotiable. What's in that envelope is for my peace of mind. My peace of mind is worth that much. Not one penny more, not one penny more.
- [last lines]
- Alabama: Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
- Vincenzo Coccotti: Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
- Clarence Worley: [to Alabama, who's apprehensive about his gun] If there's one thing this last week has taught me, it's better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.
- [in the night club, after Drexel has beaten Clarence]
- Drexl Spivey: He must have thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?
- Marty: No man, It ain't white boy day.
- Clarence Worley: You just said you love me, now if I say I love you and just throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may and you're lying to me I'm gonna fuckin' die.
- Virgil: Now the first time you kill somebody, that's the hardest. I don't give a shit if you're fuckin' Wyatt Earp or Jack the Ripper. Remember that guy in Texas? The guy up in that fuckin' tower that killed all them people? I'll bet you green money that first little black dot he took a bead on, that was the bitch of the bunch. First one is tough, no fuckin' foolin'. The second one... the second one ain't no fuckin' Mardis Gras either, but it's better than the first one 'cause you still feel the same thing, y'know... except it's more diluted, y'know it's... it's better. I threw up on the first one, you believe that? Then the third one... the third one is easy, you level right off. It's no problem. Now... shit... now I do it just to watch their fuckin' expression change.
- Alabama: I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy and then hop in that waterbed and watch X-rated movies 'till you get your ass back in my lovn' arms.
- Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
- Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
- Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
- Clifford Worley: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
- Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "how full of shit am I?" question you've been asking yourself.
- Alabama: I had to come all the way from the highway and byways of Tallahassee, Florida to MotorCity, Detroit to find my true love. If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed that true romance and Detroit would ever go together. And til this day, the events that followed all still seems like a distant dream. But the dream was real and was to change our lives forever. I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing and things seemed to be getting so shitty. And he'd say, "that's the way it goes, but don't forget, it goes the other way too." That's the way romance is... Usually, that's the way it goes, but every once in awhile, it goes the other way too.
- Elliot: Hi. How are you? My name's Elliot, and I'm with the Cub Scouts of America. We're... we're selling uncut cocaine to get to the jamboree.
- Clarence Worley: Eliot, do I look like a beautiful blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
- Elliot: What?
- Clarence Worley: I said do I look like a beautiful blonde with big big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
- Elliot: No.
- Clarence Worley: No. Okay, then why are you telling me all this bullshit, huh? You wanna fuck me?
- Vincenzo Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A, and at the risk of sounding redundant, please... make your answers genuine.
- Vincenzo Coccotti: ...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
- Clifford Worley: What are you talkin' about?
- Vincenzo Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
- Mentor: You think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp? Listen. Every pimp in the world gets shot. Two in the back of the fuckin' head. Cops'd throw a party, man.
- Clarence Worley: I mean look at her. It looks like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
- Dick Ritchie: I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out. All I got is fuckin' Floyd.
- Alabama: Please shut up! I'm trying to come clean, okay? I've been a call-girl for exactly four days and you're my third customer. I want you to know that I'm not damaged goods. I'm not what they call Florida white trash. I'm a good person and when it comes to relationships, I'm one-hundred percent, I'm one hundred percent... monogamous.
- Coccotti: I haven't killed anybody since 1984. Go over to this comedian's son's apartment, come back with something that tells me where that asshole went, so I can wipe this egg off my face... Finish this fucked-up family for good.
- Clarence Worley: I always said, if I had to fuck a guy... I mean had to, if my life depended on it... I'd fuck Elvis.
- Clarence Worley: I can't tell you... that was one of the best times I ever had. It was. But, you know, I knew something must be rotten in Denmark. There was no way you could like me that much. Man, I can't tell you how relieved I was when you took off your dress, you... you didn't have a dick.
- Alabama: Stop being so fucking calm about all this.
- Boris: Call me an ambulance. Somebody, call me an ambulance.
- Nicky Dimes: Shut up.
- Boris: Fuck you, I'm bleeding.
- Nicky Dimes: I'll call you a hearse... This is for Cody.
- [shoots Boris]
- Lee: [to Elliot, as he realizes he has been betrayed to the cops] How do you know his name? Why the fuck does he know your name? You piece of shit. You can forget about acting for the next twenty years, your fucking career is over. Take your fucking SAG card and burn it. You little cocksucker. I treated you like a son. You fucking stab me in the heart.
- Alabama: Did I do my part okay?
- Clarence Worley: Bamaloo you were perfect.
- Alabama: Like a ninja?
- Clarence Worley: Like a ninja.
- Clifford Worley: You know, I don't believe you.
- Coccotti: That's of minor importance. What is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.
- Clarence Worley: [Peeling out in reverse into oncoming traffic] We now return to Bullit already in progress.
- Coccotti: Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.
- Clarence Worley: You're a whore?
- Alabama: [Indignantly] I'm not a whore. I'm a call-girl. There's a difference, you know!
- Mentor: I gotta hand it to you Clarence.
- Clarence Worley: I was cool?
- Mentor: Naw man you were cooler than cool.
- [having just gotten married]
- Clarence Worley: Well, hello, Mrs. Worley.
- Alabama: How do you do, Mr. Worley?
- Clarence Worley: Top o' the mornin', Mrs. Worley.
- Alabama: Bottom of the ninth, Mr. Worley. By the way, have you seen your lovely little wife today?
- Clarence Worley: Are you speaking of my beautiful, charming, sexy wife, Mrs. Alabama Worley?
- Alabama: Why, are there any others, Mr. Worley?
- Clarence Worley: No, none for me.
- [they kiss]
- Mentor: Well, can you live with it?
- Clarence Worley: What?
- Mentor: I said, can you live with it?
- Clarence Worley: Live with what?
- Mentor: That son of a bitch walkin' around, breathing the same air as you, gettin' away with it every day. Are you haunted?
- Clarence Worley: Yeah.
- Mentor: You wanna get unhaunted?
- Clarence Worley: Oh, yeah.
- Mentor: Well, I'd kill him, shoot him in the face, put him down like a dog.
- Clarence Worley: I can't believe what you're tellin' me.
- Mentor: I'm just sayin' what I'd do.
- Clarence Worley: You'd do that?
- Mentor: Fuck don't deserve to live.
- Clarence Worley: [Exhales] Look, he's hauntin' me, you know? I mean, I do wanna kill him, but I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in jail.
- Mentor: Hey, man, I don't blame you.
- Clarence Worley: If I thought I'd get away with it...
- Mentor: Get away with it? Killing's the hard part. Gettin' away with it, that's easy. You think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp? Listen. Every pimp in the world gets shot. Two in the back of the fuckin' head. Cops'd throw a party, man. Long as you're not at the scene of the crime, smokin' gun in your hand, you'd get away with it. Clarence, I like you. I always have. Always will.
- Dick Ritchie: Clarence, do you have any idea how much coke you have here?
- Clarence Worley: Nope. Tell me.
- Dick Ritchie: I don't know, but it's a fuckin' lot.
- Clifford Worley: 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
- [all laugh]
- Vincenzo Coccotti: Ohhh!
- Clifford Worley: Huh? Hey! Hey! Hey!
- [motioning with his hand three times]
- Vincenzo Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe.
- [all laugh]
- Vincenzo Coccotti: This fucking guy man! I love this guy.
- [kisses Cliff on the cheek]
- Vincenzo Coccotti: That was beautiful.
- [takes a gun from one of his men and shoots Cliff in the face three times]