- Bippy Barnes: [giving her a hammer] Dolly, go collect on the markers on from today's bangtail races.
- Dolly: With pleasure.
- Bippy Barnes: [slapping some money on the table] Jolly, go buy me a bag of bullets.
- Jolly: .45s for the Tommy?
- Bippy Barnes: You bet your sweet Bippy.
- [turns to a flapper]
- Bippy Barnes: Where were...
- Rainbow Johnson: Hold on: you're saying "you bet your sweet bippy" came from a bookie named Bippy?
- Pops: Who's telling the story?
- Bea: I swear one of these days that thing's gonna tip over and kill me.
- Drexler Johnson: You know what, Bea? You and the rest of the girls should organize into a group and demand safer working conditions.
- Bea: Wow, I never thought of...
- Zoey Johnson: Hold on: you're saying our great-great-grandfather invented unions?
- Pops: Who is telling the story?
- Janitor: Me, I'll never get into the Savoy. Too dark to pass the paper bag test. But my old roomie Langston get in with no problem. Old caramel-colored bastard nabbed some fancy book deal writing about raisins in the sun; got that from me. Love putting stuff in the sun: raisins, damp socks, uncured bacon. It's probably why I'm so dark. The sun, man. That crazy fireball don't play. You stay light-skinned out there, boy.
- Andre Johnson, Jr.: Hold on: you're saying Langston Hughes plagiarized an insane janitor who lived under a train?
- Pops: Who? Is? Telling? This? Story?
- Pops: It all went down in the year of Our Lord 19 and 27 during the Harlem Renaissance...
- Jack Johnson: Oh those dudes are hilarious with their trick dunks and the confetti bucket!
- Drexler Johnson: Hi.
- Zora: Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I'll get your coat in a jiff.
- Drexler Johnson: I didn't bring a coat.
- Zora: Coat thief, huh? Okay, here's how it goes: you can pinch up to three furs. We'll split the fence 50/50.
- Drexler Johnson: What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I figured a hardworking girl like you stuck in this sweat box smelling like dead fox deserves some ice.
- Zora: Now we're talking. I've been looking to score a good diamond heist.
- Drexler Johnson: No, not that kind of ice.
- [puts a huge piece of ice in her tip tray]
- Drexler Johnson: Ice ice, baby.