Lamont: [in the prison laundry] Don't fuck wit me aight I'm the most dangerous man in this prison. You know why? 'Cause I control the underwear.

Lamont: Alright I know your kind...bad ass peckerwood with an attitude. Well let me tell you something, you better watch your ass because in the joint, you are the nigger, not me.

Seth: My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo
We have washed ourselves in niggers' blood and all the mongrels too
We're taking down the ZOG machine, Jew by Jew by Jew
The white man marches on! ~ white supremacist lyrics for "Battle Hymn of the Republic."

Bob Sweeney: [arguing with Danny Vinyard about his "Mein Kampf" paper] I think the street would kill you. Your rhetoric and your propaganda aren't gonna save you out there.

Black guy: Yeah, that's that motherfucker - referring to Danny after the bathroom confrontation

Lamont: Better take care... Im not the one they call nigger in here

Murray: I don't have a personal problem with him! (Danny)
Bob Sweeney: Don't insult my intelligence, Murray! You hate this child, and I think I know why!
Murray: (closes the door) So I went out with his mother a few times. That was three years ago...it was nothing.
Bob Sweeney: Nothing. Really?
Murray: That paper, Bob--it's a travesty. Arguing for Hitler as a civil rights hero? You've got to draw the line.
Bob Sweeney: You know, Murray, you actually brought this upon yourself. You said the paper could be on any book that related to the struggle for human rights...in plain English. I am not disputing that the child is confused, and harbors some sick ideas, but I am not ready to give up on him yet.
Murray: His brother probably put him up to it.
Bob Sweeney: I guarantee you 100% his brother did not put him up to this.
Murray: Whatever...I find that hard to believe.

Reporter: Earlier today, L.A. County firefighter Dennis Vinyard was shot and killed battling a blaze at a suspected Compton drug den. We're at the Vinyard home now, and Lieutenant Vinyard's oldest son Derek has agreed to talk with us for a moment. Derek, if you could come down here, please, for a second. Look, I know this is tough, but how do you feel right now?
Derek Vineyard: (younger, wearing a Venice Beach High Basketball jersey) How do you think I feel? I think it's typical.
Reporter: Typical how?
Derek Vinyard: Well, this country's becoming a haven for criminals, so what do you expect? Decent hard-working Americans like my dad are getting rubbed out by social parasites.
Reporter: Parasites?
Derek Vinyard: Blacks, browns, yellow, whatever.
Reporter: I don't understand. You think maybe your father's murder was race-related?
Derek Vinyard: Yeah, it's race-related! Every problem in this country is race-related! Not just crime...it's immigration, AIDS, welfare! Those are problems of the black community, the Hispanic community, the Asian community! They're not white problems!
Reporter: Aren't those really issues that deal more with poverty?
Derek Vinyard: No! They're not products of their environments! That's crap! Minorities don't give two shits about this country! They come here to exploit it, not to embrace it!
Reporter: What does this have to do with the--
Derek Vinyard: Millions of white Europeans came here and flourished within a generation! What the fuck is the matter with these people? They have to go around...shooting at firemen!
Reporter: What does this have to do with the murder of your father?
Derek Vinyard: Because my father was murdered doing his job!! Putting out a fire in a fucking nigger neighborhood he shouldn't have given a shit about! He got shot by a fucking drug dealer who probably still collects a welfare check!
Doris Vinyard: (approaching Derek) Honey, that's enough.

Bob Sweeney: There was a moment..like this. when I used to blame everything and everyone... for all the pain and suffering and vile things that happened to me, that I saw happen to my people. Used to blame everybody. Blamed white people, blamed society, blamed God. I didn't get no answers 'cause I was asking the wrong questions. You have to ask the right questions.
Derek Vinyard: Like what?
Bob Sweeney: Has anything you've done made your life better?

Seth: Who do you hate, Danny?
Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant.
Seth: Why?
Danny Vinyard: They're a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are all right, I guess...
Seth: None of 'em are fucking all right, Danny, OK?

Murray: What are you doing Derek? This is your family.
Derek Vinyard: Right, my family, my family, so you know what? I don't give two shits about you or anybody else or what they think. You're not a part of it and you never will be.
Murray: That has nothing to do with it!
Derek Vinyard: Oh it doesn't? You don't think I see what you're trying to do here? You think I'm gonna sit here and smile while some fucking kike tries to fuck my mother? It's never gonna happen Murray, fucking forget it, not on my watch, not while I'm still in this family. I will fucking cut your Shylock nose off and stick it up your ass before I let that happen. Coming here and poison my family's dinner with your Jewish, Nigger-loving, hippie bullshit. Fuck you! Fuck you! Yeah, walk out, asshole, fucking Cabala reading motherfucker. Get the fuck out of my house.[flashes swastica tattoo] see this, this means not welcome.

Derek Vinyard: Nigger, you just fucked with the wrong bull. You should've learned your lesson on the fuckin' basketball court. But you fuckin' monkey's never get the message. My father gave me that truck you motherfucker! You ever shoot at fireman? You come here and shoot at my family? I'm gonna teach you a real lesson now motherfucker. Put your fuckin' mouth on the curb.
Lawrence: Come on man.
Derek Vinyard: Put it on the curb right now!
Danny Vinyard: Derek, no!
Derek Vinyard: Now say good night.
[Derek stomps Lawrence's head into the curb]

Danny Vinyard: [arguing about his "Mein Kampf" paper] Look Sweeney, did you bring me here to talk about Derek? Because what happened to him has nothing to do with me.
Bob Sweeney: Everything you do right now has something to do with Derek.

Danny Vinyard: [referring to Dr. Sweeney] He's one of those proud to be nigger guys, I hate those guys. He hate niggers..
Cameron: Now wait a minute Danny, he's not proud, no he's a manipulative self-righteous Uncle Tom. He's trying to make you feel guilty about writing about Adolf Hitler. Some nigger, some spic writes about Martin Luther King, or fuckin Caesar commie Chavez gets a pat on the head.

Lamont: [as Derek is leaving prison] 'Sup, man? You getting outta here? Well, c'mon man! What the fuck you waiting on?
Derek Vinyard: Yeah, you know, I got this funny feeling.
Lamont: Oh yeah? What's that?
Derek Vinyard: I'm thinking the only reason I'm getting outta here in one piece is you.
Lamont: C'mon man! Get the fuck outta here, man! You think I'm gonna put my neck on the line for some crazy-ass peckerwood?
Derek Vinyard: Yeah, right. Stupid.
[a moment of silence passes and Lamont looks away]
Derek Vinyard: That's what I thought. I owe you, man.
Lamont: Man, you owe me shit, a'ight?
Derek Vinyard: Yes, I do.
[Derek offers his hand and Lamont takes it]
Derek Vinyard: You'll be outta here in no time.
Lamont: C'mon man, it's a piece of cake, a'ight? You just take it easy on the brothers, a'ight? The brothers!