Graham: I swear to you, Mom. I'll find whoever killed him.
Graham's Mother: Oh, I already know who killed him. You did. I told you to find your brother, but you were too busy for us. I'll take care of everything here. You go on now. You have better things to do.

Jean: [yelling] I just had a gun pointed in my face...
Rick: You lower your voice.
Jean: ... and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks away, she's a racist, right? Well I got scared and I didn't do anything and ten seconds later I had a gun in my face! Now I am telling you, your amigo in there is going to sell our key to one of his homies and this time it would be really fucking great if you acted like you gave a shit!

Lara: [referring to the impenetrable cloak] He doesn't have it!
Elizabeth: [confused] He doesn't have what?

Lara: I heard a bang.
Daniel: What, like a truck bang?
Lara: Like a gun.
. . .
Lara: How far can bullets go?
Daniel: They go pretty far except usually they get stuck in something and they stop.
Lara: What if they don't?
Daniel: Are you thinking about that bullet than went through your window?

Officer Ryan: [talking on the phone] I wanna speak to your supervisor...
Shaniqua: I am my supervisor!
Officer Ryan: All right well, what's your name?
Shaniqua: Shaniqua Johnson.
Officer Ryan: Shaniqua. Big fucking surprise that is!
Shaniqua: Oh! [hangs up]

Rick: [After his car is stolen] Why did these guys have to be black? No matter how we spin this thing, I'm either gonna lose the black vote or I'm gonna lose the law and order vote!
Karen: You know, I think you're worrying too much. You have a lot of support in the black community.
Rick: All right. If we can't duck this thing, we're gonna have to neutralize it. What we need is a picture of me pinning a medal on a black man. The firefighter - the one that saved the camp or something - Northridge... what's his name?
Bruce: He's Iraqi.
Rick: What?
Bruce: He's Iraqi. His name is Saddam.
Rick: Great. I'm going to pin a medal on an Iraqi named Saddam. Give yourself a raise!

[After driving the man they struck to the hospital, the chop-shop owner wants to destroy the car Anthony and Peter stole]
Lucien: You watch the Discovery Channel?
Anthony: Not a lot.
Peter: Man, they got some good shit on that channel.
Lucien: Every night there is a show with somebody shining a blue light and finding tiny specks of blood splattered on carpets and walls and ceiling fans, bathroom fixtures and special-edition plastic Burger King tray cups. The next thing they show is some stupid redneck in handcuffs who looks absolutely stunned that this is happening to him. Sometimes the redneck is actually WATCHING the Discovery Channel when they break in to arrest him. And he still can't figure out how on earth they could've caught him! :[pauses] Do I look like I wanna be on the Discovery Channel?
Anthony: No.
Lucien: Then get the fuck outta my shop.

[After Maria takes Jean to the hospital]
Jean: Do you want to hear something funny?
Maria: What's that, Mrs. Jean?
Jean: You're the best friend I've got.

[to Anthony] Look at me. You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.

Come on now. This is America! Time is money.

I didn't ask for your help, did I?

I'll protect you, Daddy.

It's a really good cloak.

It's just black people demeaning other black people, using that word over and over. You ever hear white people callin' each other "honky" all the time? "Hey, honky, how's work?" "Not bad, cracker, we're diversifying!"

[After curving off the road during conversation and hitting something, Peter looks under the car.] Peter: Aw... shit, man, we just ran over a Chinaman.
Anthony: You're saying there's a Chinaman under this truck?
Peter: What part of that didn't make sense to you? There's a Chinaman under the fucking truck!
Anthony: Well what did he do just? Just jump out in the middle of the road?
Peter: We gotta pull out of there. I think we can do it by his arms.
Anthony: You pull on that arm and it's gonna come off. Now here's an idea, let's just get back in the car and drive until he falls off.
Peter: Or we can pull him out and drop him off at a hospital.
Anthony: You start pulling on that fool's arm and it's gonna fall off. Then you are gonna be standing in the street holding a Chinaman's arm. Then what's your ass gonna do?
Peter: If we leave him here he dies, then we're up for murder charges. Now how 'bout you just come down here, grab an arm, and help me pull him out, dog?
Anthony: Shit.
[They both start pulling the man out]