I'm Gonna Git You Sucka (1988)

Jim Brown: Slammer

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Quotes 

• Hammer : How may I help you sir?

  Rib Joint Customer : How much for an order of ribs?

  Hammer : Two Fifty

  Rib Joint Customer : Two Fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?

  Hammer : Ahhh, about five

  Rib Joint Customer : Five

  [does math on his hand] 

  Rib Joint Customer : So I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?

  Hammer : Yeeaaa, about

  Rib Joint Customer : K, lemme get one

  Hammer : Right on

  [yells to the cook] 

  Hammer : One order

  Slammer : One order of ribs

  Rib Joint Customer : No, no... no, no... one rib

  Hammer : [Holds up finger]  One. Rib.

  Rib Joint Customer : I sure am hungry

  Hammer : Uhhhh, make that... one... rib... to go

  Slammer : One rib?

  Hammer : One rib...

  [sigh] 

  Hammer : What else?

  Rib Joint Customer : You got any soda?

  Hammer : [says slowly]  One... dolla...

  Rib Joint Customer : Aww, come'on now... look out for a brotha... man... come'on... Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents

  Hammer : [Pissed]  My cups cost more than fifteen cents!

  Rib Joint Customer : Alright, F - - the cup, pour it in my hands for a dime

  Hammer : [Grabs him by his shirt]  Look you greasy hair Jheri curl wearin - - Pay me & get the hell out of my store

  Rib Joint Customer : [Takes out change, counts it]  ...

  [Then, pulls out a HUGE wad of bills] 

  Rib Joint Customer : ... You got change for a hundred

• Slammer : What makes you think you can be a Black hero?

  Jack Spade : I'm an ex-football player.

• John Slade : I'm talkin' about one last score. A chance to take it to the man, one more time. Are you with me?

  Slammer : What the fuck; I ain't killed nobody in a long time.

• Slammer : Let's git that sucka.

• Ma Bell : Let's get out of here. Follow me.

  Jack Spade : No, you follow me.

  Ma Bell : Follow me!

  Slammer : I don't care who follows who. If y'all step on my bunion, I'll kill both of you.

• Jack Spade : You okay?

  Slammer : I'm hit.

  Jack Spade : [checks Slammer]  Where you... Where you hit at?

  Slammer : In my foot.

  Jack Spade : Oh, my God!

  Slammer : [Slammer's big toe is sticking out of his shoe, swollen and pulsing]  They shot me in my bunion, man!