Savon:
You think you king of the street or somethin'. Ain't nobody king of the street.

Savon:
"King" James. Like he's king of the street or something. Ain't nobody king of the street! It's all about survival! It's all about gettin' yours! It ain't about takin' no chances. And it damn sure ain't about jeopardizing your whole motherfuckin' crew!

Bradlee:
Who's going to call the cops? The pidgeons or the rats?

Vince:
Look, I don't wanna get in the middle of no big gang hassle!

Savon:
Gang? You think we some punk ass gang?

King James:
I am a businessman. These are my associates.

Don:
I don't know what this stuff is anymore. Our gold. God's gold. Fool's gold.

King James:
The only thing a man's got is his family and his pride. That's all he's got.

Don:
Now wait a minute, old man, you know a way out of here we split the gold three ways!

Bradlee:
That's not what you said a minute ago!

Don:
A minute ago we was all dead!

Vince:
It's been up there fifty years and it isn't even tarnished!

Bradlee:
That's the beauty of gold. It never tarnishes. Lasts forever, too. You can twist it, pound it, even piss on it but it's always the same gold. It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone. I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece.

Savon:
I told you that motherfucker was scandalous! Now we get to break him off some.

King James:
Them country motherfuckers was cryin' about the police, right? They want cops?

King James:
Give 'em cops.

Luther:
Hello, Officer Friendly!

Wickey:
How are you?