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In the Heat of the Night.....
Gillespie: Well, you're pretty sure of yourself, ain't you, Virgil. Virgil, that's a
funny name for a nigger boy to come from Philadelphia. What do
they call you up there?
Virgil: They callllllllllllll me Mister Tibbs!
Set it Off......
Frankie: Cleo, you go to survey the line for the COW.
Cleo: COW? There's gonna be a cow up in there?
Stony: [sighs] ... Stop smoking weed.
New Jack City.......
Nino Brown: I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.
Deep Cover.......
John:
So gather around..... as I run it down… and unravel my pedigree.
So the whole game had been a joke… a joke on me. I was a fool. I'd been turned out like a two dollar ho. Used... abused...but with no towel...and no kiss.
You know the jungle creed...say that the strongest feed on any prey it can...and I was branded beast at every feast...before I ever became a man.
Want to know what a sin is? A sin's ending up like that girl where junkies prowl, where the tigers growl...in search of that much-needed blow. Where winos cringe on a canned-heat binge...and find their graves in the snow.
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