“I wear the mask. It does not wear me.”
“Did my heart love ’til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty ’til this night.”
“Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn’t quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.”
“You can dream of a moment for years and still somehow miss it when it comes. You’ve got to reach through the flames and take it, or lose it forever. I took it.”
“Which would be worse — to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?”
“I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for. Because it’s not where you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re a part of something. And if you find that moment … it lasts forever.”
“If you get all of us together, we ain’t got a gang, we’ve got an army.”
“Let me tell you something: there’s no nobility in poverty. I’ve been a poor man, and I’ve been a rich man. And I choose rich every time.”
Sometimes I wonder: Will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.
We thought we were fighting communism, but in the end it was all about who gets what, you know? Ivory, Oil, Gold… Diamonds. So one day I decided “F*** it,” ya know? “I’m gonna get mine.”
You Americans, you Americans love to talk about you feelings.
[As Solomon deserts Archer after saying Archer is not the master] Oh that is exactly what I am and you’d better remember it Kaffir! [Solomon knocks him down]
The only reason you’re still alive is because you haven’t told anyone where it is.
That diamond is my ticket out of this… godforsaken continent.
You see, under the laws of Chickasaw County, Broomhilda here is my property, and I can choose to do with my property whatever I so desire! And if y’all think my price for this nigger here is too steep, what I’m gonna desire to do is… take this fucking hammer here, and beat her ass to death with it! Right in front of both y’all! Then we can examine the three dimples inside Broomhilda’s skull! Now what’s it gonna be, Doc? Huh? What’s it going to be?
So, Moby tells me you looked over my African flesh and you were none too impressed, huh?
Dr. Schultz, in Greenville you yourself said that for the right nigger you’d be willing to pay what some may consider is a ridiculous amount. To which me myself said “What is your definition of ridiculous?” To which you said “$12,000”. Now considering y’all have ridden a whole lot of miles, wen through a whole lot of trouble, and done spread a whole lot of bull to purchase this lovely lady right here, it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the right nigger. And if y’all wanna leave Candyland with Broomhilda, the price is $12,000.