John Shaft: Up yours, baby.
John Shaft: When you lead your revolution, whitey better be standing still because you don't run worth a damn no more.
Willy: That's some cold shit, throwing my man Leroy out the window. Just picked my man up and threw him out the Goddamn window.
Sergeant Tom Hannon: Hey, where the hell are you going, Shaft?
John Shaft: To get laid, where the hell are you going?
Theme: Who's the black private dick / That's a sex machine to all the chicks? / shaft! / Ya damn right.
Theme: Who is the man that would risk his neck / For his brother man? / shaft! / Can you dig it?
Theme: Who's the cat that won't cop out / When there's danger all about? / shaft! / Right On.
Theme: They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother... / shut your mouth! / I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft. / then WE CAN DIG IT.
John Shaft: You are one wise Caucasian, Vic.
Willy: Listen, Snow White. Me and you gonna tangle, sooner or later. Did you hear what I say?
John Shaft: Why don't you stop playing with yourself, Willy? You ain't gonna do shit.
John Shaft: Don't let your mouth get your ass in trouble.
Ellie Moore: I love you.
John Shaft: Yeah, I know. Take it easy.