Black Dynamite: Lemme speak to the man in charge.
Militant 2: Sarcastically, I'm in charge.
Chocolate Giddy-Up: I'm spendin' more bail money than I'm gettin' tail money.
Black Dynamite: Your knowledge of scientific biological transmogrification is only outmatched by your zest for kung-fu treachery!
Bullhorn: You know he came around here about a week ago, with some cats that I had never seen before. Man I mean these cats looked mean! Meaner than two fat motherfuckers wrestling over pork chops greens, can you dig it?
Black Dynamite: Scram. Scram! I said split! Shake the scene you turkeys! Get out of my house! I'll see you all tomorrow.
Black Dynamite: I'd like to take the credit, but dig, mama, there's no "i" in "revolutio...", in "team."
Patricia Nixon: Take your filthy black hands off the presidential dinnerware, you moon-cricket!
Sholanda: My momma said my daddy's name was Black Dynamite.
Brickwilla: So did my momma!
Black Dynamite: Err, uhh, hush up little girls. A lot of cats have that name.
Afroditey: I get off in fifteen minutes.
Black Dynamite: You right about that, sugar. You right about that.
Black Dynamite: Who the hell is interrupting my kung fu?
Black Dynamite: Fiendish Doctor Wu, you done fucked up now!
Black Dynamite: First Lady, I'm sorry I pimp slapped you into that china cabinet.
Bullhorn: Go get Chicago Wind before he disappears. I'll take care of this gorilla eatin' goon here!
Creamed Corn: Stick with me, baby, I'll have you fartin' through silk.
Black Dynamite: Bullhorn, no! At long last, our friendship bonded by the struggle against The Man has been brought to an end by kung-fu treachery!
Aunt Billy: Your mother would turn over in her grave if she were here to see this.
Black Dynamite: Tiny. Get Pimpin Jake out of my trunk. Tell him the rest of my money by Wednesday or I'll make him stick himself.
Black Dynamite: Hey lil' mama, it may be bigger than you, and it may be bigger than me, but it ain't bigger than you AND me, can you dig it?