Sergeant Tom Hannon:
Hey, where the hell are you going, Shaft?
John Shaft:
To get laid, where the hell are you going?
Vic Androzzi:
Have a chair, John.
Shaft:
I don't like your chair.
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.
Shaft:
I got to feeling like a machine, and that's no way to feel.
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:
Watch your mouth, man.
Ben Buford:
I'll say any damn thing I want.
John Shaft:
When you lead your revolution, whitey better be standing still because you don't run worth a damn no more.
Vic Androzzi:
What'cha got?
John Shaft:
I got laid.
John Shaft:
You are one wise Caucasian, Vic.
John Shaft:
Don't let your mouth get your ass in trouble.
Vic Androzzi:
Call me when you get home.
Shaft:
I will.
Vic Androzzi:
[
leaves, motions as if to close the door, and then... ] Close it yourself, shitty.
[
cackles]
John Shaft:
Warms my black heart to see you so concerned about us minority folks.
Vic Androzzi:
Oh come on Shaft, what is it with this black shit, huh?
[
Vic holds a black pen up to Shaft's face]
Vic Androzzi:
You ain't so black.
John Shaft:
[
Holds a white coffee cup next to Vic's face] And you ain't so white either baby.
Shaft:
Up yours, baby.
Bumpy Jonas:
Wrong number.
John Shaft:
Cut the crap, man, this is Shaft.
Bumpy Jonas:
[
answering his phone] Wrong Number.
John Shaft:
Don't bull me, man. I got the right number. This is Shaft.
Bumpy Jonas:
How'd the hell you get this number?
John Shaft:
Off a bathroom wall in the god damn subway!
John Shaft:
I thought the money didn't matter to you. Just getting your baby back.
Bumpy Jonas:
Money ALWAYS matters...
Shaft:
Sorry, I can't make it.
Ellie Moore:
You got problems, baby?
Shaft:
Heh. Yeah, I got a couple of 'em. I was born black... and I was born poor.
Mafia contact:
I'm lookin' for a nigger named John Shaft.
John Shaft:
Just found him... wop.
Bumpy Jonas:
[
answering his phone] Wrong Number.
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:
I get 50 bucks an hour... plus expenses.
Ellie Moore:
I love you.
John Shaft:
Yeah, I know. Take it easy.
Willy:
Got to see if you're clean before you can see the Man.
John Shaft:
[
laugh] Better get yourself six more helpers then, Willy.
Willy:
That's how it's done.
John Shaft:
Who searches you?
Willy:
Nobody.
John Shaft:
Then get the same cat to search us.
John Shaft:
You're a cagey spook, Bumpy.
Bumpy Jonas:
You ride a tall horse, Mr Shaft.
[
first lines]
John Shaft:
[
holding up his middle finger to a cab driver who is honking his horn at him] Up yours! Get out the way!
John Shaft:
Hey, baby. Please close the door, huh?
Woman from Bar:
Hey, close it yourself, shitty.
[
last lines]
John Shaft:
[
on telephone] Vic, your case just busted wide open.
Vic Androzzi:
So close it for me.
John Shaft:
Cut the crap man, this is Shaft. Looks like you gonna have to close it yo'self, *shitty*!
[
cackles maniacally]
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