Reggie:
You don't have a forehead... you have a five-head.
Reggie:
I got chased by a motherfuckin' Mexican and a big white bitch today. Looking like a project power ranger, chasing me all over this place.
Gina:
What are you talking about, Reggie?
Reggie:
There was some kind of diamond heist near the beach today, right? Bucum, chasing me. I'm running. I accidentally hid in the back of the damn crooks' van.
Gina:
A diamond heist, Reggie?
Reggie:
Then they tried to kill me.
Gina:
So, what happened after that? How did you escape?
Reggie:
How did I escape? You know how I escaped. I fought my way up out of there.
[
wildly hitting at the air]
Reggie:
I hit about five dudes, knocked about three bitches down. You know I don't play, Gina.
Gina:
Baby, you can't fight.
Reggie:
Who can't fight? I was knockin'. I hit this one dude. He ran up on me. I was like, "Mmm!"
[
wildly hitting at the air]
Reggie:
He hit me in the head twice. And I did... Look. And I grabbed. And then he hit me one more time. You can't tell me. See, I'm nervous and paranoid, man.
Ursula:
Do you know what he'll do when he finds out we fucked up a $20 million deal?
Reggie:
[
hidden in the back of a van, whispers] $20 million?
Julian Ramose:
No, I have no idea what he's going to do, darling. I'm not the one who's fucking him!
Bucum:
Shoot out the back tire!
Reggie:
Who do you think I am, Mel Gibson?
Bucum:
There's a whole lotta money out there. All I gotta do is put my name on it.
Bucum:
Now I believe you about the missing wallet, but the lotto, Uh-uh.
Bucum:
This is it, man. You're going to fucking jail.
Bucum:
Reggie, I love you. But I gotta take you in!
Reggie:
Come on, man!
Bucum:
Punk-ass Mini-Me.
Mr. Sheldon:
Reggie, how many times do I have to tell you to open the potato chips after you pay for them?
[
imitating Mr. Sheldon]
Reggie:
Well, you're gonna' have to tell me that all the time, 'cause I like potato chips.
[
making fun of a thug's hair]
Reggie:
You'll never find, DUM DUM DUM, a hairline like mine!
Reggie:
Yo' hairline goes way back. I bet if you was in the Army you have to salute like this, YES SIR!
[
salutes all the way to the back of his head]
Mr. Sheldon:
$7.50.
Reggie:
[
mocking] Seven fitty. Yo, it's fifty, not "seven fitty."
Bucum:
Bling, bling, motherfucker!
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