- Jesus: You know shit about jail, Frank?
- Family Man: No, not - not personally.
- Jesus: You know what you got at night to help you sleep?
- Family Man: No.
- Jesus: Tell him, Petey.
- Petey: Your hand.
- Jesus: [to Petey] Nice going, man. Great performance. Three and a half minutes, man.
- Marie: Jesus, want to try?
- Jesus: You got there so fast she never left the starting gate, man?
- Marie: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.
- Jesus: Watch and learn, young man. You have to admire the professionalism, man. The flexibility, man. It's all about finessing. Nice and easy, man, does it, man. We have the whole night ahead of us, right, Marie? Oh! Yeah! Woo! Woo! Yeah! Ah! Woo! Yeah!
- Jesus: Your own muscle car, man. How's that for a smooth ride, huh? Feel that torque, man! Fucking poetry, man! Ah!
- Paul Dominique: Why don't you tell your story to the man, OK? You never fuck with another man's car, or his hair.
- Jesus: Got to be honest, man, there's nothing more dope than a fine black woman. Blondes have more fun? Bullshit. I lost my virginity to a Cocola in the synagogue. It was my Uncle Pedro's house.
- Security Officer Barley: You looking for trouble?
- Jesus: No, no, no. Just a pair of jeans, some undies, panties.
- Marie: Maybe I wasn't made right. How are the other girls? What do they do?
- Petey: They're alive! You know, they - they - they enjoy themselves.
- Jesus: They moan and they thank you with their eyes.
- Petey: Their eyes - their eyes roll back in their heads. You could see the whites.
- Marie: Maybe you could - teach me. Want to try?
- Jesus: Yeah, man. Be my guest, man.
- Marie: Don't feel like you have to say anything. Silence doesn't bother me. I'm a loner. And I plan to stay that way. No kids, no man. I don't cheat on anyone. I sleep with everybody. That way, no one is jealous. But not in my place. I fuck on the outside. And I remember, not like the bitches who pretend not to. You remember all those faces, drooling, groping, filthy words they whisper in your ear. Why always the left ear? Strange. All those kind of things. 374 guys I had, you know, inside me. Oh, don't give me that look. It don't even add up to one a week.
- Jean: I can only thank you in the bed. You can turn the lights out if you want. I'm not saying that you have to turn them out. But if you want to, it doesn't really matter. It's been such a long time. I don't know if I remember how. You might have to each me. I mean, you know how they do it nowadays, you know? Everything. We can do everything. All right?
- Marie: Listen to my feminine instincts. Sometimes I have vision. I'm never wrong. We're not going to jail! So shut up - and make love to me.