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Two mismatched security guards are thrown together to bust a smuggling operation.
[Earl is trying to reach for the keys in his car and Hank is walking up to him] Hank: Need some help? Earl: Are you asking me if I need some help or am I stealing this car? Hank: Are you stealing this car? Earl: Does it look like I'm stealing this damn car? Hank: A little bit. Earl: Why, 'cause I'm black? If you saw a white guy doing this you'd give him a reward. Hank: Let me see your license. Earl: I ain't showin' you a damn thing! This is my car and I didn't do anything wrong. You owe me an apology. Hank: You're in dangerous grounds here, bub, I'd be careful what comes out of your mouth next! Earl: Oh, you want to hear what comes out of my mouth next? You're... a... fucking... pig!
Earl: Your partner got killed. You lost your job. You went to jail. Your girlfriend walked. You got a job as a security guard at a hundred and eighty-two dollars a week. You know what you are, Hank? You're a black man.
Hank: This is a beer keg. It doesn't make any sense. Earl: It makes sense when you put together the pieces. Hank: What pieces? Earl: It's obvious. The CIA, they're smuggling alcohol into the inner city in an effort to further subjugate the black man.
Hank Rafferty: [a tall lady is holding Earl up with one hand] Okay, put him down. [she looks questioningly at him] Hank Rafferty: In a minute or, two. Don't hurry.
Hank: Do you actually believe the crap that comes out of your mouth? Earl: I'm not really sure until I'm finished talkin'.
[Hank is mad at Earl] Hank: You got something in your teeth. Earl: Where, here or here? [Hank punches Earl]
Nash: I thought I shot you. You must be one tough monkey. Earl: [laughs] You and the monkey jokes, huh? Didn't your momma teach you any manners while you were humpin' her?
[recurring line] Earl: What the problem is?
Hank Rafferty: I had a partner! I would have taken a bullet for him! You I'm having a hard time not shooting!
Hank: I know baby. But I promise you. My life is already pretty much figured out.
Hank: Get out of the damn car! Woman in car: [Slapping Hank] Didn't your mama teach you any manners? The least you could do is ask me nice!
Earl: [after firing two shots an an old lady's car, making it skid to a halt] Ma'am, you may now, reprocure, your vehicle. [the car instantly explodes]
Earl: This isn't the first time I was arrested for DWB. Detective Frank McDuff: DWB? Earl: Driving While Black.
Hank: Do you know how to hot wire a car? Earl: what, you think because i'm black I can hot wire a car Hank: Well can you? Earl: Yeah! but not because I'm Black