You’re talking to the wrong white man, my friend. My people were the white man’s n***er when yours were still painting their faces and chasing zebras.[to Massive Genius]
If only his mother had taken that advice.[Ralph Cifaretto: Tell that midget not to be shy with the whip.]
I guess what struck me most was… she didn’t mince words. Between brain and mouth there was no interlocutor.[about Livia]
Did you hear the one about the Jewish terrorist? He was gonna hijack a plane, but he didn’t wanna use his miles.
One could write a song about a horse. But in order for it to be a hit with your target audience, he’d have to have a mounted cop on him and ripped up the ass with a MAC-10, no?[to Massive Genius]
