- Taxi Driver: Nine pounds twenty, please.
- Moony: You what, mate? I got passed by five black cabs today.
- Taxi Driver: Well it ain't my fault.
- Moony: Just cause I'm black. Ain't it ironic, though? Black cabs don't take black man.
- Taxi Driver: So what's your point?
- Moony: My point is that it becomes a vicious circle.
- Taxi Driver: What does that mean?
- Moony: It means...
- [runs away]
- Uncle Curtis: [to Trev, holding a box cutter] I want you to carve a "c" from the corner of him eye to the corner of him mouth.
- Trife: [to Alisa] I've seen some shit today... that made me think about life. And you're the best thing in mine.
- Shop Assistant: [Very feminine voice] Congratulations! My wife is pregnant too.
- Becky: Wife? I thought you were a batty-man.
- Shop Assistant: Excuse me?
- Becky: Aren't you gay?
- Shop Assistant: No.
- Becky: There's nothing wrong with it.
- Shop Assistant: I know. I'm just saying...
- Becky: Alright, calm down, yankee.
- Shop Assistant: I'm CANADIAN.
- Becky: Same thing!