Do the Right Thing Even if It Isnt the Easy Thing to Do Boy Meets World Quote
Radio Raheem: Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cain iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.
Sweet Dick Willie: You wanna boycott someone? You ought to start with the goddamn barber that fucked up your head.
Mookie: Dago, wop, guinea, garlic-breath, pizza-slingin', spaghetti-bendin', Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsingin' motherfucker.
Pino: You gold-teeth-gold-chain-wearin', fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-runnin', high-jumpin', spear-chuckin', 360-degree-basketball-dunkin' titsun spade Moulan Yan. Take your fuckin' pizza-pizza and go the fuck back to Africa.
Stevie: You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics '88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch.
Officer Long: You Goya bean-eating, 15-in-a-car, 30-in-an-apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. Yeah, you!
Sonny: It's cheap, I got a good price for you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing," chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel-and-lox, B'nai B'rith Jew asshole.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yo! Hold up! Time out! TIME OUT! Y'all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that's the double truth, Ruth!
Mister Senor Love Daddy: WE LOVE ROLL CALL, Y'ALL! Boogie Down Productions, Rob Base, Dana Dane, Marley Marl, Olatunji, Chuck D, Ray Charles, EPMD, EU, Alberta Hunter, Run-D.M.C., Stetsasonic, Sugar Bear, John Coltrane, Big Daddy Kane, Salt-n-Pepa, Luther Vandross, McCoy Tyner, Biz Markie, New Edition, Otis Redding, Anita Baker, Thelonious Monk, Marcus Miller, Branford Marsalis, James Brown, Wayne Shorter, Tracy Chapman, Miles Davis, Force MDs, Oliver Nelson, Fred Wesley, Maceo, Janet Jackson, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis, George Clinton, Count Basie, Mtume, Stevie Wonder, Bobby McFerrin, Dexter Gordon, Sam Cooke, Parliament-Funkadelic, Al Jarreau, Teddy Pendergrass, Joe Williams, Wynton Marsalis, Phyllis Hyman, Sade, Sarah Vaughn, Roland Kirk, Keith Sweat, Kool Moe Dee, Prince, Ella Fitzgerald, Dianne Reeves, Aretha Franklin, Bob Marley, Bessie Smith, Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick, Steel Pulse, Little Richard, Mahalia Jackson, Jackie Wilson, Cannonball AND Nat Adderley, Quincy Jones, Marvin Gaye, Charles Mingus AND Marion Williams. We wanna thank you all for makin' our lives just a little brighter here on We Love Radio!
Da Mayor: Doctor, those that'll tell don't know, and those that know won't tell.
Buggin' Out: You almost knocked me down, man. The word is "excuse me."
Clifton: Ah, excuse me, I'm sorry.
Buggin' Out: Not only did ya knock me down, you stepped on my brand-new white Air Jordans I just bought, and that's all you can say is "excuse me"?
Clifton: What, are you serious?
Buggin' Out: Yeah, I'm serious, I'll fuck you up quick two times.
Punchy: Two times.
Buggin' Out: Who told you to step on my sneakers, who told you to walk on my side of the block, who told you to be in my neighborhood?
Clifton: I own this brownstone.
Buggin' Out: Who told you to buy a brownstone on my block, in my neighborhood, on my side of the street? Yo, what you wanna live in a Black neighborhood for, anyway? Man, motherfuck gentrification.
Buggin' Out: Hey, Sal, how come they ain't no brothas on the wall?
Radio Raheem: Put some extra mozzarella on that motherfucker and shit.
Sal: The fuck is wrong with you? This ain't about money. I could give a fuck about money. You see this fucking place? I built this fucking place with my bare fucking hands. Every light socket, every piece of tile - me, with these fucking hands.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: My people, my people, what can I say; say what I can. I saw it but didn't believe it; I didn't believe what I saw. Are we gonna live together? Together are we gonna live?
Buggin' Out: Yo, Sal, we're gonna boycott your fat pasta ass.
Sal: You're gonna boycott me? You haven't got the *balls* to boycott me. Here, here's your boycott, up your ass. You've got a boycott.
[repeated line]
Sal: Extra Cheese is two dollars.
ML: Well, gentlemen, the way I see it, if this hot weather continues, it's going to melt the polar caps and the whole wide world. And all the parts that ain't water already will surely be blooded.
Coconut Sid: You're a simple motherfucker. Now where you read that shit, eh? Polar caps...
ML: Don't worry about it. But when it happens, and I'm in my boat, and your black asses are drowning, don't call for me to throw you no rope, no lifesaver, or no nothing.
Sweet Dick Willie: You fool! You're 30 cents away from having a quarter! Where the fuck you gon' get a boat?
Mookie: Pino, fuck you, fuck your fuckin' pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra.
Pino: Yeah? Well fuck you too, and fuck Michael Jackson.
Mother Sister: Hey, you old drunk, what did I tell you about drinking in front of my stoop? Move on; you're blocking my view. You are ugly enough; don't stare at me. The evil eye doesn't work on me.
Da Mayor: Mother Sister, you've been talkin' about me for 18 years. What have I ever done to you?
Mother Sister: You a drunk fool.
Da Mayor: Besides that? Da Mayor don't bother nobody and nobody no bother da Mayor but you. The Man just tends to his own business. I love everybody. I even love you.
Mother Sister: Hold your tongue, you don't have that much love.
Da Mayor: One day you're gonna be nice to me. We may both be dead and buried, but you're gonna be nice - at least civil.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Today's temperature's gonna rise up over 100 degrees, so there's a Jheri curl alert! That's right, Jheri curl alert. If you have a Jheri curl, stay in the house or you'll end up with a permanent black helmet on your head fuh-eva!
Coconut Sid: I don't know about you, but, it's too hot to fuck.
Sweet Dick Willie: Man, you out your fuckin' mind? It ain't never too hot or never too cold - for fuckin'! Hmm! I had my best piece of woman on a humid day. Shit, over there in the projects - close to your woman.
Mookie: Pino, who's your favorite basketball player?
Pino: Magic Johnson.
Mookie: And who's your favorite movie star?
Pino: Eddie Murphy.
Mookie: And who's your favorite rock star?
[Pino doesn't respond]
Mookie: Prince. You're a Prince freak.
Pino: Boss. Bruce.
Mookie: Prince.
Pino: Bruce!
Mookie: Pino, all you ever talk about is nigger this and nigger that, and all your favorite people are so-called niggers.
Pino: It's different. Magic, Eddie, Prince... are not niggers. I mean, they're not black, I mean - Let me explain myself. They're - They're not really black. I mean, they're black, but they're not really black. They're more than black. It's different.
Mookie: It's different?
Pino: Yeah. To me, it's different.
Smiley: [angrily, after Raheem is killed by police] One of the police was Black.
Tina: Trust you? The last time I trusted you, Mookie, I ended up with a son.
[first lines]
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Waaaake upl Wake up! Wake upl Wake upl Up ya wake! Up ya Wake! Up ya wakel This is Mister Señor Love Daddy. Your voice of choice. The world's only twelve-hour strong man on the air, here on WE-LOVE radio, 108 FM. The last on your dial, but the first in ya hearts, and that''s the truth Ruthl
Sal: Pino, get a broom and sweep out front.
Pino: Vito, get a broom and sweep out front.
Vito: Huh?
Pino: Get a broom and sweep out front.
Vito: What?
Pino: GET A BROOM AND SWEEP OUT FRONT.
Vito: See, Pop, it's just what I was telling ya. Every time you tell Pino what to do, he tells me to do what you told him what to do.
Pino: Daddy, you know, I've been thinking... maybe we should sell this place, get out while we're still ahead... and alive.
Sal: You really think you know what's best for us, Pino?
Pino: Maybe we can... can we sell this and open up a new one in our own neighborhood?
Sal: There's too many pizzerias already there.
Pino: Then maybe we could... we could try something different.
Sal: What am I gonna do? What am I - that's all I know. What am I doing? I been here twenty-five years. Where am I going?
Pino: I'm sick of niggers. It's like I come to work, it's Planet of the Apes. I don't like being around them. They're animals.
Sal: Why you got so much anger in you?
Pino: Why? I'll tell you why. My friends, they laugh at me. They laugh right in my face. They tell me, "Go to Bed-Stuy. Go feed the moulies".
Sal: Do your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table? They pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at you.
Pino: Pop, what can I say? I don't want to be here. They don't want us here. We should stay in our own neighborhood, stay in Bensonhurst, and the niggers should stay in theirs.
Sal: I never had no trouble with these people. I sat in this window. I watched these little kids get old. And I seen the old people get older. Yeah, sure, some of them don't like us, but most of them do. I mean, for Christ's sake, Pino, they grew up on my food. On my food. And I'm very proud of that. Oh, you may think It's funny, but I'm very proud of that. Look, what I'm trying to say, son, is, uh... Sal's Famous Pizzeria is here to stay. I'm sorry. I'm your father, and I love you, I'm sorry but... but that's the way it is.
Cee: Damn, man. It ain't even safe in our own fuckin' neighborhood!
Coconut Sid: Never was. Never will be.
Sweet Dick Willie: We ain't gonna stand for this shit no more, Sal. You hear me? Ain't gonna stand for them fuckin' police, punk!
ML: It's as plain as day. They didn't have to kill the boy.
Pino: I detest this place like a sickness.
Radio Raheem: Two slices.
Sal: NO service till you turn that shit off!
Radio Raheem: Two slices.
Pino: Turn it off!
Sal: Listen, Radio Raheem, I can't even hear myself think! You are disturbing me! You are disturbing my customers.
ML: Look at those Korean motherfuckers across the street. I betcha they haven't been a year off da motherfucking boat before they opened up their own place.
Coconut Sid: It's been about a year.
ML: A motherfucking year off the motherfucking boat and got a good business in our neighborhood occupying a building that had been boarded up for longer than I care to remember and I've been here a long time.
Sweet Dick Willie: It has been a long time.
Coconut Sid: How long?
ML: Too long! Too long. Now for the life of me, I haven't been able to figger this out. Either dem Koreans are geniuses or we Blacks are dumb.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yes, children, this is the cool-out corner. We're slowing it down for all the lovers in the house. I'll be giving you all the help you need. Musically, that is.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Whoa. Y'all take a chill. You got to cool that shit off. And that's the double-truth, Ruth.
Sweet Dick Willie: [Radio Raheem walks past blasting Public Enemy on his boombox] Goddamn! Turn that shit off; play some Bobby Blue Bland.
Sal: What'd I tell you about that noise?
Buggin' Out: What'd I tell you about them pictures?
Sal: What the fuck, are you deaf?
Buggin' Out: No! Are you? Fuck you! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now!
Mookie: We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out!
Sal: Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!
Buggin' Out: Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures!
Sal: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place!
Pino: Radio Raheem!
Radio Raheem: Fuck you!
Sal: And fuck you, too!
Punchy: Kick some ass, Sal! Get in there, Pino!
Radio Raheem: This is music. My music!
Sal: Fuck your music!
Radio Raheem: Well, turn it off, then.
Vito: Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!
Buggin' Out: Fuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame!
Sal: You're gonna fucking close me?
[Sal grabs his bat]
Buggin' Out: You're goddamn right!
Sal: You black cocksucker! I'll fucking tear your fucking nigger ass!
Punchy: Oh, we're niggers now? We niggers now!
Buggin' Out: You fucking white trash! I'll fuck you up!
Mookie: Sal, put the fucking bat down!
Buggin' Out: Come on, man, you fucking guinea trash! Jump over the motherfucking counter!
Sal: You black cocksucker! You nigger motherfucker!
[Sal smashes Radio Raheem's radio several times]
Radio Raheem: Peace, y'all.
Ella: Peace, Radio Raheem.
Cee: Peace, man.
Ahmad: You the man. I'm just visitin'.
Punchy: It's your world...
Cee: For real, in a big muthafuckin' way.
Ahmad: Yo, that boy's livin' very large!
Punchy: He even *walks* in stereo.
Pino: Take your pizza and get the fuck back to Africa.
Buggin' Out: How much?
Sal: You've been comin' in here at least three times a day. What are you - a retard? It's a dollar fifty.
Mookie: Look, people are free to do the hell whatever they wanted to do.
Sal: What free? What the hell are you talkin' about: free? Free? There's no free here. What? I'm the boss. No freedom. I'm the boss.
Mookie: Slavery days are over. My name ain't Kunta Kinte.
Sweet Dick Willie: Oh, Lord have mercy! God damn, I better not see her naked on payday.
Mookie: All Sal wants to do is hide the salami.
Mookie: Tina, take your clothes off.
Tina: Mookie, I already told you its too fookin' hot to make love.
Mookie: It's too fuckin' hot?
Tina: Yeah!
Mookie: Why? Why you always cursin'?
Tina: I don't fookin' curse that much!
Mookie: Tina, you don't have a forehead, you got a eight-head.
Tina: Mookie, you're full of shit.
Mookie: You got one of them Sade foreheads.
Smiley: [stuttering] This is Malcolm X. This is Martin Luther King.
Sal: Hey. The only ass-kicking that's gonna be done around here is gonna be done by me.
Sal: I don't believe this shit.
Mookie: Believe it.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: The color for today is: black. That's right. Black! So you can absorb some of these rays and save that heat for winter. So you want to get on out there, wear that black, and be involved!
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Doing the ying and yang. The hip and the hop. The stupid fresh thing. The flippity flop. OooooOOOOooooo! I have today's forecast for you: HOTssssssss!
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Here I am. Am I here? Y'know it! It ya know. This is Mister Señor Love Daddy, doing the nasty to ya ears, ya ears to the nasty. I'se only play da platters dat matter, da matters dey platter and that's the truth, Ruth.
Mother Sister: I'll be watchin' ya, son. Mother Sister always watches.
Mookie: Fuck that shit. I deliver pizzas. That's what I get paid for.
Pino: You get paid to do what we say.
Mookie: What *we* say? Did you hear Sal? I didn't hear Sal say nothin'.
Da Mayor: No mo' High Life? Well, what kind of joint is this? How come no mo' High Life? Look, Doctor, this ain't Korea or China or wherever you come from. Get some Miller High Life in this fuckin' joint!
Pino: Me and you are gonna have a talk.
Vito: Says who?
Pino: Says who?
Vito: Says who?
Pino: Says me.
Vito: Who are you?
Buggin' Out: Hey, hey, Sal, how come you ain't got no brothers up on the wall here?
Sal: You want brothers up on the wall, get your own place. You can do what you want to do. You can put your brothers and uncles and nieces and nephews, step-fathers, step-mothers, whoever you want. See? But, this is *my* pizzeria. American Italians up on the wall.
Vito: Take it easy, Pop.
Pino: Don't start.
Buggin' Out: Yeah, that might be fine, Sal, but, you own this, rarely do I see any American Italians eatin' in here. All I see is Black folks. So since we spend much money here, we do have some say.
Sal: You lookin' for trouble? You a troublemaker, is that what you are? You makin' trouble?
Buggin' Out: Yeah! I'm a troublemaker. I'm makin' trouble.
Sal: You're a ball breaker. Always comin' in here lookin' for trouble, aren't you. Suppose I busted your head. How would you - Now, Mookie. Mookie, you wanna get your friend outta here.
Buggin' Out: Oh, you wanna kick me out now? You're gonna kick me out, huh?
Sal: Nah, I'm not kickin' you out. You're kickin' yourself out.
Buggin' Out: What? Look, we want some brothers up on the wall. Yo, Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela, you know, Michael Jordan. Tomorrow!
Mookie: I can't do nuthin' with him, Sal.
Pino: You talk some brother talk to him.
Mookie: Brother talk?
Mookie: Did you see that game last night?
Vito: I saw it.
Mookie: Best pitcher in the game: Dwight Gooden.
Vito: I knew you were gonna bring that up.
Mookie: Who's better?
Vito: You know who's better. Roger Clemens is better.
Mookie: Clemons sucks, man! He can carry my jock! Dwight's the best in the game!
Ella: Why you so cruel to Da Mayor? it isn't right.
Mother Sister: I ain't studyin' no Mayor. He reminds me of my least favorite peoples. My tenant and my ex-husband. Goddamn. Bless his soul.
Buggin' Out: Look, boycott Sal's! Right? Yo! Boycott Sal's!
Buggin' Out: You're lucky I'm a righteous black man or else you'd be in serious trouble, man. Serious!
Da Mayor: What do you know 'bout me? You can't even pee straight, ne'ery a one of you. What do you know about anything? Unless you - unless you done stood in the door and listened to your five hungry children crying' for bread and you can't do a damn thing about it. You're woman's standin' there, you can't even look her in the eye. Unless you done done that, you don't know me, my pain, my hurt, my feelings. You don't know shit!
Buggin' Out: Yo, hey, what's up with the white boy?
Mookie: Buggin' Out, don't start no shit, alright? Beatles down! Beatles down, alright? Right?
Buggin' Out: Yeah, right.
Mookie: Beatles down.
Buggin' Out: You're lucky a black man has a loving heart. Next time you see me comin', you better cross the street quick.
Buggin' Out: Jade, you got to be down. But, you ain't down.
Jade: Yeah, Buggin' Out, I'm down. But, I'm down for somethin' positive in the community. Are you down for that?
Buggin' Out: Every single one of them pictures is somebody I-talian.
Jade: And?
Buggin' Out: And we want some black people up.
Jade: Who - did you ask Sal?
Buggin' Out: Yeah, I asked him. We don't want nobody in there. Nobody spendin' good money in Sal's, until we get some black muthafuckin' pictures on the wall.
Jade: What about - what good is that gonna do, huh? You know, if you really tried hard, Buggin' Out, you could direct your energies in a more useful way.
Da Mayor: Thank the Lord, the sun is going down. It is hot as blazes! Yes, Jesus.
Sal: If you're sayin' what I'm thinkin' you're sayin', then you better not say it, because I don't want to hear it.
Puerto Rican Icee Man: Piraguas! Everybody out! The Icee Man is here! Hey! Hey! Looking good! Looking good! Here we are. Look at these beautiful people. The Icee Man is here!
Mookie: I can't be staying long anyhow.
Tina: How long then?
Mookie: Long enough to do the nasty.
Tina: Now, come on, Mookie, that's out! No! Wait a minute, first of all, it is too hot. Alright? You think I'm gonna let you get some, put your clothes, and leave here and never see your black ass for another week, you must be buggin'.
Mookie: I see you tomorrow.
Tina: Yeah, right, and my name is blue-moon the fool.
Mookie: So, no nasty, huh?
Tina: No.
Mookie: Tina, let's do something else then.
Tina: What?
Mookie: Trust me.
Tina: Trust you? Eh, Mookie, the last time I trusted you we ended up with a son. Remember your son?
Sal: You know, Mookie, not for nothin', but, if you were just a little bit taller, I'd kick you right in the ass for what you're thinkin'. As a matter of fact, I should kick your ass on principal alone.
Vito: You don't know everything you think you do. You think you know it; but, you don't know it.
Pino: Read your history! It's historical. He. Them. They're not to be trusted!
Mookie: Thank God for lips. Thank God for the neck. Thank God for kneecaps. Thank God for elbows. Thank God for thighs. Thank God for the right nipple. Thank God for the left nipple.
Tina: Feels good.
Mookie: I like, she likes, she likes.
Da Mayor: Listen, listen, listen. Good people, please! Let's all go home. Someone's gonna get hurt. If we don't stop this and stop it now, we gonna do somethin' we gonna regret for the rest of our lives.
Ahmad: Did you see how they had him in a choke hold, man?
Buggin' Out: I've been tryin' to organize a boycott of Sal's Famous, you know what I'm sayin'?
Radio Raheem: I almost had to bust him in the head today, man. He go and tell me, tell me, Radio Raheem, to turn down my box and shit, man. He didn't even say please. Who the fuck he think he is, Don Corleone or shit?
Buggin' Out: Make much money off us black people and all he got up on the wall is I-talians! Sylvester Stallone. Opie Dope lookin' muthafuckers, you see what I'm sayin', old boy? We shouldn't buy one slice, spend one red penny up in there until some folks of color are up on that wall.
Radio Raheem: That's what I'm talkin' - that's what I'm talkin' about, man!
Buggin' Out: You got my back?
Radio Raheem: Your back is got!
Buggin' Out: My brother.
Radio Raheem: My brother.
Sal: I just killed your fuckin' radio.
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