Do the Right Thing (1989)

Spike Lee: Mookie

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• Da Mayor : Doctor...

  Mookie : C'mon, what. What?

  Da Mayor : Always do the right thing.

  Mookie : That's it?

  Da Mayor : That's it.

  Mookie : I got it, I'm gone.

• 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!

• Buggin' Out : Yo, Mookie.

  Mookie : What?

  Buggin' Out : Stay Black.

• Mookie : Pino, fuck you, fuck your fuckin' pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra.

  Pino : Yeah? Well fuck you too, and fuck Michael Jackson.

• 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.

• Buggin' Out : You the man.

  Mookie : No, you the man.

  Buggin' Out : You the man.

  Mookie : No, you the man.

  Buggin' Out : No, I'm just a struggling Black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

• 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!

  Ahmad : 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!

  Ahmad : 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!

  Radio Raheem : Jump over the motherfucking counter!

  Sal : You black cocksucker! You nigger motherfucker!

  [Sal smashes Radio Raheem's radio several times] 

• 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.

• 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.

• 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!

• Sal : I don't believe this shit.

  Mookie : Believe it.

• 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'.

• 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!

• 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.

• 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?

• 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.