Carol Locatell: Priscilla
[Priscilla threatens Coffy with a knife, and Coffy reacts by shattering a wine bottle and threatening her with the jagged edge]
Coffy : So, you wanna play with knives, huh? Well you picked the wrong player!
Priscilla : No, no please look I didn't mean nothin'! Please!
Coffy : Now I'm gonna give you another slice to match the one you got from that dope-pushin' pimp, unless you tell me where he keeps the stuff!
Priscilla : No, please! He'll kill me! Ow... ALRIGHT, alright! He's got a fireplace! It's in a box under the ashes!
[Priscilla's tough-looking black lesbian lover/pimp returns suddenly]
Priscilla : Harriet! Harriet!
Harriet : What the hell is going on here?
Priscilla : She busted in here tryin' to make me! Get her outta here!
Harriet : Come on, bitch!
[fight ensues between Coffy and Harriet, and Coffy escapes]
Harriet : Lousy bitch! (turns to Priscilla) I go away for half an hour for you to turn a trick... and I come back and find you ballin' some niggah bitch! You WHITE TRAMP!
Priscilla : Now, listen. My old man's coming back any minute, and if SHE catches you here, she's gonna wanna kick your ass!
Priscilla : I was his top call girl and his personal old lady.
Coffy : Until he cut your face. Then, you weren't so popular any more. Then, he put you back on the street. Now, ain't that right?
Priscilla : Yeah. That's because I got mad and I called him a nigger. Now, I know I shouldn't have done that.
Priscilla : All George's girls know Arturo. Balling Arturo is like paying your taxes to the government.
Priscilla : He's kinda freaky. Not too bad. He likes a girl he thinks is foreign, exotic, you know. I mean, you tell him that you are the Queen of Giant Cluck-Clucks from Inner Siberia and he starts dripping in his pants. And the only way he's gonna get it off is to have you crawl around the floor, talk bad to you, spit on you. Things like that.