Friday Foster (1975)
Ford Malotte: [to Friday] Take my advice stay out of it. Get laid have a baby or something.
Friday Foster: I see that I'm going to be getting into something I did not expect.
Sen. David Lee Hart: What did you expect?
Friday Foster: You know what I expected? I expected you to be a rat; but, you're different.
Sen. David Lee Hart: Baby, you forget I'm straight off the block.
Friday Foster: I know, that's what cancelled my theory. You treat a person like a person - and a woman like a woman.
Sen. David Lee Hart: I try to treat a lady - like a lady.
Madame Rena: Why don't you ask Ford Malotte?
Lt. Jake Wayne: Who's Ford Malotte?
Madame Rena: Some son of a bitch who's been trying to ruin me for years! He's been stealing my designs and selling them for ready-wear!
Lt. Jake Wayne: Is he a designer, too?
Madame Rena: That's what he calls himself, but this plastic faggot couldn't design a handkerchief, let alone a dress! The only thing he can do is steal from me! UGH!
Lt. Jake Wayne: You think, uh, he killed this girl?
Madame Rena: Let me put it this way: this ill excuse of a human being has had this girl, on regular basis, coming and going between here and DC. He might have thought she knew too much.
Friday Foster: Get involved with who? Blake Tarr? *The* Blake Tarr. The billionaire! The brother they call the black Howard Hughes?
Monk Riley: Friday, I want you to take your little camera - and shoot your little pictures and get the hell out. And don't get involved! Understand?
Monk Riley: Don't wander, Friday. Just take your cute little behind out there and get those pictures and, god damn it, don't get involved.
Friday Foster: There was nothing else I could do!
Monk Riley: Yeah, and my old man invented the cotton gin.
Lt. Jake Wayne: The gal's got more balls than brains. Is she nuts or what?
Colt Hawkins: She's just all woman, Lieutenant.
Lt. Jake Wayne: Damn, I need a beer.
Madame Rena: We're all familiar with the joy of sex. Particularly since that doctor has determined that sex is on the male mind every other minute - and on the female mind every other second. Well, I've put it all together in one group which I call "The Four Seasons of S-E-X".
Madame Rena: The best has yet to come. I would like now to present my most fantastic creature. A superior being. A vision of Africanic beauty. A black goddess come to earth.
Fancy Dexter: Hey, young blood, where is your sista?
Cleve: She'll be right down in a minute. What chu got this time?
Fancy Dexter: Chanel No. 5.
Cleve: Damn, man, why can't you you get something from Tiffany's or Gucci?
Fancy Dexter: Gucci? Nigga, man, I don't mess with them I-talians.
Friday Foster: Fanc, I hate to tell you this, but, some of us do work, once in awhile.
Fancy Dexter: Why?
Friday Foster: Well, welfare is just not my style.
Fancy Dexter: Well, I got your style, sweet thing, so you are wasting your pretty face and all of your - real talents.
Friday Foster: Fancy, there is nothing you have that I want - and I don't hustle for no body.
Fancy Dexter: Hustle? Them white boys would be tearin' down the doors to get next to you! And we could have our thing too.
Friday Foster: Ah, nigga, please. You have lost your mind!
Fancy Dexter: My bitches - my ladies, don't think that their nigga has lost his mind. With them bad rags, tough pad, I'm in some heavy blow and a boss ride! Shit!
Friday Foster: Oh, lord. Are you sure this is going to work?
[looks down and pushes up her bra]
Colt Hawkins: Well, it ain't the size of the ship, it's the motion of the ocean.
Friday Foster: Well, watch this ocean!
Sen. David Lee Hart: Reverend Franklin not only has a way with prayer, but, beautiful women as well.
Noble Franklin: I can set up a special appointment for you up in Jericho.
Friday Foster: Jericho? What is that?
Noble Franklin: That's my estate. My meditative retreat up the river. And we could spend some time for, eh, purposes.
[pulls Friday closer, rubs and pats her hips]
Friday Foster: Well, you know, then again, Reverend, I don't - I'm not so sure.
Sen. David Lee Hart: Will you believe me? Trust me?
Friday Foster: Then you can start trusting me. You can tell me what the hell is going on.
Sen. David Lee Hart: Okay. Find yourself a certain Mr. Blake Tarr and it will all come as clear as Monday's wash.
Cleve: Hey, Blackhawk, you got any money?
Colt Hawkins: I've got barrels of it. Why?
Cleve: I got some dynamite perfume, outta sight watches, ladies lingerie, and a whole lot of other stuff for sale.
Colt Hawkins: So now you're hustling, huh?
Cleve: Nope! Strictly black capitalism.
Madame Rena: I can't talk on the phone; but, I think you better get your little derrière down her to my office now. Friday, I said, now!
Colt Hawkins: You know something, Friday, I don't think we should go through with this. I don't like it. I don't feel right about it.
Friday Foster: You know what? You're right. You put on the dress and you go on in there.
Sen. David Lee Hart: After one divorce and 12 years in Washington, one gets to know his people. More brandy?
Clorils Boston: More brandy and I might lose all my inhibitions, maybe worse. Look what happened to Cloris.
Sen. David Lee Hart: Cloris was only a pal, just a friend. So, we made it a few times; but, our relationship was only physical.
Friday Foster: You must be the Reverend Noble Franklin.
Noble Franklin: Why, yes. My, my, you are an attractive young lady!
Friday Foster: Why, thank you Reverend Franklin.
Noble Franklin: Oh, just call me Nobel, sister. You see, I'm not one to stand on ceremonies.
Friday Foster: Why would he plan his own assassination?
Sen. David Lee Hart: It's all part of a big power play - to make you believe it's something it isn't.
Friday Foster: And what's your power play? Are you something you're not too?
[Sen. Hart moves in for a long kiss]
Friday Foster: Now, what will all the gossips say?
Sen. David Lee Hart: Oh, they will probably say that he made love to one of the most beautiful women DC has ever seen.
Friday Foster: You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?
Sen. David Lee Hart: Are you?
Blake Tarr: Coming from the ghetto all the way to the top was quite a trip. But, I'm curious about you. There are things I'd like to know.
Friday Foster: Like what?
Blake Tarr: Like who is Friday Foster? Where's she going?
Friday Foster: Who am I? Well, that's a funny question. Well, first, I'm a woman. Second, I'm a photographer, and, a big sister to a little brother who's really a 40-year-old man. And, I like cats and dogs and horses and men; but, not necessarily in that order. I make my own decisions. And I'm a Gemini.
Blake Tarr: Is that it?
Friday Foster: Well, that's enough.
Friday Foster: What are you doing here?
Sen. David Lee Hart: What would I be doing here?
Noble Franklin: He's our leader. The whole Unity concept is his.
Friday Foster: But, but the walls...
Sen. David Lee Hart: The walls of prejudice, of discrimination, of misunderstanding and hate. Every important black leader in the country is here today. We are acting together - as one - for the first time!
Friday Foster: Why would I?
Blake Tarr: Because I've asked you.
Friday Foster: You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you? Are all black billionaires like that?
Blake Tarr: Probably. It goes with the job.
Colt Hawkins: I don't get it? Does it mean anything to you?
Friday Foster: "The walls come tumbling down?"
Colt Hawkins: Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho.
Friday Foster: [singing] Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
Friday Foster: That's it! Jericho! Don't you know what Jericho is?
Colt Hawkins: Sweetheart, I'm a Sunday school dropout. I don't know what you're...
Friday Foster: That's Reverend Nobel Franklin's place. He invited me there. A dirty old man.
Colt Hawkins: So what?
Friday Foster: So, the name of the place is: Jericho! That makes sense.
Colt Hawkins: It does, huh?
Friday Foster: That's were the black widow starts.
Colt Hawkins: What are you talking about?
Friday Foster: Jericho! Jericho.
Colt Hawkins: Would you mind telling me why we're here?
Friday Foster: We are going to see the Senator. I want to ask him a few questions and I want some no jive answers.
Colt Hawkins: To what?
Friday Foster: To where are all the black leaders? I have been calling them all over the place and no one seems to know where they are.
Colt Hawkins: How would the Senator know?
Friday Foster: Now, would a pimp lose track of his stable?
Colt Hawkins: [after he hits Charles Foley] What you need is an education. Two and two are four.
Colt Hawkins: Four and four are eight.
Colt Hawkins: See spot run!
Friday Foster: Something you forgot - that us folks *can* stick together when it is necessary.
Friday Foster: Does this make any sense to you?
Sen. David Lee Hart: Suppose you want to destroy Black Power? What other way than to get all of our leaders together in one place and wipe them out?
Friday Foster: But, I saw blacks with the whites! I saw them!
Sen. David Lee Hart: Hell, some niggers will do anything for a dollar.