I'm Rick James, bitch!
Come here, darkness.
Brother darknesses! Look everyone darkness is spreading.
I'm one of the baddest motherfuckers of all time, one of the best singers and one of the best looking motherfuckers you've ever seen. Hold my drink, bitch.
Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest, but I got the medicine. Come bitches, have sex with Charlie Murphy
I wish I had more hands, so I could give those titties four thumbs down!
That was weeks ago mothafucka!
What did the five fingers say to the face? SLAP! That's cold blooded...
Wide nose havin' motherfuckas!
They shoulda never gave you niggas money!
Fuck yo couch, nigga! FUCK YO COUCH!!!
This is a celebration! Welcome, to the China Club! A-Chung A-Chung Chang A-Ching A-Ching Chung.
AHH! Charlie Murphy! .:punches him in the face
So here comes Prince and his crew. And these cats...they're wearing the same clothes they had on at the club.
So he took us inside and made us pancakes.[Pause]Pancakes.
My name's Tyree, and yeah; I went to prison.
So I walked into the club ya know, and I saw Rick James. He was actin' mad niggerish and that's right up my alley.
I mean, you know where you got that shirt from. And it damn sure wasn't the men's department.
Put on some lotion!
Yeah, so I want to have sex with you.
I'm standing there I'm thinking, "This nigga really has lost his fucking mind." First of all, you don't slap a man. Ok. I mean, even when slapping was fashionable, ya know, they did it in Paris, some guy would come up, "I challenge you to a duel." They would have a gunfight after that, somebody had to go!


Rick James: Now, Darkness, the tables are turned.
Rick James: Do with him whatever you like.
Charlie Murphy: Motherfuckers take one more step, I'm kicking this nigga out the motherfucking window.
Rick James: Cubbie, freeze!
Charlie Murphy: You know you was wrong for what you did to me earlier. Look what you did to my face! [soft piano music playing... ]
Rick James: I'm sorry, Charlie Murphy, it was an accident. I was having too much fun. I offer you a truce. The stickiest of the icky. You want to smoke with the old boy Rick James?
Charlie Murphy: Yo, man, my forehead is bumpin', man.
Rick James: Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest. But I got the medicine.
Rick James: Bitch... Come over here and have sex with Charlie Murphy.
Rick James: I'm Rick James, bitch. [Rick claps twice]

Rick James: Charlie Murphy! Darkness, Come 'ere. What did the five fingers say to the face?
Charlie Murphy: What?
Rick James: [He slaps Charlie] SLAP!