Vic-Well, I thought you might know something I wanna know. Seems thers been a lot of low quiet rumbles goin' on uptown. Our people have been able to pick up the sounds of it, but no words. Shaft-That's cause us black folk talk mush mouth liutenent.

Tom-Hey where the hell you going Shaft? Shaft-To get laid, where the hell are you going?

Liebowitz-All your friends walk around with weapons like that in their pockets? Shaft-That depends, my negro friends don't walk around with rabbits' feet no more.

Shaft-Warms my black heart to see you so concerned about us minority folks. Vic-Oh come on Shaft, what is it with this black shit, huh? (Vic holds a black pen up to Shaft's face) You ain't so black! Shaft-(Holds a white coffee cup next to Vic's face)And you ain't so white baby!

Shaft-And you want me, huh. The spade detective? Vic-Yeah, I want you 'cause you're the black spade detective, and I want you 'cause you got your other foot in Whitey's craw, now she could be anywhere.

Vic-Well John, what'd you get? Shaft-I got laid.

Ellie-You got problems baby? Shaft-Yeah I got a couple of em, I was born black and I was born poor.

Willy-Listen snow white, me and you are gonna tangle sooner or later. Did you hear what I say? Shaft-Why don't you stop playing with yourself Willy? You ain't gonna do shit!

Shaft-Hey baby, please close the door, huh? Linda-Hey, close it yourself shitty.

Shaft-You gonna take me in? Vic-I will if I find you, are you home? Shaft-Hell no. Vic-That's too bad, call me when your home. Shaft-I will. Vic-Close it yourself, Shitty!

Shaft-Vic your case just busted wide open. Vic-So close it for me. Shaft-Cut the crap man, this is Shaft. Looks like your gonna have to close it yourself, Shitty!