Lady Esmeralda Gripenasty: [beating the life out of Riley] Fuck yo' ass up like you stole somethin'! Who you think you fuckin' with, huh? HUH!

Uncle Ruckus: [Sees a black car pull up at the service station and comes out to greet three African-American senior citizens] Oh, hell naw! What y'all want, niggas? Hurry up! I ain't got all day!
Lord Rufus Crabmiser: We're lookin' for a place called Woodcrest. Is this it?
Uncle Ruckus: Maybe. Look, you want gas or not?
Lord Rufus Crabmiser: We're lookin' for a man.
Uncle Ruckus: Oh, yeah I bet you are. You're lookin' for the number man or the weed man or the Welfare man...
Lord Rufus Crabmiser: Naw, the man I'm lookin' for is named Freeman. Robert Freeman.
Uncle Ruckus: Oh, hell no! I knew it! You related to Robert Freeman?
Lord Rufus Crabmiser: [All three look at each other] So, you know him?
Uncle Ruckus: Yeah, I know him. But Woodcrest don't need no more coloreds. We got our colored quota filled. So y'all can just get to steppin' and get in that piece 'o shit car, turn it around and head it back up the road, Crusty the Coon!
Lord Rufus Crabmiser: Why don't you just tell me where Robert is - [Slams brass knuckles against the palm of his hand] - before I put five across yo' lip, ya big black dummy?
Lady Esmeralda Gripenasty: Yeah! Start talkin' you one-eyed, fish-eyed fool!
George Pissedofferson: Hey, we ain't got all night, buffalo butt!
Uncle Ruckus: I ain't scared of y'all decrepit Negroes! COME ONE! [Crabmiser advances towards and takes a swing] Aah! [Camera pans away to sounds of fists punching]

Lady Esmeralda Gripenasty: [Pissedofferson and Gripenasty have the boys down for the count but the school bell rings the school to end and a group of children come of the building to play] Damn bell done rang! Come on, let's go! [Both athletically jump away and disappear]

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