50 Best Do the Right Thing Quotes

Buggin': Yo, Mookie.
Mookie: What?
Buggin': Stay Black.

Mookie: Look, people are free to do the hell whatever they wanted to do.
Sal: What free? What the hell are you talkin' about: free? Free? There's no free here. What? I'm the boss. No freedom. I'm the boss.

Sal: What'd I tell you about that noise?
Buggin': What'd I tell you about them pictures?
Sal: What the fuck, are you deaf?
Buggin': No! Are you? Fuck you! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now!
Mookie: We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out!
Sal: Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!
Buggin': Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures!
Sal: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place!
Pino: Radio Raheem!
Radio: Fuck you!
Sal: And fuck you, too!
Punchy: Get in there, Pino!
Radio: This is music. My music!
Sal: Fuck your music!
Radio: Well, turn it off, then.
Vito: Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!
Buggin': Fuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame!
Sal: You're gonna fucking close me?
[Sal grabs his bat]
Buggin': You're goddamn right!
Sal: You black cocksucker! I'll fucking tear your fucking nigger ass!
Punchy: Oh, we're niggers now? We niggers now!
Buggin': You fucking white trash! I'll fuck you up!
Mookie: Sal, put the fucking bat down!
Buggin': Come on, man, you fucking guinea trash!
Radio: Jump over the motherfucking counter!
Sal: You black cocksucker! You nigger motherfucker!
[Sal smashes Radio Raheem's radio several times]

[repeated line]
Sal: Extra Cheese is two dollars.

ML: Well, gentlemen, the way I see it, if this hot weather continues, it's going to melt the polar caps and the whole wide world. And all the parts that ain't water already will surely be blooded.
Coconut: You're a simple motherfucker. Now where you read that shit, eh? Polar caps...
ML: Don't worry about it. But when it happens, and I'm in my boat, and your black asses are drowning, don't call for me to throw you no rope, no lifesaver, or no nothing.
Sweet: You fool! You're 30 cents away from having a quarter! Where the fuck you gon' get a boat?

Radio: Peace, y'all.
Ella: Peace, Radio Raheem.
Cee: Peace, man.
Ahmad: You the man. I'm just visitin'.
Punchy: It's your world...
Cee: For real, in a big muthafuckin' way.
Ahmad: Yo, that boy's livin' very large!
Punchy: He even *walks* in stereo.

Pino: Take your pizza and get the fuck back to Africa.

Mister: Your Love Daddy says: Register to Vote! The election is coming up.

Sal: Pino, get a broom and sweep out front.
Pino: Vito, get a broom and sweep out front.
Vito: Huh?
Pino: Get a broom and sweep out front.
Vito: What?
Pino: GET A BROOM AND SWEEP OUT FRONT.
Vito: See, Pop, it's just what I was telling ya. Every time you tell Pino what to do, he tells me to do what you told him what to do.

Sweet: [Radio Raheem walks past blasting Public Enemy on his boombox] Goddamn! Turn that shit off; play some Bobby Blue Bland.

Mother: Hey, you old drunk, what did I tell you about drinking in front of my stoop? Move on; you're blocking my view. You are ugly enough; don't stare at me. The evil eye doesn't work on me.
Da: Mother Sister, you've been talkin' about me for 18 years. What have I ever done to you?
Mother: You a drunk fool.
Da: Besides that? Da Mayor don't bother nobody and nobody no bother da Mayor but you. The Man just tends to his own business. I love everybody. I even love you.
Mother: Hold your tongue, you don't have that much love.
Da: One day you're gonna be nice to me. We may both be dead and buried, but you're gonna be nice - at least civil.

Sweet: Oh, Lord have mercy! God damn, I better not see her naked on payday.

Mother: Good morning.
Da: Is it a good morning?
Mother: Yes, indeed. You almost got yourself killed last night.
Da: I've done that before. Where did you sleep?
Mother: I didn't.
Da: Hope the block is still standing.
Mother: We're still standing.

Mookie: All Sal wants to do is hide the salami.

Mookie: Dago, wop, guinea, garlic-breath, pizza-slingin', spaghetti-bendin', Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsingin' motherfucker.
Pino: You gold-teeth-gold-chain-wearin', fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-runnin', high-jumpin', spear-chuckin', 360-degree-basketball-dunkin' titsun spade Moulan Yan. Take your fuckin' pizza-pizza and go the fuck back to Africa.
Stevie: You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics '88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch.
Officer: You Goya bean-eating, 15-in-a-car, 30-in-an-apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. Yeah, you!
Sonny: It's cheap, I got a good price for you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing," chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel-and-lox, B'nai B'rith Jew asshole.
Mister: Yo! Hold up! Time out! TIME OUT! Y'all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that's the double truth, Ruth!

[first lines]
Mister: Waaaake upl Wake up! Wake upl Wake upl Up ya wake! Up ya Wake! Up ya wakel This is Mister Señor Love Daddy. Your voice of choice. The world's only twelve-hour strong man on the air, here on WE-LOVE radio, 108 FM. The last on your dial, but the first in ya hearts, and that''s the truth Ruthl

Mookie: Slavery days are over. My name ain't Kunta Kinte.

Buggin': How much?
Sal: You've been comin' in here at least three times a day. What are you - a retard? It's a dollar fifty.

Radio: Two slices.
Sal: NO service till you turn that shit off!
Radio: Two slices.
Pino: Turn it off!
Sal: Listen, Radio Raheem, I can't even hear myself think! You are disturbing me! You are disturbing my customers.

Cee: Damn, man. It ain't even safe in our own fuckin' neighborhood!
Coconut: Never was. Never will be.
Sweet: We ain't gonna stand for this shit no more, Sal. You hear me? Ain't gonna stand for them fuckin' police, punk!
ML: It's as plain as day. They didn't have to kill the boy.

Smiley: [angrily, after Raheem is killed by police] One of the police was Black.

Buggin': Yo, Sal, we're gonna boycott your fat pasta ass.
Sal: You're gonna boycott me? You haven't got the *balls* to boycott me. Here, here's your boycott, up your ass. You've got a boycott.

Buggin': Hey, Sal, how come they ain't no brothas on the wall?

Coconut: I don't know about you, but, it's too hot to fuck.
Sweet: Man, you out your fuckin' mind? It ain't never too hot or never too cold - for fuckin'! Hmm! I had my best piece of woman on a humid day. Shit, over there in the projects - close to your woman.

Sal: The fuck is wrong with you? This ain't about money. I could give a fuck about money. You see this fucking place? I built this fucking place with my bare fucking hands. Every light socket, every piece of tile - me, with these fucking hands.

Pino: I detest this place like a sickness.

Mookie: Tina, take your clothes off.
Tina: Mookie, I already told you its too fookin' hot to make love.
Mookie: It's too fuckin' hot?
Tina: Yeah!
Mookie: Why? Why you always cursin'?
Tina: I don't fookin' curse that much!

Mookie: Pino, who's your favorite basketball player?
Pino: Magic Johnson.
Mookie: And who's your favorite movie star?
Pino: Eddie Murphy.
Mookie: And who's your favorite rock star?
[Pino doesn't respond]
Mookie: Prince. You're a Prince freak.
Pino: Boss. Bruce.
Mookie: Prince.
Pino: Bruce!
Mookie: Pino, all you ever talk about is nigger this and nigger that, and all your favorite people are so-called niggers.
Pino: It's different. Magic, Eddie, Prince... are not niggers. I mean, they're not black, I mean - Let me explain myself. They're - They're not really black. I mean, they're black, but they're not really black. They're more than black. It's different.
Mookie: It's different?
Pino: Yeah. To me, it's different.

Mister: Whoa. Y'all take a chill. You got to cool that shit off. And that's the double-truth, Ruth.

Buggin': Why don't you go back to Massachusetts?
Clifton: I was born in Brooklyn!

Mister: My people, my people, what can I say; say what I can. I saw it but didn't believe it; I didn't believe what I saw. Are we gonna live together? Together are we gonna live?

Buggin': You almost knocked me down, man. The word is "excuse me."
Clifton: Ah, excuse me, I'm sorry.
Buggin': Not only did ya knock me down, you stepped on my brand-new white Air Jordans I just bought, and that's all you can say is "excuse me"?
Clifton: What, are you serious?
Buggin': Yeah, I'm serious, I'll fuck you up quick two times.
Punchy: Two times.
Buggin': Who told you to step on my sneakers, who told you to walk on my side of the block, who told you to be in my neighborhood?
Clifton: I own this brownstone.
Buggin': Who told you to buy a brownstone on my block, in my neighborhood, on my side of the street? Yo, what you wanna live in a Black neighborhood for, anyway? Man, motherfuck gentrification.

Radio: Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cain iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.

Radio: Put some extra mozzarella on that motherfucker and shit.

Da: Doctor, those that'll tell don't know, and those that know won't tell.

Mookie: Pino, fuck you, fuck your fuckin' pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra.
Pino: Yeah? Well fuck you too, and fuck Michael Jackson.

Mister: Today's temperature's gonna rise up over 100 degrees, so there's a Jheri curl alert! That's right, Jheri curl alert. If you have a Jheri curl, stay in the house or you'll end up with a permanent black helmet on your head fuh-eva!

Mister: WE LOVE ROLL CALL, Y'ALL! Boogie Down Productions, Rob Base, Dana Dane, Marley Marl, Olatunji, Chuck D, Ray Charles, EPMD, EU, Alberta Hunter, Run-D.M.C., Stetsasonic, Sugar Bear, John Coltrane, Big Daddy Kane, Salt-n-Pepa, Luther Vandross, McCoy Tyner, Biz Markie, New Edition, Otis Redding, Anita Baker, Thelonious Monk, Marcus Miller, Branford Marsalis, James Brown, Wayne Shorter, Tracy Chapman, Miles Davis, Force MDs, Oliver Nelson, Fred Wesley, Maceo, Janet Jackson, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis, George Clinton, Count Basie, Mtume, Stevie Wonder, Bobby McFerrin, Dexter Gordon, Sam Cooke, Parliament-Funkadelic, Al Jarreau, Teddy Pendergrass, Joe Williams, Wynton Marsalis, Phyllis Hyman, Sade, Sarah Vaughn, Roland Kirk, Keith Sweat, Kool Moe Dee, Prince, Ella Fitzgerald, Dianne Reeves, Aretha Franklin, Bob Marley, Bessie Smith, Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick, Steel Pulse, Little Richard, Mahalia Jackson, Jackie Wilson, Cannonball AND Nat Adderley, Quincy Jones, Marvin Gaye, Charles Mingus AND Marion Williams. We wanna thank you all for makin' our lives just a little brighter here on We Love Radio!

Buggin': You the man.
Mookie: No, you the man.
Buggin': You the man.
Mookie: No, you the man.
Buggin': No, I'm just a struggling Black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

Pino: Daddy, you know, I've been thinking... maybe we should sell this place, get out while we're still ahead... and alive.
Sal: You really think you know what's best for us, Pino?
Pino: Maybe we can... can we sell this and open up a new one in our own neighborhood?
Sal: There's too many pizzerias already there.
Pino: Then maybe we could... we could try something different.
Sal: What am I gonna do? What am I - that's all I know. What am I doing? I been here twenty-five years. Where am I going?
Pino: I'm sick of niggers. It's like I come to work, it's Planet of the Apes. I don't like being around them. They're animals.
Sal: Why you got so much anger in you?
Pino: Why? I'll tell you why. My friends, they laugh at me. They laugh right in my face. They tell me, "Go to Bed-Stuy. Go feed the moulies".
Sal: Do your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table? They pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at you.
Pino: Pop, what can I say? I don't want to be here. They don't want us here. We should stay in our own neighborhood, stay in Bensonhurst, and the niggers should stay in theirs.
Sal: I never had no trouble with these people. I sat in this window. I watched these little kids get old. And I seen the old people get older. Yeah, sure, some of them don't like us, but most of them do. I mean, for Christ's sake, Pino, they grew up on my food. On my food. And I'm very proud of that. Oh, you may think It's funny, but I'm very proud of that. Look, what I'm trying to say, son, is, uh... Sal's Famous Pizzeria is here to stay. I'm sorry. I'm your father, and I love you, I'm sorry but... but that's the way it is.

Tina: Trust you? The last time I trusted you, Mookie, I ended up with a son.

Sweet: You wanna boycott someone? You ought to start with the goddamn barber that fucked up your head.

Radio: Give me 20 D Energizers.
Sonny: 20 C Energizers?
Radio: Not C, D.
Sonny: C Energizers?
Radio: D, motherfucker, D. Learn to speak English first, all right?
Kim: How many you say?
Radio: 20, motherfucker, 20.
Sonny: Motherfuck you.
Radio: Motherfuck you? You, you all right, man.

Mister: Yes, children, this is the cool-out corner. We're slowing it down for all the lovers in the house. I'll be giving you all the help you need. Musically, that is.

Pino: Read your history! It's historical. He. Them. They're not to be trusted!

ML: Look at those Korean motherfuckers across the street. I betcha they haven't been a year off da motherfucking boat before they opened up their own place.
Coconut: It's been about a year.
ML: A motherfucking year off the motherfucking boat and got a good business in our neighborhood occupying a building that had been boarded up for longer than I care to remember and I've been here a long time.
Sweet: It has been a long time.
Coconut: How long?
ML: Too long! Too long. Now for the life of me, I haven't been able to figger this out. Either dem Koreans are geniuses or we Blacks are dumb.

Mookie: Tina, you don't have a forehead, you got a eight-head.
Tina: Mookie, you're full of shit.
Mookie: You got one of them Sade foreheads.

Sal: I just killed your fuckin' radio.

Da: Doctor...
Mookie: C'mon, what. What?
Da: Always do the right thing.
Mookie: That's it?
Da: That's it.
Mookie: I got it, I'm gone.

Da: Listen, listen, listen. Good people, please! Let's all go home. Someone's gonna get hurt. If we don't stop this and stop it now, we gonna do somethin' we gonna regret for the rest of our lives.