Quotes from Richard Pryor movies and TV shows

Phil Cantone: I'll see you later, Ray.
Sugar Ray: I bet you will... Shit.

Sugar Ray: I'm gonna take this little boy home to his mother.
Young Quick: My mama's dead.
Sugar Ray: Well, your daddy?
Young Quick: My father's dead, too.
Sugar Ray: Did you kill 'em?
Young Quick: No, they just dead.

Sugar Ray: Damn, I'm sure gonna miss that place. You know we can't ever go back there again.
Quick: Man, there's other cities. Find someplace else to start all over again.
Sugar Ray: But there's no place like Harlem.
Bennie Wilson: You ain't lying, Sugar. Let me look at it one last time.

Quick: I haven't had my ass whipped in a while. Probably been like 1911.
Sugar Ray: Yeah, that's when the doctor slapped you on the ass.
Quick: Yes. That's the last ass-whipping I recall. I'm looking for him.

[Woman checks the back pockets of Wally's pants for the coin.]
Wally: I don't know what you're looking for, but it's a little to the right.

Wally: [yelling in Dave's ear.] Shazaam! Can you hear me?
Dave: Wally! I heard you! I heard your voice!
Wally: Hooray! You can hear me!
Dave: What?
Wally: You can hear me!
Dave: No, schmuck, I'm deaf! I'm deaf! Now do you get it?

Wally: I hear prison isn't so bad if you like it up the butt.

Wally: These streets are bumpy.
Dave: You're driving on the sidewalk!

Guy at convention: Doctor, which exercise would you find most beneficial to geriatric sexuality?
Wally: Oh boy. Well, some of my patients prefer walking. Some prefer bicycling. But for best result to guarantee satisfaction, most of them like fucking.

Dave: Tell me the first thing that pops in your head.
Wally: Pussy!

Dave: And then one day, my wife turned into this remarkable creature that could sit on the end of a broom stick and take off. She could actually achieve flight.
Wally: I think I was married to that woman once.
Dave: Small world.

Captain Braddock: Was...there...or...wasn't...there...a...wo-man?
Dave: Yes...there...was...a...wo-man.
Captain Braddock: Why is he talking like that?
Wally: Be-cause...he's...deaf...not...stu-pid.

Dave: Right now, I'm a little overwhelmed by the stink of the seven thousand tons of garbage that you drove me into!
Wally: Is that what it is? I thought you let one go.

Grover Muldoon: How come you whities got such a tight ass, man?

Grover Muldoon: So this is Mr. Big.
George Caldwell: That's the man.
Grover Muldoon: You ain't saying shit now, Mr. Big.
Roger Devereau: I must admit that I'm slightly at a loss for words. But on the other hand, I should warn you that you are a killer and you are wanted by the police in every state and I recommend that you, uh... be careful.

Grover Muldoon: What do they want you for?
George Caldwell: Murder.
Grover Muldoon: Drop me off anywhere along here okay? I don't mess with the Big M.

Harry Monroe: Yea, that's right! That's right! We bad.

Harry Monroe: A hundred and twenty five years... Oh God, Oh God... I'll be a hundred and sixty one when I get out.

Skip Donahue: What are you doing?
Harry Monroe: I'm gettin bad. You better get bad, Jack cause if you ain't bad you're gonna get fucked.

Skip Donahue: This filthy, roach-ridden reality is inspiring... what did that second policeman say to you when he grabbed you by the throat?
Harry Monroe: Man, I don't fucking believe you.
Skip Donahue: "Man, I don't fucking believe you!" Fabulous.
Harry Monroe: You don't get it do you, Skip. You think this is The Count Of Monte Cristo or something. We're in deep trouble. This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.