James Russell Quotes in Money Talks (1997)

[Franklin Hatchett is wearing James Russell's favorite suit]

James Russell: You fuck up the suit, we've got a problem.

Franklin Hatchett: Fuck the suit, we've already got a problem!

James Russell: Don't say anything about my fiance's weight. She's sensitive.

Franklin Hatchett: Man you must have one of them fat assed, Taco Bell, McDonalds eatin' big booty-assed girls.

James Russell: Quite an operation you've got, tell me what is going on here?

Franklin Hatchett: I'm a business man, Man, what the fuck you think is going on...?

James Russell: Cut! Cut. You can't use that kind of language on TV.

Franklin Hatchett: What language? What you talkin' 'bout?

James Russell: Fuck.

Franklin Hatchett: Fuck what?

James Russell: You cannot say Fuck on television!

Franklin Hatchett: Man, fuck that man, you're the one who came down here so don't tell me how to talk. Hurry this up I got shit to do.

James Russell: I want some answers!

Franklin Hatchett: Hey man, me and Guy just down here, checkin' out some fly rides, and mackin' some hos and chillin'.

James Russell: Imagine that. It's like a G-Dog on a fly tip. Flossin' wit da posse. Cuttin' in da crib. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?

Franklin Hatchett: Man, I don't wanna have to beat yo ass, but I will *beat* *yo* *ass*!

James Russell: If you try anything fucked up or funny, I swear to God I will kill you myself.

Franklin Hatchett: Just like you did back on the dock, huh? (Mocking laugh) I will beat your ass.

James Russell: You ain't beatin' shit, homes.

Franklin Hatchett: Whatever man, look I'll hook up the hair, but I ain't touching the earring 'cause I'm still a player!

James Russell: Fine! I gotta make a phone call.

[Mutters]

James Russell: And I don't think there's any hot water left.

Franklin Hatchett: What? WHAT? Punk-ass white boy. This tub better be clean.

James Russell: Good evening. James Russell, Channel 12 news, I'm doing a report on local night clubs in the area, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Doorman: Aw, you're the invstigative reporter.

James Russell: Why yes I am.

Doorman: Get the fuck out of here!

Barclay: Who gives a rat's ass about some two bit hustler?

James Russell: The people getting ripped off by this two bit hustler give a rat's ass.

James Russell: Please do something about that hair of yours.

Franklin Hatchett: My 'do is tight.

James Russell: Well every cop in the city is looking for that tight 'do.

James Russell: I need this for sweeps week!

Franklin Hatchett: Sweeps week? Man fuck sweeps week, my life's on the line and you're talking about a damn broom!

Franklin Hatchett: Hey, man... Me and Guy just down here checkin' out some fly rides, mackin' some hoes, and chillin'...

James Russell: Imagine that... It's like a G-Dogg on a fly tip flossin' with the posse, cuttin' in the crib... WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?

Franklin Hatchett: James had a lot of women. Actually, he had all the women.

James Russell: All the women, all the guys, I fucked 'em all!

James Russell: Hey hey, Barclay, it's James. How you doing? Listen to me, I've got Franklin Hatchett.

Barclay: Russell, don't play games with me. Words like that give me a stiffy and at my age I can not afford to waste them.

James Russell: Cut! Fucking cut!