Justice Quotes in Manborg (2011)

Justice: [Trying to read a label for "Grenades"] Alright buddy, just sound it out: G... R... Backwards 3?

[Justice and Sissy are engaged in a fist-fight]

Sissy: Your shit is really getting tired, Justice.

Justice: Call me 'Boo-Boo-Kitty-Fuck', bitch.

Sissy: Since you let our patsy slip away, you gotta convince the little kid and the fat guy to take his place. They gotta break into Provasik now.

Justice: Uh-uh.

Sissy: Uh-huh. You'll do it, or you're out of the gang, Justice. Just use the little one's crush on you to convince him, since he's SO fucking in love with you.

Justice: Jay? No, he's not.

Sissy: What am I, blind? He wasn't kissing your hand in the back of the van like he was fucking Lord Byron?

Justice: Well, maybe he just has manners.

[cut to Jay outside, hollering at a woman walking past him]

Jay: Yo, baby, you ever had your asshole licked by a fat man in an overcoat?

[he turns to Silent Bob, who stares at him in shock]

Jay: Yeeaah...!

Jay: What's twistin' this bitches tit?

Justice: Maybe it's because girls don't like to be called bitches, Jay.

Jay: They don't? How 'bout "fine piece of ass"?

Justice: How about not.

Jay: Then what the fuck am I supposed to call you?

Justice: Something sweet, ya big goof. Something nice.

Jay: Boo boo kitty fuck?

Justice: That's... a start.

Jay: So, you think I could get a little kiss for good luck?

[Justice kisses him passionately]

Jay: Think I could get a little blow job for good luck?

Justice: No. Go.

Jay: Fuck.

[Silent Bob tries to get a good luck of his own]

Jay: Get off my Kool-Aid motherfucka!

Willenholly: Oh my God. I'm paralyzed! That monkey shot me in the ass and paralyzed me! Oh sweet irony!

Justice: You're not paralyzed. It was just a tranquilizer.

Justice: They didn't really steal the monkey. It was just a diversion so we could steal these.

[showing a bag of stolen diamonds]

Justice: And they're not the leaders of the C.L.I.T. The C.L.I.T is not real.

Whillenholly: No the clit is real. Its the female orgasm that's the myth.

Justice: Hi, I'm Justice.

Jay: And I'm so fucking yours.

[Justice is almost repulsed when Jay makes a quick save]

Jay: Oh, Hi, I'm Jay and this is my hetero-life-mate, Silent Bob.

Justice: It's nice to meet you.

Jay: Justice, that's a nice name...

[aside]

Jay: Jay and Justice sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g...

Justice: If I go to prison will you wait for me?

Jay: Hmm, I don't know. Will you fuck me when you get out?

[Justice kisses him passionately]

Jay: Don't change the subject. Will you fuck me when you get out?

Justice: Snoogans.

[Goes back to kissing Jay]

Justice: Wait for me.

Jay: What, here?

Jay: So what can a smooth pimp daddy like myself do to help the animals?

Justice: Oh... you REALLY don't wanna help us.

Jay: The fuck you talkin' about? Sure, I do. I'd do anything for you.

[Justice smiles at him]

Jay: I mean youse guys, I'd do anything for youse guys, 'cause for the lift and shit.

Justice: Okay. Well, um, let me just talk to the other girls and get back to you.

Jay: Yeah, you do that. I'll be right here waitin'.

[he kisses Justice's hand romantically; she smiles and moves to the front of the van. Jay looks at Silent Bob and smirks, but Bob mockingly imitates Jay's move. Jay slaps his face]

Jay: Fuck you, fatty.

Justice: Alone, all alone. Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.

Justice: I'm a phenomenal woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that's me.

Justice: Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you Beyond this rage of poetry Let others have privacy Of touching words And love of loss of love For me, give me your hand

Justice: They still gonna fuck you up.

Chicago: Get your ass in the truck.

Iesha: Shut up, Chicago.

Lucky: Well, frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck.

Justice: [to Lucky] I'm a black woman! I deserve respect!

Justice: [as Iesha vomits on the side on the road after having drunk too much alcohol] Look at you.

Iesha: [dazed] What's up, J? What's the problem, girl?

Justice: [grabbing wine bottle out of Iesha's hand] *This* is the fucking *problem!*

[smashes bottle on the ground]

Justice: I'm *sick* of this shit! That's all you do. You act like some alcoholic bitch!

Iesha: Why are you calling me a bitch?

Justice: [grabbing Iesha tightly by the neck of her shirt] All you do is get drunk all the time. That's why I never go any place with you, because you're always acting crazy! Just like... like my damn mama.

[tears begin flowing from her eyes]

Justice: Don't be callin me no bitch! If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch, BITCH!

Lucky: What do you write about?

Justice: I write what's in my heart.

Lucky: What's that?

[Lightly strokes Justice's braids]

Justice: Alone Lying, thinking last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run 'round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors to cure Their hearts of stone But nobody, no, nobody Can make it out here alone Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan 'Cause nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone

Justice: In a time of secret wooing Today prepares tomorrow's ruin Left knows not what right is doing My heart is torn asunder In a time of furtive sighs Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes Half-truths told and entire lies My conscience echoes thunder In a time when kingdoms come Joy is brief as summer's fun Happiness Its race has run Then pain stalks in to plunder

Justice: A wise man once said, Look at the ocean and realize that no matter how famous you are or how much money you make know that you'll never be as important as the ocean.

Justice: Tell me why you love me.

Justice: The reason why I love you is because when I was in the county jail, you sent me all those nice poems.

Justice: Love is a juice with many tastes Some bitter, others sweet A wine which has few vineyards

Justice: Is it true the ribs can tell the kick Of a beast from a lover's fist? The bruised bones record it well The sudden shock, the hard impact Then swollen lids Sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance But of hurt Hate is often confused Its limits are in zones beyond itself And sadists will not learn that Love, by nature, extracts a pain Unequalled on the rack