Life (I) (1999)
Michael Taliferro: Goldmouth
Goldmouth : Maybe I oughta eat *your* cornbread.
Rayford Gibson : Motherfucker, you can't have my cornbread. That's for damn sure. Cause if you try and take my cornbread, Part 2 of my killing spree is gon' begin up in here on your ass, right now. You thinking about my cornbread, better get the taste out your mouth. That's for damn sure.
Claude Banks : Ray, chill out...
Rayford Gibson : No, fuck him. Fuck that, 'cause I'm from New York City, goddammit. Nobody take no cornbread from me. That goes for anyone of you motherfucking farmers who wanna start some shit. You fuck around with me, there's gonna be consequences and repercussions.
Radio : Hey, New York, you ever been to that there Cotton Club?
Rayford Gibson : The Cotton Club in Manhattan? Many times, man, I damn near lived in the Cotton Club. I tell you, the Cotton Club is all right. But it ain't got nothin' on The Boom Boom Room. If you ever go to New York, go to Ray's Boom Boom Room
Willie Long : Hey there, Ray! What's that you talkin' about, the Boom-Boom Room?
Rayford Gibson : That's my spot, Ray's Boom-Boom Room, the most happening space in all of Manhattan.
Cookie : Ha ha, so you got your own nightclub?
Rayford Gibson : Well, right now it's kinda in the development stage, but I'm workin' on it, I'll get it.
Goldmouth : So it don't exist.
Rayford Gibson : It exists in my mind, Goldmouth; that's where it starts. It starts in your brain first. You know, it got to exist up here first. "As a man think it, so then shall he get", you know, some shit like that. You know you read the Bible.
Goldmouth : Hey, girl! You gon' eat yo' cornbread?
Claude Banks : You talkin' to *me*?
Rayford Gibson : Yeah, I think he's talkin' to you.
Rayford Gibson : Uh, no. Not at all; I want you to have it. Uh, Willie, you mind passin' this down to...
Rayford Gibson : Hey, no, don't pass your cornbread to him. That's your cornbread.
Claude Banks : Ray, I'm a grown man, okay, I'm not gonna eat this cornbread, if he wants the cornbread, damn it, have the cornbread!
Rayford Gibson : No no, if he wants some cornbread, let him go up to the front and get his own portion of cornbread, that's your cornbread, fuck him.
Rayford Gibson : Hey, man he gonna eat his cornbread, all right? Fuck you.
Claude Banks : Ray, look, I don't need you to take up for me, I'm all right, I'm a grown man, I can handle this.
Rayford Gibson : If you let have your cornbread, you're gonna be ironin' hisdrawers and clippin' his toenails.