Herc: Fuckin' white boys, I love 'em, I fuckin' love 'em.
Herc: Dumb as a box o' rocks.
Herc: White boys. Talkin' about the brain-deads in my Cane Street case. I call 'em up, I tell 'em I wanna buy some drugs. You know what he says? He says 'okay, I'll sell you the drugs, how much drugs do you you want?' I swear to God Kima, they don't code it, they don't ask for a meet, nuthin'. And then when you make the deal, no runner, no bullshit, it's the guy himself walkin' up to you in the parkin' lot sayin' 'I brought the drugs, did you bring the money?'
Herc: No I'm not kiddin', I have much respect for Black people after workin' with these idiots for two weeks. And seriously, white boys wanna sell drugs in Baltimore, we have to make different laws for it, like even it out for 'em.
Kima: Affirmative Action?
Herc: Leave no white man behind.