Vera: You've got about as much style as a bowl of turnips.
[a boy runs up to Dixie in the street]

Boy in Street: Vincent's been telling everyone around here that you saved the Dutchman's ass!
Flynn: Blow that bughouse bastard to kingdom come!
Owney: In the next room, gentlemen, is the finest food, drink and pussy in New York at a price.
Owney: Someone oughta take out your brain and pickle it!
Dixie: I'm surprised at you! Don't you feel anything for Mr. Flynn at all? He's dead!
Vera: Mr. Flynn was a bootlegger. That's how they live in this world. Maybe one day you'll wise up, sap!
Vera: If he came in here right now, he'd kill us both.

Dixie: Forget about him.

Vera: Who?
[Frenchy has just broken Owney's watch]

Frenchy: You cheap son of a bitch! You only offered $500 for me?

Owney: What?

Frenchy: If you were kidnapped, I wouldn't offer more than that for you!

Owney: $500?

Frenchy: That's what I heard!

Owney: 50 grand! I paid 50 grand! They only wanted 35 but I gave 50 not to hurt you. $500. I would've given 500,000 for you. I been worried sick about you. Look at what you done to my fuckin' watch.

Frenchy: 50 grand?

Owney: Yeah.

[Frenchy hands Owney a box that Owney opens]

Owney: What's this? A platinum watch. (smiling) You asshole.
Vera: I was born looking 18.

Dixie: I can save you.

Vera: No, you can't.
Vera: I sing, tell a few jokes.

Dixie: Tell me a joke.

Vera: [laughs] Hello, sucker.
Dixie: What do they call you?

Sol Weinstein: Nobody calls me nothin'.

Dixie: Not even your mother?

Sol Weinstein: I didn't have a mother. They found me in a garbage pail.
Frenchy: Anything you need, Dutch?

Dutch Schultz: Yeah, why don't you bring me the moon, Frenchy?
Sandman Williams: Baby, you may be passin' for white, but you ain't invisible.
Bumpy Rhodes: [violently accosting a racist guard] This uppity nigger is buying you a drink!

[flushes his head down the toilet]
Vincent Dwyer: [on the cotton club] You know they don't let niggers in here.

Tish Dwyer: They don't let them in this club.
[last lines]

Flynn: You know Jews are just jigs turned inside out

[livid Dutch snatches up a knife and starts stabbing him]
Cab Calloway: [manhandles Sandman for kissing a dancer] Hands off the merchandise ni**er.
Frenchy Demange: I don't trust anyone who's called by just their nickname

Owney: You get called by your nickname

Frenchy Demange: Because I'm trustworthy
Lila Rose Oliver: I'm not black. I'm not white. I'm a human being. And that's the way I like it.

The Cotton Club Quotes

Extended Reading

The Cotton Club short comments

Adella 2022-03-26 09:01:14

All kinds of meaty gangster flakes. . . The music is still great.
Ora 2022-03-27 09:01:21

A luxurious tap dance event, the plot is a bit too plain. Coppola should have absolutely no ambition to make any masterpieces after the 1970s.