Lola: Tough luck, boys. Next victim?
Will: Hey, Lola, Lola, baby. Check it out. Looky here. I thought we had an understanding, you know? I mean, where I come from, when a man is nice to you you don't take all his money. I mean, at least not while he's still awake.
Lola: You're breaking my heart. Take a hike.
Will: Lola, Lola, baby, come on. I mean, you got to give me a chance to win my money back. I mean, 'cause if you don't, then I'm not going to be able to get my car. Come on, baby, have a heart. I'm just a poor black man trying to get to a panty raid.
Lola: All right, look, I'll give you a job. You can work off your debts. Like Woodrow here.
Woodrow: Yeah, my Studebaker broke down way back in '78. I've been working here all this time to pay it off. Fifteen more years and you can just eat my dust.
Will: Check it out. Look, Lola I don't want to die here an old white man, okay?