Top 30 Quotes From 8 Mile

Stephanie: Rabbit, If you gonna live here, you have to get along wit Greg.
Jimmy: He started it.
Stephanie: You can't fuck this up for me baby, you just can't.
Jimmy: Whatever.

Alex: So, I hear you're a real dope rapper.
Jimmy: A "dope rapper?"

Cheddar: Yo B, they're calling your name.

Alex: Are you asking me out on a date Jimmy Smith Jr?
B. Rabbit: Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.
Alex: Why don't you take me somewhere now?

Greg: Only ex-cons and welfare moms work at that plant, man.

Jimmy: If something needs to happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.

Jimmy: Yo I need to get some privacy here guys.
Cheddar: Can I come?

[Freestyling]
B. Rabbit: This guy don't wanna win no battle, he's shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as HALFWAY CROOKS.

Future: Yeah. I heard that bullshit. Look man, Wink is scandalous, dawg.

Janeane: You know everyone's caling you a loser from the other night?
B. Rabbit: Who said that?
Janeane: [mocking Jimmy] Oh everybody's talking about it. How you froze up and got booed off stage!
B. Rabbit: Fuck you Janeane! Go home!

B. Rabbit: At least I got a fuckin' job.

Jimmy: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.
Future: Look, Jimmy...
Jimmy: Look, Jimmy, nothing! Fuck you! I told you not to fucking sign me up!
Future: So what the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?
Jimmy: Yo you ain't the future of shit, bitch! You're just David fuckin' Porter.
Sol: Hey, come on, fellas.
[long pause]
Future: You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't!
[Future walks away]
Future: I really fuckin' don't!

Jimmy: Hey don't be talkin' about my mom or my fuckin' car. I hear everything.
Sol: So he a ninja now?

B. Rabbit: As a matter of fact dawg, here's a pencil, go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful; and don't come back 'til somethin' dope hits you. Fuck it, you can take the mic home wit' you.

Sol: [Rabbit is taking Alex and Wink to a photo shoot. Iz and Sol are in the backseat] So when are we going to get to see these little photos of yours in a magazine?
DJ: This ain't Playboy fool, in fashion it's called editorial.
Sol: God damn Fredrick Douglass, could you shut the fuck up!
B. Rabbit: [Intervening] It's for a book man, so she can get a job.

Jimmy: This guy keeps screamin'! He's paranoid. Quick! Someone get his ass another steroid!

Manny: [after Jimmy and Janeane's fight] What was all that about, Smith?
Jimmy: I'm sorry Manny, it wasn't my... It won't happen again.
Manny: Good. Don't be bringing that shit around here. Now get back to work.

Female: [Rapping] Man, I'm so sick and tired of fucking with this steel. They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill. My body achin', just to get a buck. I'm sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck. Nasty ass food, I'm in a nasty ass mood. I should've called in sick. Shit, I had something to do.
Male: [Rapping] I can't believe I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin', from Vanessa, up in here at the New Detroit stampin. You need to get your food and take your ass back to work. Your dreamin' if you think them corny ass raps will work. Look at ya'll out here, freezin' like dumb fucks, rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck. Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up? I spit venom in every direction, soak some up. Look at this fatass nigga. Sloppy sucker. You an ugly motherfucker. Your pop should've wore a rubber. Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa. Next time leave that bullshit home on the dresser. Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake! When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase. Made out of lace from Victoria's secret. If ten men came in a cup, you'd probably drink it.
B. Rabbit: [Rapping] Okay folks, enough with the gay jokes. Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo? This guys' a doo doo. You've worked here longer then me, and I get paid more then you do. Dawg, take a seat. What's this guy standing in line for? He ain't got money to eat! Check this out. Yo yo, this guy cashed his whole paycheck, and bought one ho ho. Fucking homo. Little maggot. You can't hack it. Paul's gay, you're a faggot. At least he admits it. Don't even risk it. This guys' starvin' to death. Someone get him a biscuit! I don't know what they told you, Mike. You must had them cornrows rolled too tight. This job, you wanna quit, but you can't. You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant. Look at your goddamn boots. For Christ's sakes, they're starting to grow roots! On this mic you get faded. You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it. Hey, why you fucking with the gay guy, G? When really you're the one who's got the HIV. Man, I'm done with this clown. It's off. Fuck it, I'll let home girl finish you off.

DJ: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggas with the kind of benefits they need.
Sol: Dawg, we sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits. We're talking Bentley's and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
Future: Look to tell you all niggas the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.
DJ: No, what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.
Future: Savings Bonds?
Sol: [to DJ] Let me ask you a question, Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides, not no goddamn savings bonds.
Jimmy: Man, that's all we ever do is talk shit!
Jimmy: [imitating Sol] "We need to get fine bitches and fat rides".
Jimmy: [imitating DJ] "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds".
Jimmy: [imitating Future] "No, what we need to do is put our songs on JLB".
Jimmy: Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.

Jimmy: Hey, Lily, hey baby what are you still doing up?
[picking her up]
Lily: You woke me up, you know?
Jimmy: Oh, I'm sorry baby. Let's go back to bed.
Lily: Can you sing for me?
Jimmy: Yeah, of course I will.
[singing, he carries her in her room]
Jimmy: I know this girl, her name is Lily. And it's passed her bed t-i-m-e. She goes to sleep and she can just dream, and not have to be in a stinky trailer wit me. And when I feel blue, i know what to do, I look at you and I just say.

B. Rabbit: Mom, you gotta stop living your life like this!

Jimmy: [rapping] This guy raps like his parents jerked him. He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version.

B. Rabbit: You wanna know my motto?: Fuck Lotto! I'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow.

Future: I had a lotta names, baby - The most jealous names. I used to be called Maximum, Brimstone, Godfather D - None of 'em worked, you-know-what-Ima-sayin'? 'Til one day someone said I was the future of hip-hop in Detroit. And that was it.

B. Rabbit: I'm gonna turn around with a great smile, and walk my white ass back across 8 Mile.

B. Rabbit: [whispering to Sol after winning a battle] Yo, that 'Leave it to Beaver' line almost killed me.

DJ: Man, do you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit? I mean, how are you supposed to take pride in your neighborhood with shit like that next door? And does the city tear them down? No, they too busy building casinos and taking money from the people.
Future: [Talking to Iz while rolling another joint] Shut yo preaching ass up! Don't nobody care about that shit.
DJ: Did you care when that crackhead raped that little girl? You think that woulda' happened if he didn't have an abandoned house to take her to?
Cheddar: They caught him didn't they?
Future: Yeah, they caught him. Dumb motherfucker went back to the house. How stupid could a nigga be?
[Sol laughs]

Alex: Why did you take off?
B. Rabbit: I don't really live here.
Alex: So? Why did you take off?

Alex: [after having sex] You were so good outside.
B. Rabbit: In line at a lunch truck?

Jimmy: Fuck a beat, I'll go A Capella. Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me. I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. And fuck this battle, I don't want to win, I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.