The Blackening (2023) Best Movie Quotes

Lisa: You got a gun?
Nnamdi: Bruh, I knew you had a gun.
King: Wow, that’s profiling.

Dewayne: Are there any White people who want to kill us?
Lisa: I mean, potentially all of them.

Allison: I mean, a white guy said he wanted to kill me yesterday.
Nnamdi: What? Who?
Allison: I don’t know. He was just some stranger on Twitter. He was mad at me because I said that the O’Reilly Auto Parts theme song was more culturally relevant than the Star-Spangled Banner.
Dewayne: I mean, you’re not wrong.

Lisa: [reading from the card] “In your predicament, the Black character is always the first to die. I will spare your lives if you sacrifice the person you deem the Blackest to me.”

Dewayne: It don’t even make sense, “the Blackest”. That is so subjective.

Nnamdi: Alright, look, nobody should judge anybody in here, bruh.
Shanika: I know you ain’t over here trying to argue about who should be the Blackest here, Nnamdi.
Nnamdi: What, why?
Allison: Because you are a literal African, Nnamdi. You are like still in its original packaging Black. I’m sorry, boo, but on paper, you the Blackest.

Nnamdi: [referring to Allison] But if anybody is the Blackest here, it’s African diaspora, Angela Rye head a** over here.

Allison: Okay. So, that’s what we doing? Because every single time one of y’all make a joke, it’s always, “Oh, Allison, you White this. Allison, you White that.” But now, when it is the most convenient for you, you want to use my Blackness?
Nnamdi: Absolutely.
Allison: Absolutely not, n****. Because guess what? If we playing this game, my daddy is White with “wha”, so it’s surely not me.

King: I’m a ex-gangsta, alright? I changed my life. And I’m married to a White woman, so.
Lisa: That does not help.
King: You right. I’m going to shut up.

Dewayne: I’m going to need so much therapy if we get through this.

Dewayne: Black people don’t do therapy.
Lisa: Well, actually, Black people are slowly but surely adopting healthier mental health lifestyles.

Dewayne: Y’all can’t pick me! I’m gay.
Shanika: N****, you always using that s**t.
Dewayne: No. No. And just like my homophobic family member says, “Gayness is just whiteness wrapped up in a bunch of d**ks,” and today, I agree.
Shanika: “Bunch of d**ks”?

Clifton: Guys, I can prove I’m not the Blackest.
Shanika: Prove it!
Clifton: I’ve never seen Friday.
Nnamdi: What the f***?
Clifton: I thought Black Twitter was a type of seasoning. I like Jimmy Fallon without The Roots.
Nnamdi: That’s wrong.

Clifton: Beyonce’s Super Bowl performance made me unsafe.
Dewayne: Same.
Clifton: I voted for Trump.
Nnamdi: What?
Clifton: Twice.

Dewayne: We have a minute left. Somebody trying to kill us, and arguing is only going to make it easier. We need a plan. Our ancestors did not die for us to abandon each other, our morals, and our Blackness at the moment’s notice in the face of adversity.
Lisa: Boy, I know you did not just go into some complete, dramatic-a** monologue when you knew we only had one minute left.

Clifton: [after the others pick him] You know, I really thought we connected. You know, if you guys had any more sense, you’d know that this is what the game wanted us to do. To turn on each other. To act like animals. You gave it what it wanted.

Clifton: Do you like Hunger Games? I love the books. But you probably don’t even read.

Dewayne: Oh, my God. This game is impossible to win.

Blackening Game: The rules are simple. Survive.

Nnamdi: We can cut across the woods, and make it to the other side of the road. If we all make it, then we’ll all be safe.
Dewayne: What movies have you seen? Because that’s f***ing stupid.

Lisa: Hey, find some weapons.
Dewayne: Look for something sharp.
Shanika: Here. Use these.
Allison: Thanks. Wait. Chili powder? Girl, what I’m finna do, cook?
Shanika: Sorry, girl. We ran out of knives.

Dewayne: Really? A candlestick? Do you think you in Clue?
Lisa: Don’t start with me. I could f*** somebody up with this. What are you going to do? Tenderize his a**?
Dewayne: At least it’s metal, Colonel Mustard. That looks plastic.
Lisa: At least this just has a little weight to it. It has some girth.

Nnamdi: No, you supposed to be dead, bruh.
King: This ain’t that movie.

King: I got shot once.
Lisa: Twice!
King: In the same spot. One hole. It hurt like hell, but I can run. My legs work.

Nnamdi: [after Allison suggest they split up] Oh, see, Allison. I knew you was going to say that s**t, but I figured that was just your White side talking.
Allison: This is not my White half talking, Nnamdi. This is me talking as a whole-a** Black person, who just so happens to be biracial. My “Blackness” should not be in question just because I am simply suggesting that separating might actually help us stay alive.
Dewayne: Allison, yes, you do have a point. But do you really think your Black side did them air quotes? That feels exclusively Caucasian.

Dewayne: I didn’t know that a psycho killer in blackface was going to be the person that was here when I asked who all was going to be here?
Lisa: This feels like the end of Set it Off.

Dewayne: When did we become the kind of people that walk into dark-a** basements?

King: This ain’t the time to be sitting down. I need you to be strong. You got Rosa Parks on your shirt, right? Would she be sitting down right now?
Allison: I mean, that’s exactly what she did.

Dewayne: F***ing of course, he’d go after the darkest people first.

Shanika: They probably assume we can’t swim anyway.
King: They be assuming right, because I can’t.
Shanika: Wow! Way to be a f***ing stereotype.
King: You know what? You go ahead and hop your little privileged a** in that dark,
mysterious water, I’m going to climb up this tree.

King: [referring to climbing the tree] I ran from cops. I dodged bullets. I jumped gates. This is easy.

Dewayne: Ranger White? Is that you?
Ranger White: In the flesh.
Dewayne: Oh, s**t. Is this good or bad?

Lisa: Wait. How do we know we can trust him?
Ranger White: I’m one of the good ones.
Dewayne: Oh, that does not help. They all say that.
Lisa: That actually makes you seem more suspicious.

Ranger White: You can trust me. Seriously. If I got an invite to the cookout, I’d be honored, but I wouldn’t go.
Lisa: Any why the f*** not?
Ranger White: Because I know my presence in that all-Black space would be a disturbance and undo it being an all-Black space.
Lisa: That’s a pretty good answer.

Dewayne: Look, I’ve never been so happy to see a White savior. Somebody is trying to kill us. Please help us. Please!
Ranger White: Woh. Slow down.
Lisa: A masked killer is after us, and two of our friends are dead.
Ranger White: What do you mean dead?
Nnamdi: Dead. Dead, meet your maker dead, dead.

Ranger White: Where are the rest of your friends?
Lisa: We split up.
Ranger White: Split up? But you’re all Black.
Dewayne: Woh! Do not get comfortable.
Lisa: I know you didn’t.
Nnamdi: Bold move, bro.
Ranger White: Sorry.

Dewayne: Why White people always got to go where they shouldn’t go?

Shanika: See, this why I don’t come to the woods because of crazy White m**herf***ers like this. And they always got some dirty-a** shoes on.

Dewayne: You shady m**herf***ers left me to die! And I just saved y’all a**es. But f*** me, though, right?
Nnamdi: You told us to leave you.
Dewayne: N****, you know I didn’t mean that s**t.

Nnamdi: How long do y’all think we should wait in here?
Dewayne: I don’t know. Probably till morning?
Nnamdi: The f***er a vampire or something? Why the f*** is morning more better?
Dewayne: I don’t know. Because it’s bright out and less scary.
Nnamdi: That makes sense.

Lisa: I’m sorry we left you, but it’s not every day I’m faced with f***ing life or death decisions.
Dewayne: It’s good to know when it comes to me, the decision is death.

Lisa: If you have something to say, say it. No time like the present.
Nnamdi: I disagree. There is a better time than the present, and it is not right now.

Dewayne: [to Lisa, referring to Nnamdi] I feel like I wasted my f***ing time. Because look at you now, you got your man, your house, and I’m pushed to the curb, again. You have never treated me like a best friend. You’ve treated me like a gay side chick. You leaving me and picking him proves exactly that.

Lisa: Why the f*** Black women got to save everyone all the Goddamn time?!

King: So, somebody paid these evil racist twins to kill us all. Is that it?
Dewayne: And this is all we worth? It’s like one thousand dollars. This is offensive.

King: Y’all are acting real White right now.

Clifton: [after it’s revealed Clifton is the mastermind behind the killings] You know, I was just so excited to be around people that looked like me. And I’ll be the first to admit, I was never the best dancer, Dewayne. Or the funniest, Shanika. Or the best cheater, Nnamdi. Relax. Or whatever you do, Lisa.
Lisa: I’m an attorney.
Clifton: Congrats.

Clifton: I honestly thought that those redneck twins would have gotten the job done. But they didn’t. I guess cheap labor is cheap for a reason.

Clifton: How about once and for all we find out which one of you is the Blackest? I’m going to call this round, Black Sophie’s Choice. And remember, you brought this on yourselves. You know, for a moment, I actually thought maybe you changed. Maybe. Until you sent me out to die. And why? Because I wasn’t Black enough?

Lisa: I’ll play your game.
Clifton: Yes! Finally, we have a competitor. Now, go ahead. Choose. Which one’s the Blackest?
Lisa: I choose myself.

Nnamdi: Yo, this is trippy. I didn’t think this mind talking worked for the guys.

Shanika: Dewayne, I don’t want to shoot you. Say something gay.
Dewayne: B**ch, that is offensive. How f***ing dare you?
Shanika: Got it!
Clifton: You’re gay?

Lisa: We did it. We survived.
Nnamdi: So, what do we do now?
Dewayne: Call the cops?
[they all laugh]

Lisa: [mid-credits lines] So, why did we decide to do this?
Dewayne: Oh, because firemen won’t shoot you. You see? It’s called beating the system.

Shanika: [mid-credits lines] I know I’m high as f***, but, n****, did you change your clothes?
Dewayne: Yes, I did! The news might come. We might be on TV.