No journey is too great when one finds what he seeks.
Coming to America, by Prince AkeemSo you see, my son, there is a very fine line between love and nausea.
Coming to America, by Jaffe JofferI want a woman so black when you make love you need a flashlight.
Coming to America - 2It is also tradition that times must and always do change, my friend.
Coming to America, by Prince AkeemI want a woman that will arouse my intellect as well as my loins.
Coming to America, by Prince AkeemTime does fly fast, my son. It seems only yesterday I ordered your first diaper changed. Now you're a man about to be married. She will give you much pleasure, don't you think?
Coming to America, by Jaffe JofferIs it just me, or does every woman in Queens have some kind of an emotional problem?
Coming to America, by Prince AkeemAre my Princely robes not on fleek?
Coming to America - 2Prince Akeem: "But when I marry, I want the woman to love me for who I am, not because of what I am."
Jaffe Joffer: "And who are you?"
Prince Akeem: "I am a man who has never tied his own shoes before."
Jaffe Joffer: "Wrong. You are a Prince who has never tied his shoes. Believe me. I tied my own shoes once. It is an overrated experience."
Please refrain from using any further obscenities in the presence of these people!
Coming to America, by Prince AkeemIf lovin' the lord is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Coming to America, by Revenant BrownPrince Akeem: "Oh sir, the Giants of New York took on the Packers of Green Bay. And in the end, the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big 'H'. It was a most ripping victory."
Cleo McDowell: "Son, I'm only going to tell you this one time."
Prince Akeem: "Yes?"
Cleo McDowell: "If you want to keep working here, stay off the drugs."
Prince Akeem: "So, you would share your bed, and your fortune, with a beautiful fool?"
Semmi: "That is the way it has always been with men of power. It is tradition."
Prince Akeem: "Good morning, my neighbors!"
Neighbor: "Hey, f you!"
Prince Akeem: "Yes, yes! F you too!"
I don't know whether to shake your hand, or kiss it, or bow, or what. I feel like breakdancing.
Coming to America, by CleoGirl, you look so good, someone ought to put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.
Coming to America, by Revenant Brown