scenes containing all lines spoken by Omar from his first appearance in Medium Rare to his final appearance in Junkyard Dawgs.
🚧WORK IN PROGRESS🚧 - missing dialogue from Cuts Like a Knife and Famous Last Words. And everything from seasons 5 and 6 lol
transcripts pulled from here and here.
[FB: Crime scene.]
White: Hey, girl!
(He shoots a woman on the street, but leaves a child alive.)
Hill (VO): Prisoner number 01W711, Omar White.
[The box.]
Hill: Convicted January 4, 2001, murder in the first degree. Sentence: 75 years. Up for parole in 20.
[Processing]
White: That's what I'm talking about, check it out. Look at the poontang here.
Murphy: This is receiving and discharge, where prisoners come in, where prisoners go out, unless they're in a body bag.
Logan: Okay, so which one is Omar White?
Murphy: White, Omar. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. C'mere. I'm Officer Murphy. This camera crew has been authorized to follow you on your first day. You got a problem with that?
White: Oh, like uh, like I'm gonna be on TV? I ain't go no problem with that. What, you and me, baby?
Murphy: Easy, Omar.
Logan: Mr. White, you will be serving 75 years for murder. Is that correct?
White: Look, I ain't even know the bitch, I mean, why the fuck, why would I shoot her?
Logan: Well, she was a prime witness at your cousin's murder trial. See, the mistake was not killing that little girl, too.
White: You think? Shit. I mean, shit, shit -
Murphy: Get back in line, you mutt.
White: Who the fuck you calling mutt, huh?
Murphy: Jake, Willard, escort Mr. White back in line. Get out of my face!
White: Hey, hey, hey! You see this? I'm getting hosed up in here, in this motherfucking - get your hands offa me! Who you fucking with?
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Hill: Yo.
White: What, you a cripple or something?
Hill: No, I'm physically challenged.
White: Well. You got any tits?
Hill: No. I don't do drugs no more.
White: Well, you ain't no faggot or nothing?
Hill: No.
White: Thank God for that. I can't stand no motherfucking faggots. They drive me crazy.
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White: (trying to get tits off prisoners) Yo, yo, yo. Come on man! How come you want to do me like that, dog?
Ryan: Omar, my man. Jesus Christ, you're looking a little crispy there, brother.
White: I gotta get some tits.
Ryan: Wow. You know, times are lean right now. The hacks, they're doing too good a job keeping that shit out of Oz. Trick is, you gotta know the right person. You have a good day.
White: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Look, I been to every nigga up in here! They think I'm a narc, man! I'm fucked - they don't even know me, I mean --
Ryan: Hey, hey, hey, shh. Abracadabra. (hands him drugs)
White: What you want in exchange for this? I ain't gonna suck your dick or nothing like that.
Ryan: Hey, I'm no fucking fag. I just might need you to take care of a little business for me, that's all.
White: No problem.
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Ryan: How's it going, cuz?
White: I need some more tits.
Ryan: Whoa, I don't got a never-ending supply, know what I'm saying?
White: I know, just a little bit, you know, just to stop a little bit, you know what I'm saying?
Ryan: You know, it's too bad you got here when you did. Six months ago, we had tits coming out of our fucking asses. When this guy Adebisi ran the operation, the well never ran dry.
White: What happened to him?
Ryan: He got shanked. But that's not the point. When he died, the spics, and the wops, they took over everything, and between you, me, and this sink, they're doing a half-assed job.
White: How come brothers don't organize?
Ryan: They should. They need a leader. I mean, right now all they got is this fool Poet. He's a complete come stain.
White: I know, he used to run my block.
Ryan: Well, there you go. Maybe you should step up, huh?
White: Yeah.
Ryan: C'mere. (hands him drugs) Have some. You see, to get anybody's attention around this place, you've got to do something large.
White: (snorting) Large.
Ryan: Yeah, like see, Adebisi, he was large and in charge, bigger than life, feared by one and all.
White: Yeah, well, that's what I want. I want 'em to fear me.
Ryan: Then you got to kill somebody. But not just anybody. You've gotta go huge. Monumental. Somebody famous.
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White: Yo, yo, yo, O'Reilly my man, yo. I forgot to thank you for getting me put down in the cafeteria, man. This shit is dope.
Ryan: Oh, hey, no problem, cuz, no problem. Hey, come here, come here, come here. I got a little something for you. A little morning pick-me-up. It's called a duster. So, Omar, I hear you're the lucky fuck who's gonna spend the night in the cell with Jack Eldridge.
White: I'm gonna be a tv star and shit, like uh, like um, ah Martin Lawrence, or Mark Simpson and shit. It's good.
Ryan: (laughing) Have some more, have some more. I just hope he doesn't disrespect you, that's all.
White: Diss me? How the hell he gonna diss me?
Ryan: Well, I overheard him telling somebody yesterday that you were a faggot. Yeah, that's what he said.
White: Hey.
Ryan: Yeah.
White: I ain't no motherfucking faggot!
Ryan: Oh, oh, hey. Omar, Omar, Omar, hey. I know that, but you know them newsmedia cocks, they love to twist shit around. You know, they don't give a fuck about the truth. They make a guy look the way they want him to look, for the sake of the story, to boost the ratings, you know what I'm saying?
White: What the motherfucking - This motherfucker ain't calling me no faggot!
Ryan: But the funny thing is, is the tabloids say that Eldridge is actually a faggot.
White: I heard that somewhere, I know.
Ryan: Yeah. He's like one of them closet cases, you know, but to cover up his shame, he's gonna skunk you on national television.
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White: There's the fuck.
Ryan: Hey man, Omar, just chill out until tonight.
White: No, no, no. That bitch is mine.
Ryan: Omar, hey, Omar, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait -
White: Get the fuck off.
Ryan: Hey, hey! Omar!
White: Hey! Hey, you! You fuck. You fuck.
Murphy: What's the problem, White?
White: I got your punk for you, alright?
Murphy: White, what's your problem?
White: Problem? He's my problem. (grabs a camera) This. This is my fucking problem!
Murphy: (restrains him) Hey, hey, hey, relax. Relax, hey.
CO: Calm down, White. (White pulls a shank.)
Murphy: Lockdown! Put down your shank.
White: You want some more? (The SORT team arrives, restrains White.) Motherfucker! Motherfucker! Motherfucker!
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[Solitary.]
(White is released.)
Supreme Allah: You outta here?
White: Mm-hmm.
Allah: Hey yo, you tell everybody in Emerald City that Supreme Allah's not done, you hear me? Tell 'em Supreme Allah's coming back, and he's coming back strong.
CO: Quiet down, Ketchum.
Allah: Let 'em know.
[Em City. Unit Manager's office.]
McManus: I got you out of solitary because you said you want to change.
White: Mm-hmm.
McManus: Well, I'm giving you that chance, Omar, and I'm gonna do whatever I can to help, but I need you off the drugs.
White: Mm-hmm.
McManus: You screw up again, I'll send you right back to solitary. Do you understand?
White: Uh-huh.
McManus: Okay.
[Em City.]
White: Shit, he called me a drug abuser, man. I ain't no drug abuser. I mean, truth be told, son, I treat my drugs better than most. (laughs) Now he want me to go to rehab.
Poet: Rehab is cool, man. You get to talk about yourself a lot.
White: What you doing, 17 to life? By the time I get out this motherfucker there ain't gonna be shit to recover.
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Guerra: You put something in Alvarez's food.
White: Like what?
Guerra: I don't know, rat poison or something. Look, the point is, you kill him, Omar, I'll see you get all the fucking tits you need, huh? What do you say?
White: No.
Guerra: No? Why no?
White: I just don't like you.
Guerra: You don't like me.
White: I can't put my finger on it. I don't know if it's the way you look, or your smell, your breath, the way you talk, I don't know what, you know, it's just something about you just rubs me the wrong way.
Guerra: Yeah? Well, fuck you, nigger.
(White takes a kitchen knife and stabs Guerra. COs drag him off.)
[Solitary.]
Allah: You back?
White: Uh-huh.
Allah: Fuck, nigga, that gotta be some kind of record or something.
White: You Alvarez?
Alvarez: Yeah.
White: You owe me, dog.
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[Solitary.]
Supreme Allah: Hey, yo, Glynn. My shower don't work, man. I'm fucking stinking in here, man. Come on, man.
White: Warden, I got, I got some big news for you. You got to hear me out, Warden. I got serious 411 here. Warden! Warden, you got to let me out, I got to talk to you, in here.
[Glynn ignores them and goes into Alvarez' cell.]
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[Solitary.]
Allah: Yo, Smith, yo, Smith. Yo, my shower's still busted, man! What the fuck!
White: Yo, Smithy, boy, yo, come on. Hey, my nigga. Hey, you watch my nigga, you won't get no bigger. Come on, I just need five minutes with the Warden, all right? I got something important! Come on, baby! Hook me up!
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White: Busmalis. Busmalis. I know your dirty little secret.
Busmalis: I have a dirty little secret?
White: A little secret involving dirt. You know, like digging. You dig? The night before they threw my ass back up in here again, I'll be god-damned, I saw you digging a motherfucking tunnel.
Busmalis: Tunnel? No -
White: Don't play me! Fuck I look like to you?
Busmalis: What do you want?
White: From you? Nothing. But I may use what I know to get my ass out of solitary, alright.
Busmalis: No, please. I'm getting married, see.
White: Married? What the fuck do I care if you get married?
Busmalis: I'll pay you.
White: Pay me? Pay me what? What the hell good is money with my ass locked up in here like this, huh?
Smith: Hey, no talking!
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[Em City. Quad.]
Gordon Elliot (on TV): What is the only position not mentioned in the Abbott and Costello routine "Who's on first?"
White: I hate baseball.
Hill: I hate Abbott and Costello.
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[Infirmary.]
White: Yo, bro.
Supreme Allah: What you want?
White: A sip of water.
Allah: I ain't no nurse.
White: Come on, I'm so thirsty, man, please.
[Allah gives White water.]
White: Mmm, it's so good.
[White attacks Allah with a shank. Allah fights him off.]
[Two SORT members break up the fight.]
SORT: Do not resist.
White: Okay, okay.
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McManus: Hello, Omar.
White: Look man, I'm-- I'm sorry for shankin' you. I just don't know what comes over me.
McManus: I forgive you.
White: You do?
McManus: How'd you like to come back to Em City?
White: Instead of solitary?
[McManus nods]
White: You don't have to ask me twice, you know.
McManus: Well, I can make that happen but we gotta go over some ground rules.
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[Cafeteria]
Poet: Yo man, so how'd you get out of solitary man?
White: [laughs] McManus. He forgave me.
Daniels: That motherfucker's on crack.
White: Who you tellin'?
[they laugh]
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Guerra: How you feeling there, Omar?
White: I'm feelin' pretty good.
Guerra: Really? I still feel all kinds of aches and pains from when you stabbed me.
White: Yeah, you know, I'm sorry about that.
Guerra: Oh... you're sorry?
White: Yeah. I'm sorry you didn't die.
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White: Yellow rat motherfucker! Bastard!
Murphy: Put Mr. Guerra in the cage, take Mr. White upstairs.
White: Fuckin' yellow rat bastard! Pussy!
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[McManus's Office]
McManus: We had an agreement. No drugs.
White: I know.
McManus: So tell me why I shouldn't Fed-Ex your ass back to solitary.
White: There is no reason. Listen, when it comes-- comes to tits I'm just a shaky man. I mean, God knows I tried. I tried. But the temptation, it just grows and grows 'til I can't help it. I just gotta shove that shit where it don't belong.
McManus: You really think I'm a bubblehead, don't you?
White: Sir...?
McManus: Well, you make that sorrowful face, you say what you think I wanna hear, you're full of shit, Omar! And you can try my patience only so far. Now, Sister Pete says you've been inconsistent about going to rehab, Omar. There is a session at 1 o'clock today. Fuckin' be there.
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[Cafeteria-- Rehabilitation Discussion Group.]
Beecher: Yeah, well, activities are good but, I mean, that doesn't change one basic fact, you know. You're not gonna quit unless you wanna quit. You know, you have to hit rock bottom before you can crawl out.
White: Why you lookin' at me when you say that?
Beecher: Well, I wasn't saying it to you, I was saying it to the group.
White: What, you-- you think you're better than me 'cause you quit and I can't?
Sister Pete: Omar.
White: You ain't better than me, fuckin' punk-ass white boy. Instead of smoking you been sucking cock.
Sister Pete: That's enough, Omar!
White: You wanna suck this, motherfucker?!
[Beecher pushes him away, O'Reily pulls White back]
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[Infirmary-- Office]
Sister Pete: As a rule, I don't give up on people, but this guy Omar, may he be the exception.
McManus: White!
White: I know. I fucked up again.
McManus: Mmm-hmm.
White: All the bullshit aside, I want-- I want to own my own mind.
McManus: Look, I don't know why I think I can help you, but I'm not giving up on you, Omar. You understand? I'm not giving up.
White: Thank you.
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