You had enough, Mr. President? You'll never get away with this! Watch me, you little...

[after the ghost of Abraham Lincoln knocks the gun off Richard Nixon's hand, Black Dynamite takes the president down with a foot sweep and pummels his face with a barrage of punches] Black Dynamite: You had enough, Mr. President? Richard Nixon: You'll never get away with this! Black Dynamite: Watch me, you little insecure cracker. You think by shrinking our johnsons, it's gonna make your situation any better? That's your problem, Tricky Dick. You are paranoid. Like sending those two-bit crooks to Watergate. For what? For these? [Black Dynamite throws some photographs of Nixon tied up and engaged in an S&M session] Black Dynamite: Look at you. You lost it all, turkey. Richard Nixon: Kill me. Black Dynamite: Say what? Richard Nixon: Kill me! Black Dynamite: No. That's the easy way out for you. Now, unless you want the rest of this freaky shit to hit the news, I suggest you take good care of me and my people. Can you dig it? [Nixon nods] Black Dynamite: I said, can you dig it? Richard Nixon: Yes, I, I can dig it! Black Dynamite: I thought you could. [Black Dynamite walks away]