Catalina: Are you going to fight for my love?
CJ: No. I can take rejection.
Carl Johnson: Oh shit! Where you get this?
Cesar: Same place I got my pants, homes. This is America, man!
Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.
CJ: Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Cesar: Why you always saying that? I already told you. Where the holiness does his business, is his business.
Eddie's got two tickets to paradise, and I do too... In my pants.
CJ: You do know that I'm black, right? And not Chinese?
Woozie: I'm blind, Carl... not stupid.
Does a polar bear shit in the woods?
Woozie: One's a fake.
CJ: That's amazing. You didn't even touch them.
Woozie: No. I just took a guess. Why else would he come in with two chips and sound so worried?
I'm a well-dressed maniac!
I'll have 2 number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 9 small, a number 6 with extra dip, two number 45s, a number 7 and one large soda.
Ah shit, here we go again.