Steve Haines: Those bastards love to sell drugs.
Trevor: Who doesn't?

Did someone say yoga?

Ortega: What the fuck, Trevor?
Trevor: This is the fuck, my soggy friend! You are out of business. The Lost MC are out of business. The guns and crank in this area go through Trevor Philips Enterprise, or they ain't going!

The guns and crank in this area go through Trevor Phillips Enterprises... or they ain't going!

Fabian: Namaste.
Michael: Nama-go-fuck-yourself.

Next, I'll have this thing so far up your ass, your tonsils will be playing shadow puppets.

You make me want a lobotomy!

I'm rich, I'm miserable - I'm pretty average for this town.

You know, I've been in this game for a lot of years and I got out alive. If you want my advice - give the shit up.

What a shit show. I'll tell you what, you could take this desert, and stick it. My life may be a world of pain, but from here on out it's gonna be cool, comfortable, air-conditioned pain.

You look like you struggle with simple tasks.

Fuck man, you know how it is, homie. You just start running and shit. Then all of a sudden your legs give in and you just can't run no more.

I'll swing by and sign the contracts, alright? Just ignore the bodies!

Lamar: I'm getting my money in the hood, I'm straight, fool. I'm cool!
Franklin: You cool? Cool what? Slinging dope and throwing up gang signs?

Michael: Surviving is winning, Franklin, everything else is bullshit. Fairy tales spun by people too afraid to look life in the eye. Whatever it takes, kid: survive.
Franklin: Damn straight.