They damaged my stuff. They smash up my home. Damage my soul. Look at this... This, this, this, this statue here of Impotent Rage. This fucking meant more to me than Johnny K meant to anyone! And they smashed it! Those pathetic, midlife crisis, hog-riding, shaven-headed, fruity leather-chap-wearing fucking assholes!

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.

We shootin' shit up? Sprayin' some motherfuckers? I can drive-by with the best of'em.

It was crazy as hell. He must've been tweaking. I know I am. You got a washing machine I could take apart?

Michael: It feels like I'm giving a colonoscopy to the Statue of Happiness.
Steve Haines: Nice change from being up Trevor Phillips' ass all day.