Mine ain't nothin' special, but this boy gets the job done.

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

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.

Michael: I'm trying to relate to you.
Jimmy: No, you're trying to take me on some nostalgia trip. You're such a cliche.
Michael: Oh! says the dope-smoking, game-playing, live-at-home, world-owes-him-a-living millennial.

Bring me my coffee or I'm gonna cut your arm off!