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

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

Seatbelt. Serious.

Floyd: Wade, I heard you was off smoking meth somewhere.
Trevor: No, not somewhere, here. He's gonna smoke meth here. Get me a fucking lighter.
Floyd: You can't smoke here.
Trevor: Okay.

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?