Amanda De Santa: Get a center, Michael. You have no center.
Michael: How about you suck my cock?

Dimitri Rascalov: I want to buy you a present.
Niko: Will you wrap it up and put a pretty bow on it?

Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?

I have found that people lie, most often deceiving themselves. Not so the dead...
The dead are so very, very loud. And yet, lying is not in their nature.
It its so... humbling - to listen to the dead speak.

Maybe if you got rid of that old Yee-Yee ass haircut you got you’d get some bitches on your dick.