Franklin: We're finna risk our lives to rob some motherfucking government killers again?
Michael: Yup.

Lamar: The fucker got fucked. He fucked the fucker himself.
Trevor: Shut up.

GTA, pretty much the same as the last game.

Michael: Alright... the fuck is this bullshit? We handled your little immigration problem or whatever the fuck it was. We're straight.
Steve Haines: Oh absolutely... yeah, yeah. You killed people, you tortured people, committed a litany of other crimes... Oh we're so straight you and me, we're arrows.

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.