CJ: You do know that I'm black, right? And not Chinese?
Woozie: I'm blind, Carl... not stupid.

CJ: Can you shoot?
The Truth: Kid, I'm a hippie. The only thing I've shot is acid. I did see a guy snort it once though. Thought his nose was a kangaroo and the moon was a dog!

Catalina: Are you going to fight for my love?
CJ: No. I can take rejection.

Woozie: One's a fake.
CJ: That's amazing. You didn't even touch them.
Woozie: No. I just took a guess. Why else would he come in with two chips and sound so worried?

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.