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

I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.

Sweet Johnson: You're dressed like a hooker!
Kendl: You two would know what a hooker looks like.
Carl Johnson: You say that like it's a bad thing.

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

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