Look, I Love You Jimmy, But You’re An A**hole.

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

Michael: It's a foolish man who builds his house in sand, baby.
Franklin: I don't think my boy Matthew was thinking trucks when he wrote that shit.

She looks like a bloodhound in front of a wind mill.

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.