They damaged my stuff. They smash up my home. Damage my soul. Look at this... This, this, this, this statue here of Impotent Rage. This fucking meant more to me than Johnny K meant to anyone! And they smashed it! Those pathetic, midlife crisis, hog-riding, shaven-headed, fruity leather-chap-wearing fucking assholes!

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

She just needs to realize the only difference between savage and sophisticated is the proper seasoning.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

Intellectuals solve problems, geniuses prevent them. We all know what Sam does.