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!

Lamar: I'm getting my money in the hood, I'm straight, fool. I'm cool!
Franklin: You cool? Cool what? Slinging dope and throwing up gang signs?

Lester: It's hard to get motivated on a job without financial incentive.
Michael: You can't put a price on freedom.

We shootin' shit up? Sprayin' some motherfuckers? I can drive-by with the best of'em.

Now go! I need to meditate. Or masturbate. Or both.