Fabian: Namaste.
Michael: Nama-go-fuck-yourself.

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.

You're back, man. WE are back. All we gotta do is bust out Brad and then we're golden, man! Franklin, he makes us multicultural. Lester makes it cyber. We're like modern America. We just get ourselves a gay friend, and BAM!

You tell me what you want and I'll explain to you very carefully why it cannot be.

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