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.

Carl Johnson: Oh shit! Where you get this?
Cesar: Same place I got my pants, homes. This is America, man!

CJ: Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Cesar: Why you always saying that? I already told you. Where the holiness does his business, is his business.

I'm a well-dressed maniac!