Lamar: The fucker got fucked. He fucked the fucker himself.
Trevor: Shut up.

Michael: I'm trying to relate to you.
Jimmy: No, you're trying to take me on some nostalgia trip. You're such a cliche.
Michael: Oh! says the dope-smoking, game-playing, live-at-home, world-owes-him-a-living millennial.

I think that I would recognize my own underwear, now give them back!

We're fixing the problems that we made, together, which is why it's only fair that you pay for the problems, together.

Seatbelt. Serious.