Simeon: You tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be.
Franklin: What?

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

Trevor: So, we ready to go on this?
Wade: Yep, although Floyd don't think it's a good idea meetin' at the condo...
Trevor: Tell Floyd it's a great idea to meet at the condo, and tell him we'll need chips and dip and prostitutes.

Floyd: You gotta go, both of you. My girlfriend, she'd kill me if she knew I had guests.
Trevor: Not much of a girlfriend if she don't like your family. Now would you get me a fucking drink? I'm not gonna ask you again!

Why did I move here? I guess it was the weather.