Michael: Well, I had to. To protect you.
Jimmy: Yeah, keep telling yourself that, when you see their faces every time you close your eyes. Here we are. The bike rental place. Please don't shoot the bike rental guy out of, like, force of habit.

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

Michael: It's a foolish man who builds his house in sand, baby.
Franklin: I don't think my boy Matthew was thinking trucks when he wrote that shit.

We are about to put the Darwinism back in Social Darwinism, and brother, it's gonna be fun.

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