The morning after the night before.

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.

Michael: Come back, we'll order pizza.
Trevor: Fuck you! Fuck your pizza. Fuck everything it stands for!

I'll swing by and sign the contracts, alright? Just ignore the bodies!

Next, I'll have this thing so far up your ass, your tonsils will be playing shadow puppets.