Jimmy: Hey, let's bounce.
Michael: Bounce? We're bouncing now? Is that what we're doing? Jesus fucking Christ.

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

Steve Haines: Those bastards love to sell drugs.
Trevor: Who doesn't?

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

So Michael, this is where dead men come back to life. It's been nearly ten years. But you'll keep for another day or so huh, old friend? You motherfucking fuck! I grieved for you! You weren't even fucking dead. You were my best friend. Well guess who's coming to shit on your doorstep, you fuck!