He quenches his thirst at the watering hole. While waiting for your arrival, he takes shelter in the shade of the cherry blossoms. The fox is cautious. It shall emerge when it is sure that the water was not poisoned.
Like, the other day, he posts this picture of his newborn, and I'm all like "Damn, son. That right there is one ugly-ass motherfucker of a baby." And I'm all like "My balls is prettier than that baby", and then I sent him a picture of my balls. "I seen roadkill prettier than that baby. What the hell is wrong with your baby?" And he's all like "Actually, there's a problem with its chromosomes," or something, and it's actually a miracle it survived birth. And I'm all like "It's actually a miracle I survived seeing a picture of its ugly..."
The morning after the night before.
Lester: It's hard to get motivated on a job without financial incentive.
Michael: You can't put a price on freedom.
Trevor: You know what truckers do?
Lamar: Cut up women and get other dudes to jack 'em off?
Lamar: Homie, for a dude that kills dudes and eats dudes and fuck dudes, you talk fruity.
Trevor: It's unconfirmed.
Lamar: What's unconfirmed? The fact that you talk stupid? Or the fact, that you do some messed up shit?
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The FIB? Do I look homosexual? Do you think I care about the size of your Johnson? Now... you can't always tell who the good guys are. I'm not a good guy. But I'm fighting with them, and guess what? So are you.
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.
Look at me. I'm cranked on speed most of the time, but I'm productivity personified.
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.
Frank: Jenkins is your lead, right? Is he what everyone says he is?
V: What's everyone say about Jenkins?
Frank: That he's effective. Like any psychopath. Apparently, he's gone a little crazier lately.
Work for yourself, live for yourself. That's the only way.
Hey, hermano. Your new life... it starts now.
V: Bug, ya could at least try to be... nice.
T-Bug: You want nice, supportive? Call a damn helpline.
Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a glaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout seein' your thirtieth?
Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?
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He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.
Swap meat for chrome, live a BD fantasy, whatever, but at the end of it all, it's the code you live by that defines who you are.
The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.
Be alone with my thoughts? Near on unachievable these days.
Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.
Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?
V, V, V... If you don't have a titanium skull lining, you are gonna have memory problems in no time.
Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!
Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.
