I have found that people lie, most often deceiving themselves. Not so the dead...
The dead are so very, very loud. And yet, lying is not in their nature.
It its so... humbling - to listen to the dead speak.
Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.
Jackie: Ahhh, there's the awkward silence. You, uh, wanna hear a joke?
T-Bug: Now? Seriously?
Jackie: Ok, so why'd the rockerboy's output kick him out of the apartment? ... Cause he wasn't chippin' in. Hahaa!
V: Said it yourself - you can kick the rat outta the corp...
Jackie: But you'll never kick the corp outta the rat.
T-Bug: "The greatest crimes issue from a desire for excess and not from necessity."
Jackie: Say what now?
T-Bug: Aristotle. Guess you read me, then?
Jackie: Yeah, I read you. Not so much your Greek friend, though it was kind of exciting.
Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.
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Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?
Speaking of harm's way. Know what I see lookin' at you? Walking, talking corpses.
Vision without action is a dream. Action without vision is a nightmare. We should remember this.
Remember, V - it's unwise to engage in idle time. I am sometimes known to be rather impatient.
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..."
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?
