Grand Theft Auto V

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Grand Theft Auto V (GTA V) is a sandbox-style action-adventure game developed by Rockstar North. It is the second HD game in the Grand Theft Auto video game franchise and seventh original game overall.


[Michael has just rescued his daughter Tracey from what should have been a "fun afternoon" with friends]
Tracey De Santa: I see, I see that traitor! [runs to Jimmy] Jimmy! You, you fucking asshole!!!
Jimmy De Santa: Hey he's the fucking asshole, okay? He smashed my TV and took me to the beach. The beach! With my skin!
Tracey: So what, you send him out so he could spoil my day too?!
Jimmy: I didn't know he was coming to come get you, I just told him where you were. You know, he got the crazy look in his eyes. You know, like he gets sometimes? And he just went!
Tracey: I'm getting a cab.
Jimmy: I'm coming with you.
Michael De Santa: How about I just drive us home?
Tracey: [in tears] You ruined my life! [walks off]

[Johnny Klebitz is livid that Trevor is having sex with Ashley]
Johnny Klebitz: Trevor! I'm talking to you, motherfucker!
Trevor Philips: [faces him] Are you? What are you sayin'?
Johnny: [suddenly cowed] Fucking my girl, man. It's wrong.
Trevor: Oh, I gotta fuck someone. You want me to fuck you instead? Is that the problem here? [whispers] Take off your pants, cowboy, alright? Let's... let's fuck.
Johnny: You think this is funny?
Trevor: Get them off!!
Ron: I told him to leave it, Trevor. I told him. Leave it. Leave it.
Trevor: Shut up, Ron. I'm about to fuck me a meth head, ain't I, cowboy? Get my boy sucked from his toothless gums.
Johnny: Fuck you, Trevor.
Trevor: Oh.
Johnny: I still love her.
Trevor: Alright, cowboy. Hey, I know. Hey, c'mon. [puts his arm around Johnny reassuringly] Shh... hey...
Johnny: I don't mean nothing by it, man. I just, I just...
Trevor: I know.
Johnny: I messed up.
Trevor: I know, cowboy. I know, man. Gimme a hug, yeah... [hugs Johnny] Shh...[grabs Johnny by the neck and throws him to the ground, throws his beer bottle at Johnny's face, creating a large cut and begins to stomp on his head.] Fucking shit! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! [Stomps one more time] Augh, cunt! [Stops stomping on his head] Who the fuck are you speaking to!?!?? Who? Who? I'm talking to you, huh? You fuck!
Ashley Butler: Johnny!
Trevor: Next time, don't get in my fucking face! I just saw a fucking ghost, and I got to hear your crap?! Get up! Get up! [Realizing that he has killed Johnny] Fuck you then! [angrily walks to his truck]
Ashley: [runs to Johnny's body and holds him in her arms] Johnny! [Begins weeping. Wade tries to walk over to comfort her]
Ron: Wade. [Wade follows Ron and Trevor]
Trevor: [Frustratingly] Fuck. Now we got to speak to Johnny's recently bereaved brothers. That dopey cowboy's forced our hand. Now we gotta find the rest of the Lost.

[After being effectively blackmailed into working for Steve Haines for a second time and this time also financing it]
Michael: Hell, no worries there. Trevor just here, he came into a lot of money.
Trevor: Is that sarcasm?
Michael: Oh, you're fucking-A right it was sarcasm. You fuck. A few weeks ago, I was happily retired, sulking by my swimming pool and my psychotic best friend shows up out of nowhere, to torture me over mistakes, honest mistakes I made over a decade ago! We, out little posse, are flat fucking broke, but hey let's go out and spend 2 million dollars on a tandem rotor fucking chopper, so I can steal nerve gas from fucking terrorists! Forgive me, you ignorant fuck, but sarcasm is all I've fucking got! Sarcasm, and a room full of you cunts!
Trevor: Yes! Whoo! Welcome back man! It is the old you!

[Having rescued Michael from an abattoir, Franklin asks what happened in the past with Trevor]
Michael de Santa: [miffed at Franklin bringing up details] I know what you meant. [pause] Look, I made a judgment call. I don't know if it was the right one I did what I thought had to do. I had a young family, Franklin. I was running with a crew of crazy motherfuckers with nothing to lose. I saw an out, a future for me, for my family. I took it.
Franklin Clinton: You took it? Man, you burned every motherfucker you've ever known.
Michael: It was that or die. [Franklin groans] Look I know it sounds cold I don't expect you to understand it, not yet but you will when you got ties of your own. Look, you wake up one day and your legs, they just give... and you just can't run anymore.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Amanda. Good to see you again. Michael. I'm so glad. Isn't this great?
Michael De Santa: [somewhat reluctantly] Fantastic!
Amanda De Santa: Michael, be positive.
Michael De Santa: I am being positive. This is me being positive.
Amanda De Santa: Give it up Michael. The sarcasm. It's one of the reasons I moved out. It's beneath you.
Michael De Santa: No, it's not Amanda. Trust me. Nothing's beneath me.
Amanda De Santa: No, normally there's a whore beneath you.
Michael De Santa: You know, for someone who spends every waking moment, working on themselves "inside and out", I gotta tell ya, the progress has been really fucking slow.
Amanda De Santa: How would you know what progress is like, you stupid murdering shit!?
Michael De Santa: Uh, gee! Because all you do is whine at me!
Amanda De Santa: Oh! All I do is whine? Michael, could you please stop murdering people? Michael, could you please stop endangering me and the both of your children? You kill people, and then sit in the sun and drink and feel guilty about it! That is not work!
Michael De Santa: I DON'T SEE YOU COMPLAINING ON THE WAY TO THE FUCKING BANK! [pause] I mean, let's face it Amanda, we're trailer trash, you and me. We were taught to do this.
Amanda De Santa: Get a centre Michael. You have no centre.
Michael De Santa: How about, you suck my cock? Huh? No, wait, we'll both get a centre, before that ever happens!
Amanda De Santa: You are such a fucking animal: a deranged animal!
Amanda De Santa: I should have locked you up years ago, you stupid shit!
Michael De Santa: Do it! Do it. I'll put you in the fucking ground with the rest of 'em.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And that's really all the time we have.
Amanda De Santa: Oh.
Michael De Santa: Great.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: I think we made some real progress there. Oh, uh, Michael, I hope this goes without saying, but family work is a little more expensive.
Michael De Santa: What, double?
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Squared.
Michael De Santa: Hehe, of course.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Take care now!

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