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I will have titles for each quote I give out so that way you don't have to Google to find the quotes for yourself. Anyway, here goes; after reading this, if you feel that you want me to give out more quotes by writing another blog, please let me know either here or by writing a comment on the YouTube video you just watched and clicked on the link to read this.
Grand Theft Auto : Vice City
Tommy Vercetti: What are you doing here?
Lance Vance: Hey, I've been asking around and it's obvious that Diaz jumped the deal and iced my brother.
Tommy Vercetti: And he'll kill you too!
Lance Vance: I can take Diaz!
Tommy Vercetti: No; listen to me! I'll handle Diaz; he's beginning to trust me.
Tommy Vercetti: Okay, what's the emergency? Who?
Earnest Kelly: Tommy... some mob thugs... said they come to take their cut... said it was a Mr. Forello's money. I feel like crap...
Tommy Vercetti: Forelli? Sonny Forelli?
Earnest Kelly: Yeah, that's the guy, I think. They were very insistent...
Tommy Vercetti: Don't you worry, pop. I'm not angry with you. Get him to the hospital.
Earnest Kelly: Tommy, rip that guy a new asshole for me...
Tommy Vercetti: I'm gonna rip him two!
Tommy Vercetti: Hello Sonny.
Sonny Forelli: Tommy! Tommy, it's been too long. I know, I know. You're just overwhelmed with emotion. Fifteen years - seems like only yesterday.
Tommy Vercetti: I guess that's a perspective thing.
Sonny Forelli: Hey, doing time for the family is no piece of cake, but the family looks after its own, ok? So, how'd the deal go down - you sitting on some white gold?
Tommy Vercetti: Look Sonny, we were set up. The deal was an ambush. Harry and Lee are dead.
Sonny Forelli: You better be kidding me Tommy. Tell me you still got the money.
Tommy Vercetti: ...no Sonny...I don't have the money.
Sonny Forelli: That was my money, Tommy, MY MONEY! You better not be screwing me Tommy because you know I'm not a man to be screwed with!
Tommy Vercetti: Wait Sonny. You have my personal assurance that I'm going to get your money back and the drugs. And I'm gonna mail you the dicks of those responsible.
Sonny Forelli: Hey, I already know that. You're not a fool Tommy, but I warn you, neither am I. If it was anybody else you'd be DEAD already. But because it's you, because we got history, I'm gonna let you handle this.
Tommy Vercetti: Look, Sonny, you got my word.
Sonny Forelli: I'll be in touch.
Tommy Vercetti: Who does that guy think he is?! Now I have to dress like a chump as well as hang out with them?! I like this shirt.
Avery: Donald, you just shut up and listen, and you might learn something. Now, nothing brings down real estate prices quicker than a good old-fashioned gang war - 'cept maybe a disaster, like a biblical plague or something, but, that may be going too far in this case. You getting this down, you four-eyed prick? Now recently a Haitian gang lord died. Apparently the Cubans did it, nobody's certain. But let's make them certain! You disguise yourself as a Cuban hombre, and head on down to crash that funeral. Mix it up, and then high tail it. You getting this down, Donald? Well, that ought to put the coyote in the chicken coop, huh? And then we'll just sit back, and watch the prices tumble.
Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas
CJ: Hello? Hey, anybody out here? Truth sent me!
Maccer: Eh! Over 'ere!
CJ: Hey, man, you all right?
Maccer: 'Kin' 'ell, I'm fucking hanging.
Kent Paul: Stone me bloody crows. Where am I?
Maccer: I dunno, mate. I was having a dream; I was wanking over some fat bird's tits when this twat turned up.
Kent Paul: Maccer, you fucking psycho! You did it again, didn't you!
Maccer: That peyote was shite, you were lucky I brought some tabs along!
Kent Paul: I've told you a million times not to put stuff in my fucking drink!
Maccer: Oh, piss off, kidder!
Kent Paul: Who are you again?
Carl Johnson: Oh, I'm a friend of The Truth's. He said you guys might need a ride into town or something.
Maccer: But I'm a fucking raspberry!
Kent Paul: You're not a fucking raspberry!
Maccer: I can't feel me legs, our P. I've wanked the use out of them!
Kent Paul: Just stand up, you soppy cunt. We go through this every weekend.
Maccer tries to stand up.
Maccer: Ah! Ooh!
Carl Johnson: Man, what the hell was y'all doing last night?
Maccer: Anybody got a rag?
Paul hands Maccer a rag. CJ turns away and sighs disgustedly.
Carl Johnson: So, where am I taking y'all?
Kent Paul: I've got a pal, Rosie. He's got some casino gig going down in Venturas. Sweet.
Carl Johnson: Alright.
Maccer goes to hand Paul the rag back.
Kent Paul: Fuck off, string.
Maccer: Oh, charming.
Carl Johnson: Alright, ladies, let's go.
Kent Paul: Come on. Fucking Northerners...
Maccer: Well it felt like I couldn't feel them, honest!
Cluckin' Bell Employee: Can I take your order, please?
Big Smoke: Carl, what do you want? You gotta eat to keep your strength up, man.
Carl Johnson: Hey, I'll take a number 9 - fat boy.
Ryder: Gimme a number 9, just like his.
Sweet: Let me get a number 6 with extra dip.
Big Smoke: I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.
Tenpenny: Carl Johnson. My man. I need you to do me another favor. You killed Pulaski, and now this fat fuck. There's no stopping you. Drop the gun.
(Carl drops his gun.)
CJ: You ain't leaving here alive, man.
Tenpenny: Where's your brother at, huh?
CJ: Why didn't you just shoot me in the back? Feeling exposed, huh?
Tenpenny: Shut your dumb ass up and load the bag. C'mon, let's go, I ain't got no time to fuck with you!
(Tenpenny tosses Carl a suitcase and Carl begins to fill it with money from Smoke's safe.)
CJ: So what it's like, Tenpenny, huh? All alone, nobody got your back. Suck, huh?
Tenpenny: Why you think am alone? I got a couple of rookies outside. But I gotta open their eyes slowly, you know - a little truth here, a little truth there... A'ight, fuck it, that's enough. Chuck it over, I've got a firetruck to catch.
CJ: You're crazy man, you lost it... you're gone.
Tenpenny: Half the city's looking for cops to kill, Carl. And I ain't about to get dragged out of a patrol car and get beaten to death by some angry mob. No, no...Not tonight.
(Carl tosses Tenpenny the suitcase with money and he picks it up.)
CJ: What you catching, a plane?
Tenpenny: Ding ding ding ding ding, good answer Carl! You know, your gonna thank me one day - for opening your fucking eyes. OH! I almost forgot, Carl! Time to die.
CJ: Uh, Sweet!
Tenpenny: What?
(Tenpenny turns around for a second and Carl leaps to the side, grabbing his gun.)
Tenpenny: Mother f-...
(Tenpenny shoots at Carl, but misses. He then grabs the suitcase with money and begins to back away towards the door)
Tenpenny: It ain't over Carl, it ain't over.
Carl Johnson: Eh man, I'm running low.
Ryder: I got a 'K here!
Carl Johnson: This fucking antique?
Ryder: Yeah, well,.. Emmet ain't the Pentagon!
Carl Johnson: You got it off Emmet? Shit...
(Madd Dogg, Carl Johnson find OG Loc being interviewed.)
Madd Dogg: You fucking phonies! Sum' bitch! Gimme my rhyme book! Gimme back my chain! Gimme back my hoes!
Carl Johnson: He bustin' out! Come on, Dogg, let's get him!
Wii Fit
Wii Balance Board: Oh…actually, I won't be much help with training, since you'll be standing on me the whole time.
Paper Mario
Goompapa: Ummmmmm... I just fixed that gate... Nobody say "gate" to me...
Parakarry: Kooper!
Kooper: Huh? Parakarry? What brings you here?
Parakarry: ...Phew! I finally made it. I have a letter for you from Princess Peach.
Kooper: [when Mario is accused of murder] Are you crazy? Do you really think Mario would do something like that?!
General Guy: Go! Attack, Stilt Guys! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Stilt Guys: Yes, sir! Right away, sir!
Bowser: Hey, you, Mario! It's not going to be like before, you mustached loser! Prepare to be beaten!
Twink: Princess Peach! Make a wish! A wish for everyone... you, me, Mario... and everybody in the Mushroom Kingdom!
Bombette: [after blowing up a crack in Crystal Palace so that Mario can get the Red Key to unlock the red door] What? Who are all of you? You're all trying to look like me! Mario... Don't tell me you can't tell which one is the real Bombette! You can tell, right?
Impostor Bombette #1: Hey, I heard that! You're spreading lies, you impostor! I'm the real Bombette!
Impostor Bombette #2: Oh, no, no! Mario. Look carefully at me and you'll know. I'm the real Bombette. It can only be me. These others are all liars.
Impostor Bombette #3: I'm the one! Mario! Me! Don't fall for these tricks! I'll blow you up if you do!
Impostor Bombette #4: I... I'm the real Bombette... Puh... Please... Trust your eyes and look at me... I... I'm not lying...
Bombette: Noooo! I can't bear this! Mario! Smash the impostors with your Hammer! All of you pretending to be me! I can't take it another second!
Impostor Bombette #2: Oh, that's a nice idea. That'll clear all this up.
Impostor Bombette #3: Yes, good idea! I just hate impostors! Mario! I'm the real Bombette so don't you dare hit me!
Tutankoopa: Fool! You have ignored my warning, haven't you? You fool! You will fall to my legions and become a mummy of the sands!
Watt: Hi, mister! I'm Watt. Can I, um, get out of here?
Twink: Mario! Mario! I have news... News from the castle... Gasp! Honorable Star Spirit!
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories
Goon: Giorgio wants his money back!
(Back inside the limo)
Phil Collins: What money? Barry, who are these nutters?
Barry Mickelthwaite: Keep your pretty head down, Phil. Christ on a bike, Vicky! Floor it!
Phil Collins: For crying out loud, Barry. What have you done this time?
Barry Mickelthwaite: I swear on me mother's life...on me dead mother's grave...I don't know what he's on about.
(Victor is talking over the phone while Lance arrives)
Lance Vance: Hey, Vic. Like the new threads?
Victor Vance: Terrifying. I need to use the phone.
(Jerry Martinez picks up the phone)
Jerry Martinez: Yeah?
Victor Vance: Thanks for the coke, Martinez. Now you know how it feels to get fucked.
Jerry Martinez: Oh, you fucked us both, Vic. That coke you ripped off belonged to the Mendez brothers. I was just the shepherd. Now we're all on their shit list, and the only way off is in a fucking bag. I'm turning states. I'm gonna ruin you, your brother, Mendez, everyone. Happy holidays.
(Jerry Martinez hangs up the phone)
Victor Vance: Lance! You useless degenerate asshole!
Victor Vance: Thanks for everything Martinez. You were a great help!
Lance Vance: Okay brother, let's waste these punks!
Victor Vance: Lance, it's done!
Lance Vance: Play time is over, bitches! Lance Vance is about to get brutal on you, and when Lance Vance gets brutal on a lady, somebody starts to cry!
Victor Vance: Lance, Lance. Will you shut up. It's over!
Lance Vance: What? Oh...well, we did it, baby! You and me!
Victor Vance: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Hey, hey, hey listen. Now that things are straight with Diaz, we should get out of town or lay low for a while, you know?
Lance Vance: Yeah, you're right man.
Victor Vance: I'm gonna send some money to Pete!
Lance Vance: Cool, but bro. I don't want you thinking it's all about you...That it's all about you.
Victor Vance: Hey, hey, hey. I don't, I don't. It's all about you, me, Pete and mom, wherever the hell she is...
Lance Vance: But wait, I've been making moves. I got hold of 20 keys man.
Victor Vance: Are you crazy? Get rid of it!
Lance Vance: No. All we gotta do is sit on it, It's hidden out of sight. Out of town man. We lay low and then we sell it.
Victor Vance: No! No, No, I am not interested, got it?
Lance Vance: OK, man. Whatever you say.
Victor Vance: That's right!
Lance Vance: Come on, let's pop!
Victor Vance: Oh yeah? Well Phil says you guys might have some work for me. I'm Vic Vance.
Marty Jay Williams: Yeah. Sure. I got a few things need taking care of right now, as a matter of fact. Drive me. And Louise - you better have this shit cleaned up before I get back. YOU GOT ME?
Victor Vance: Louise? Lance?
Armando Mendez: Do you think your hero enough to bring back the dead?
Victor Vance: Where are they Armando?
Armando Mendez: They're upstairs resting... in peace! Would you like to join them?
Victor Vance: If you've hurt them...
Armando Mendez: Señor, I assure you, they didn't feel a thing. Unfortunately, the same will not be said of you.
End of Quotes
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I will have titles for each quote I give out so that way you don't have to Google to find the quotes for yourself. Anyway, here goes; after reading this, if you feel that you want me to give out more quotes by writing another blog, please let me know either here or by writing a comment on the YouTube video you just watched and clicked on the link to read this.
Grand Theft Auto : Vice City
Tommy Vercetti: What are you doing here?
Lance Vance: Hey, I've been asking around and it's obvious that Diaz jumped the deal and iced my brother.
Tommy Vercetti: And he'll kill you too!
Lance Vance: I can take Diaz!
Tommy Vercetti: No; listen to me! I'll handle Diaz; he's beginning to trust me.
Tommy Vercetti: Okay, what's the emergency? Who?
Earnest Kelly: Tommy... some mob thugs... said they come to take their cut... said it was a Mr. Forello's money. I feel like crap...
Tommy Vercetti: Forelli? Sonny Forelli?
Earnest Kelly: Yeah, that's the guy, I think. They were very insistent...
Tommy Vercetti: Don't you worry, pop. I'm not angry with you. Get him to the hospital.
Earnest Kelly: Tommy, rip that guy a new asshole for me...
Tommy Vercetti: I'm gonna rip him two!
Tommy Vercetti: Hello Sonny.
Sonny Forelli: Tommy! Tommy, it's been too long. I know, I know. You're just overwhelmed with emotion. Fifteen years - seems like only yesterday.
Tommy Vercetti: I guess that's a perspective thing.
Sonny Forelli: Hey, doing time for the family is no piece of cake, but the family looks after its own, ok? So, how'd the deal go down - you sitting on some white gold?
Tommy Vercetti: Look Sonny, we were set up. The deal was an ambush. Harry and Lee are dead.
Sonny Forelli: You better be kidding me Tommy. Tell me you still got the money.
Tommy Vercetti: ...no Sonny...I don't have the money.
Sonny Forelli: That was my money, Tommy, MY MONEY! You better not be screwing me Tommy because you know I'm not a man to be screwed with!
Tommy Vercetti: Wait Sonny. You have my personal assurance that I'm going to get your money back and the drugs. And I'm gonna mail you the dicks of those responsible.
Sonny Forelli: Hey, I already know that. You're not a fool Tommy, but I warn you, neither am I. If it was anybody else you'd be DEAD already. But because it's you, because we got history, I'm gonna let you handle this.
Tommy Vercetti: Look, Sonny, you got my word.
Sonny Forelli: I'll be in touch.
Tommy Vercetti: Who does that guy think he is?! Now I have to dress like a chump as well as hang out with them?! I like this shirt.
Avery: Donald, you just shut up and listen, and you might learn something. Now, nothing brings down real estate prices quicker than a good old-fashioned gang war - 'cept maybe a disaster, like a biblical plague or something, but, that may be going too far in this case. You getting this down, you four-eyed prick? Now recently a Haitian gang lord died. Apparently the Cubans did it, nobody's certain. But let's make them certain! You disguise yourself as a Cuban hombre, and head on down to crash that funeral. Mix it up, and then high tail it. You getting this down, Donald? Well, that ought to put the coyote in the chicken coop, huh? And then we'll just sit back, and watch the prices tumble.
Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas
CJ: Hello? Hey, anybody out here? Truth sent me!
Maccer: Eh! Over 'ere!
CJ: Hey, man, you all right?
Maccer: 'Kin' 'ell, I'm fucking hanging.
Kent Paul: Stone me bloody crows. Where am I?
Maccer: I dunno, mate. I was having a dream; I was wanking over some fat bird's tits when this twat turned up.
Kent Paul: Maccer, you fucking psycho! You did it again, didn't you!
Maccer: That peyote was shite, you were lucky I brought some tabs along!
Kent Paul: I've told you a million times not to put stuff in my fucking drink!
Maccer: Oh, piss off, kidder!
Kent Paul: Who are you again?
Carl Johnson: Oh, I'm a friend of The Truth's. He said you guys might need a ride into town or something.
Maccer: But I'm a fucking raspberry!
Kent Paul: You're not a fucking raspberry!
Maccer: I can't feel me legs, our P. I've wanked the use out of them!
Kent Paul: Just stand up, you soppy cunt. We go through this every weekend.
Maccer tries to stand up.
Maccer: Ah! Ooh!
Carl Johnson: Man, what the hell was y'all doing last night?
Maccer: Anybody got a rag?
Paul hands Maccer a rag. CJ turns away and sighs disgustedly.
Carl Johnson: So, where am I taking y'all?
Kent Paul: I've got a pal, Rosie. He's got some casino gig going down in Venturas. Sweet.
Carl Johnson: Alright.
Maccer goes to hand Paul the rag back.
Kent Paul: Fuck off, string.
Maccer: Oh, charming.
Carl Johnson: Alright, ladies, let's go.
Kent Paul: Come on. Fucking Northerners...
Maccer: Well it felt like I couldn't feel them, honest!
Cluckin' Bell Employee: Can I take your order, please?
Big Smoke: Carl, what do you want? You gotta eat to keep your strength up, man.
Carl Johnson: Hey, I'll take a number 9 - fat boy.
Ryder: Gimme a number 9, just like his.
Sweet: Let me get a number 6 with extra dip.
Big Smoke: I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.
Tenpenny: Carl Johnson. My man. I need you to do me another favor. You killed Pulaski, and now this fat fuck. There's no stopping you. Drop the gun.
(Carl drops his gun.)
CJ: You ain't leaving here alive, man.
Tenpenny: Where's your brother at, huh?
CJ: Why didn't you just shoot me in the back? Feeling exposed, huh?
Tenpenny: Shut your dumb ass up and load the bag. C'mon, let's go, I ain't got no time to fuck with you!
(Tenpenny tosses Carl a suitcase and Carl begins to fill it with money from Smoke's safe.)
CJ: So what it's like, Tenpenny, huh? All alone, nobody got your back. Suck, huh?
Tenpenny: Why you think am alone? I got a couple of rookies outside. But I gotta open their eyes slowly, you know - a little truth here, a little truth there... A'ight, fuck it, that's enough. Chuck it over, I've got a firetruck to catch.
CJ: You're crazy man, you lost it... you're gone.
Tenpenny: Half the city's looking for cops to kill, Carl. And I ain't about to get dragged out of a patrol car and get beaten to death by some angry mob. No, no...Not tonight.
(Carl tosses Tenpenny the suitcase with money and he picks it up.)
CJ: What you catching, a plane?
Tenpenny: Ding ding ding ding ding, good answer Carl! You know, your gonna thank me one day - for opening your fucking eyes. OH! I almost forgot, Carl! Time to die.
CJ: Uh, Sweet!
Tenpenny: What?
(Tenpenny turns around for a second and Carl leaps to the side, grabbing his gun.)
Tenpenny: Mother f-...
(Tenpenny shoots at Carl, but misses. He then grabs the suitcase with money and begins to back away towards the door)
Tenpenny: It ain't over Carl, it ain't over.
Carl Johnson: Eh man, I'm running low.
Ryder: I got a 'K here!
Carl Johnson: This fucking antique?
Ryder: Yeah, well,.. Emmet ain't the Pentagon!
Carl Johnson: You got it off Emmet? Shit...
(Madd Dogg, Carl Johnson find OG Loc being interviewed.)
Madd Dogg: You fucking phonies! Sum' bitch! Gimme my rhyme book! Gimme back my chain! Gimme back my hoes!
Carl Johnson: He bustin' out! Come on, Dogg, let's get him!
Wii Fit
Wii Balance Board: Oh…actually, I won't be much help with training, since you'll be standing on me the whole time.
Paper Mario
Goompapa: Ummmmmm... I just fixed that gate... Nobody say "gate" to me...
Parakarry: Kooper!
Kooper: Huh? Parakarry? What brings you here?
Parakarry: ...Phew! I finally made it. I have a letter for you from Princess Peach.
Kooper: [when Mario is accused of murder] Are you crazy? Do you really think Mario would do something like that?!
General Guy: Go! Attack, Stilt Guys! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Stilt Guys: Yes, sir! Right away, sir!
Bowser: Hey, you, Mario! It's not going to be like before, you mustached loser! Prepare to be beaten!
Twink: Princess Peach! Make a wish! A wish for everyone... you, me, Mario... and everybody in the Mushroom Kingdom!
Bombette: [after blowing up a crack in Crystal Palace so that Mario can get the Red Key to unlock the red door] What? Who are all of you? You're all trying to look like me! Mario... Don't tell me you can't tell which one is the real Bombette! You can tell, right?
Impostor Bombette #1: Hey, I heard that! You're spreading lies, you impostor! I'm the real Bombette!
Impostor Bombette #2: Oh, no, no! Mario. Look carefully at me and you'll know. I'm the real Bombette. It can only be me. These others are all liars.
Impostor Bombette #3: I'm the one! Mario! Me! Don't fall for these tricks! I'll blow you up if you do!
Impostor Bombette #4: I... I'm the real Bombette... Puh... Please... Trust your eyes and look at me... I... I'm not lying...
Bombette: Noooo! I can't bear this! Mario! Smash the impostors with your Hammer! All of you pretending to be me! I can't take it another second!
Impostor Bombette #2: Oh, that's a nice idea. That'll clear all this up.
Impostor Bombette #3: Yes, good idea! I just hate impostors! Mario! I'm the real Bombette so don't you dare hit me!
Tutankoopa: Fool! You have ignored my warning, haven't you? You fool! You will fall to my legions and become a mummy of the sands!
Watt: Hi, mister! I'm Watt. Can I, um, get out of here?
Twink: Mario! Mario! I have news... News from the castle... Gasp! Honorable Star Spirit!
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories
Goon: Giorgio wants his money back!
(Back inside the limo)
Phil Collins: What money? Barry, who are these nutters?
Barry Mickelthwaite: Keep your pretty head down, Phil. Christ on a bike, Vicky! Floor it!
Phil Collins: For crying out loud, Barry. What have you done this time?
Barry Mickelthwaite: I swear on me mother's life...on me dead mother's grave...I don't know what he's on about.
(Victor is talking over the phone while Lance arrives)
Lance Vance: Hey, Vic. Like the new threads?
Victor Vance: Terrifying. I need to use the phone.
(Jerry Martinez picks up the phone)
Jerry Martinez: Yeah?
Victor Vance: Thanks for the coke, Martinez. Now you know how it feels to get fucked.
Jerry Martinez: Oh, you fucked us both, Vic. That coke you ripped off belonged to the Mendez brothers. I was just the shepherd. Now we're all on their shit list, and the only way off is in a fucking bag. I'm turning states. I'm gonna ruin you, your brother, Mendez, everyone. Happy holidays.
(Jerry Martinez hangs up the phone)
Victor Vance: Lance! You useless degenerate asshole!
Victor Vance: Thanks for everything Martinez. You were a great help!
Lance Vance: Okay brother, let's waste these punks!
Victor Vance: Lance, it's done!
Lance Vance: Play time is over, bitches! Lance Vance is about to get brutal on you, and when Lance Vance gets brutal on a lady, somebody starts to cry!
Victor Vance: Lance, Lance. Will you shut up. It's over!
Lance Vance: What? Oh...well, we did it, baby! You and me!
Victor Vance: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Hey, hey, hey listen. Now that things are straight with Diaz, we should get out of town or lay low for a while, you know?
Lance Vance: Yeah, you're right man.
Victor Vance: I'm gonna send some money to Pete!
Lance Vance: Cool, but bro. I don't want you thinking it's all about you...That it's all about you.
Victor Vance: Hey, hey, hey. I don't, I don't. It's all about you, me, Pete and mom, wherever the hell she is...
Lance Vance: But wait, I've been making moves. I got hold of 20 keys man.
Victor Vance: Are you crazy? Get rid of it!
Lance Vance: No. All we gotta do is sit on it, It's hidden out of sight. Out of town man. We lay low and then we sell it.
Victor Vance: No! No, No, I am not interested, got it?
Lance Vance: OK, man. Whatever you say.
Victor Vance: That's right!
Lance Vance: Come on, let's pop!
Victor Vance: Oh yeah? Well Phil says you guys might have some work for me. I'm Vic Vance.
Marty Jay Williams: Yeah. Sure. I got a few things need taking care of right now, as a matter of fact. Drive me. And Louise - you better have this shit cleaned up before I get back. YOU GOT ME?
Victor Vance: Louise? Lance?
Armando Mendez: Do you think your hero enough to bring back the dead?
Victor Vance: Where are they Armando?
Armando Mendez: They're upstairs resting... in peace! Would you like to join them?
Victor Vance: If you've hurt them...
Armando Mendez: Señor, I assure you, they didn't feel a thing. Unfortunately, the same will not be said of you.
End of Quotes
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