Trevor Philips

Oh, I'm that kind of person, Floyd! I am that kind of person! Now, let's get you, Wade and that... little tormentor down there, to put these on.

Now you're starting to grasp the pertinent questions. Who is this guy using my dead friend's tired-ass movie quotes? With my dead friend's alias? And my dead friend's family? In a house that must have been paid for with my dead friend's stashed millions?

This is your daughter. You should be wanting to rip the fucking ponytail off the back of this guy's head!

Hey, why don't you stick to doing fucking crunches and feeking bad about yourself, alright, pork chop?

You called her a bitch. Ain't you got a mother?

Alright, I'm here. What do I do?

Well what, Ron?

We don't have to think about the Lost no more. Let's go find my old buddy.

Anything weird about that?

Find him, Wade

Somebody say yoga?

You gotta be a sick fuck to want to be a dentist.

No. Not nothing. What? What? Don't make me say it a third time...

Maybe by throwing your fat carcass over the side.

Uh, you're what?

I've always hated that chopper. Just fuckin' drive! You're bikers!

We'll get him. We'll get him.

We ain't going to lose the cops on these things.

Are you trying to fucking annoy me? Huh?

Hey, why don't you stick to doing fucking crunches and feeking bad about yourself, alright, pork chop?