Well, screw you Niko and fatty Roman!

Hey? Yo? I'm a gun club member. I'm gonna take these rookies downtown. Are you with me? Hey, what's your name, son?

Yokel, fatty Roman's cousin. What's your name again?

Rocket Launcher, BO!!

FIB? Do I look homosexual?

Did they die of natural causes?

War is when the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing each other.

Good lad. You got any drugs on you, boy?

We're talking, not having casual sex, Patrick... I pray after the amount of practice you've had you'd know the difference.

Ancelotti's, eh? I can't tell none of those wop families apart. Ancelotti's, Gambino's, Pecorino's.

Now you've said bloody Ireland, that's gonna narrow the search ain't it?

The manager of one of his waste depots was holding out on profits a couple a years back. Ray fed him to a dump truck.

I know how it is? Yeah, I know how it is sitting around with two million dollars worth of stolen ice, waiting to get jumped. If that's what you mean, brains. Were you followed?

Ah these kids come and go. It ain't worth paying attention to them until they prove they can survive. I just move on and hire some wannabe wiseguys off the street.

Alright, alright. It's just that if we get caught on this one, you and me is going down for a long time. And that means that certain people is gonna assume we'll rat.

Well, son ain't too diesel or nothing, he a regular looking dude, nahmean? Now he don't flash his guap too much, but you can see it in his eye, that he a hustler.

Playboy don't wanna hang no more. He pays for you to come over instead.

Sure let's do this. Nothing like selling some dope to let you know you're alive.

Jacob tells me it wasn't him. But some people he introduced me to have ripped me off big time. And put the heat on me.

You know, these streets is mine man! I can feel them flowing through my veins.

You earned it, and I can't have my boy rolling in anything but serious genetically different winner style. You know?

Get out of the dumpster Mr. Fat Man. Come on, fatty, the boss wants a little chat

You were about to cut up some guy in my house, making all that noise, to find out he is his cousin? Where did you find this idiot?

Ya know, when ya have people dat knock upon people door an' ting, ya have fe careful an' ting.

I know you killed Mikhail Faustin. I know a group of Russians want you dead. I know you ain't no saint, boy.

Boss... Peg, is that you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Niko, It's been a long time. I thought your time in America might have calmed you down.

Put it like this, my boys are out of control, my daughter can't find a man, and my husband is in hell. I'm thinking... God moves in mysterious ways

Some gimp work for the Pegorino's. Oh please... I'd do it myself, but I think I'm being watched by the cops, someone. I think I'm about to get pinched again.

Cops, earn some of my tax dollars. This creep's kidnapping me.