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'''Niko''': See you later. | '''Niko''': See you later. | ||
''(Niko arrives at the old hospital)'' | |||
'''Spanish Lord''': This is scale fish. Imported straight from Bolivia, manito. Polvo puro. The best, man. | |||
'''Biker''': You're in America now. The best of everything gets made here. If the best stuff got made in Mexico or Columbia or wherever, why do you all run across the border? Tell me that. | |||
==Post mission phone call== | ==Post mission phone call== | ||
Revision as of 11:32, 17 July 2014
Script
Little Jacob: Ah bang ya in ya bloodclot Ya have fe come satta, me nah pusshole.
Elizabeta: Yeah? Fuck you, fucking reggae idiot bitch.
Little Jacob: Wha' ya wan' do? Ya wan' bloodclot?! Coz ya nah even bambaclot ready, ya know?!
Elizabeta: Stop speaking that gibberish.
Little Jacob: Fat bumbaclot pussyhole gal, you know this? Shot ya in ya bumbaclot... 'ey yo! Don't touch this!
Elizabeta: Fuck you!
Niko: Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? What's wrong?
Elizabeta: Jacob here... you know Jacob?
Niko: Yes.
Elizabeta: 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. I know they did. Or someone did.
Niko: Alright, alright, alright.
Little Jacob: Ah not my fault, ya know, rasta? Ah not my bloodclot fault.
Elizabeta: Well, not your fault...
Little Jacob: Ya nah come in'na me face!
Elizabeta: Alright! You better hope Niko can make this right for you then.
Little Jacob: Or what?
Elizabeta: Or we've got a big fucking problem, rasta. Niko, go do this fools job for him.
Niko: Yeah, I got it.
Little Jacob: Watch me and her... watch me and...
Niko: See you later.
(Niko arrives at the old hospital)
Spanish Lord: This is scale fish. Imported straight from Bolivia, manito. Polvo puro. The best, man.
Biker: You're in America now. The best of everything gets made here. If the best stuff got made in Mexico or Columbia or wherever, why do you all run across the border? Tell me that.