Dwayne: You ever spend time inside?
Niko: In prison? Sure, but I never did a long stretch.
Dwayne: It's strange man, you start off worrying about all the usual shit. About some maniac trying to fuck you up the ass, about some other maniac who wants to slash your throat, about the awful food, then that shit ceases to matter.
Dwayne: Yeah, you learn to cope with the environment, make the best of it, learn to scare people away from you, get food smuggled in, you know?
Dwayne: And after a while, you stop hurting, and that ain't the problem at all.
Dwayne: No, the problem is you realize it's all the same shit, in prison, outside, with a woman, on your own, with money, broke, happy, unhappy, it don't mean shit. You realize that life don't mean shit man. You teach yourself to stop caring.
Niko: I know about that.
Dwayne: But it's hard, man. I don't know how to fix that shit. I don't know how to care no more. Damn, listen to me? I'm pathetic.
Dwayne: Let me tell you man, I never wanted to be no drug dealer.
Dwayne: No. I wanted to be... shit, this'll make you laugh... you know what I wanted to be?
Dwayne: I wanted to be a cop.
Niko: Really, Why didn't you become one?
Dwayne: This is twenty years ago - they didn't encourage black policemen back then...
Niko: I guess not.
Dwayne: No... and I couldn't read so good anyway, but I could add up and I could scare people, so I started slinging dope. The money was insane. Crack took off, and it went crazy. I had apartments full of money - whole apartments stuffed with bank notes...
Niko: You're joking, right?
Dwayne: No... never made me happy, though. Made me fucking miserable, paranoid, angry, and I wasn't even smoking the shit! But I was good at it, the best. It was sort of fun, and sort of like living in hell; seeing your old school mates turn into zombies, and knowing they was going to be your best customers. Man, what a fucking life.
Dwayne: Man, life is hard.
Dwayne: I mean, I was never set an example. In prison they had me doing all this therapy bullshit. Discuss your childhood, you know?
Niko: That sounds fun.
Dwayne: My childhood, I was my dad beat my mom. I saw her try so hard. I remember once she got pops some golf club, 'cause his friend had some, thought he could be refined and shit, he was a pimp who couldn't read, fuck only knows what she was thinking, and you know what he did? He broke them over her back. Fucking animal. I was glad when he died.
Niko: Life is tough.
Dwayne: Damn straight.
Niko: Okay... I think.
Dwayne: Yeah, me too. Shit's on the up. I hope. Although as soon as I say that I begin to worry. I remember my dad used to always say, "Expect the worst, then you can only be pleasantly surprised.", he'd say that, then he'd hit me.
Niko: He doesn't sound like a nice man.
Dwayne: Guy was a fucking fool. He got his, though. He tried to rip off some local dealers. I remember the night they killed him. There was a knock at the door. My mom cried, but i don't think she meant it, I hope she didn't. You know what I felt?
Dwayne: I felt nothing man. Nothing. Not happy, not sad. Just nothing. My pop's dead, and I didn't feel a damn thing. Shit is fucked up.
Dwayne: Man, we gonna have some fun... at least we better.
Niko: I hope so.
Dwayne: Me too. You promised.
Niko: No, I said let's hang out. If we have fun, it is up to you as much as me.
Dwayne: People always let you down.
Niko: I'm not letting you down.
Dwayne: Yeah, no, I know, man, I know. But they do.
Niko: Sure, some people.
Dwayne: Everyone. People only out for one thing - themselves. I always tried to live by a code. To be a man who could look at his self in the mirror. And look where that ended me up. A long stretch, no family, nothing.
Niko: I know, Dwayne, you're a saint. The world's tough, you lived hard... it's always the same shit with you. I saw eight of my best friends killed in a ditch. You are not the only man to have seen bad things.
Dwayne: Shit, man, I'm sorry about that.
Niko: Don't worry about it. Just try to complain less.
Dwayne: You know what, Niko, I always thought of myself as a good person.
Niko: I know. You have high moral standards. For a crack dealer and killer, I mean.
Dwayne: I know. It's ridiculous, look at what I became.
Niko: No need to explain to me. I am a long way from a virtuous man.
Dwayne: But at the time, fifteen years ago or more now, shit was crazy. I knew it was wrong, but I felt like I didn't have a choice. I had no education, I had nothing. Nothing to eat, nowhere to live, and suddenly I was clearing fifty Gs a week. I looked after people and I looked after myself. Shit felt wrong, but it let me do good. I don't know. I can't decide if all the people whose lives was ruined by crack were my fault, or if I was just taking money any fool would have taken. I don't guess it matters too much now.
Dwayne: Know what? Man... I grew up real poor.
Niko: Me too.
Dwayne: And I remember the first time I had ten grand in my hand - after I began dealing and shit. I had ten grand. Felt good, for a while. Because I came from nothing. We didn't have shit. Only an old TV, only old clothes, no books, always the struggle, and suddenly I had a shit load of money. Crazy, man. You can't ever know what's it like, unless you been real poor. I can't explain that shit.
Niko: Where I grew up, we had no electricity until I was twelve.
Dwayne: Oh. Shit. My bad.
Niko: No problem.
Dwayne: Man, I miss Playboy.
Niko: I'm sorry.
Dwayne: I mean you, we did what had to be done, but it's a shame.
Dwayne: I remember when I met him - he was always a bright kid, but he had no street knowledge. He wanted to be in the game, but he didn't know the rules. We was closer than brothers.
Niko: Things change.
Dwayne: Things shouldn't fucking change. Things hurt man. They hurt. Why you so cold?
Niko: I've seen a lot of friends kill each other. You're not so very different.
Dwayne: You know what?
Dwayne: I may be fucking nothing in this life, but there is one thing I ain't, I ain't a fucking snitch. When I die, I can meet my maker knowing I did not rat people out.
Dwayne: When I got arrested, they offered me all kinds of deals - take 8 years off my sentence, money in off shore accounts, crazy shit. I never did it. If I had done, life wouldn't have made sense.
Niko: Good for you.
Dwayne: But I know somebody talked to send me down. Guess people gotta live with theirselves.
Dwayne: How you doing?
Dwayne: I'm depressed.
Niko: You're always depressed!
Dwayne: I know. It's ridiculous. I need some medication or some shit. Take the edge off.
Niko:' I think you'll be okay.
Dwayne: You know what I miss most about Playboy?
Dwayne: He was like my kid brother - he was like my family. Man, what I want most ain't a job or nothing. It's a fucking family. I want to be a dad.
Niko: So get married, start dating.
Dwayne: Nah, I've seen too much man, I'm too broken. That shit won't work for me. I missed my chance when I started slinging them drugs. Life got too complicated. I guess I don't believe in second chances, in redemption.
Niko: I don't think I do either.
Dwayne: You know something real embarrassing?
Dwayne: I can hardly fucking read.
Dwayne: Yeah. Hardly at all. I didn't pay any attention at school, never, apart from fighting and beating kids up - the reading bit left me cold, now I can't go for no job because I can't fucking read. It's ridiculous.
Niko: Why don't you try and learn?
Dwayne: Go back to elementary school? I think I'm a bit old for that shit, son.
Dwayne: Man I'm lost, prison really messes you up, man.
Niko: So it seems.
Dwayne: It fucking does.
Dwayne: Fuck you.
Dwayne: This real nice.
Dwayne: Hell nah.
Dwayne: You done set this shit on fire!
Dwayne: It ain't a strike, but it's cool.
Dwayne: We gonna do this.
Dwayne: I'm not going back!
Dwayne: Get your hands off me.
Dwayne: We gonna burn up in this thing.
Dwayne: Don't play me like that, Niko.
Dwayne: What you running ahead for?
Dwayne: I like to play your ass at basketball.
Dwayne: I'm still on parole, man. Lost them.
Dwayne: Lose five-O, Niko.
Dwayne: Lay down some fire.
Dwayne: I ain't no good at this shit.
Dwayne: Why you wasting your time on this thing anyway?
Dwayne: Yeah, that's cool.
Dwayne: Don't touch my shit.
Dwayne: It's nice to get out of the house, you know?
Dwayne: Get up on out of here.
Dwayne: I can't listen to this, I'm changing it.
Dwayne: They didn't have this in the joint. That's the problem.
Dwayne: I can't hear myself talk.
Dwayne: Damn, I was thinking about pussy yesterday. Let's do this.
Dwayne: I ain't completely useless no matter what they say.
Dwayne: Yeah, that it.
Dwayne: Hell, Niko, no.
Dwayne: Aight, we roll.
Dwayne: What the kids listening to nowadays?
Dwayne: You got a nice action.
Dwayne: You done this before.
Dwayne: This is fun. Yeah.
Dwayne: Yo, you got the time?
Dwayne: Niko, how much you play this thing?
Dwayne: Let's go.
Dwayne: I might be good at a game where you can deal drugs and steal shit.
Dwayne: Bitches, bitches, bitches.
Dwayne: We about to feel some heat.
Dwayne: Why you getting ahead?
Dwayne: Yeah, I'm about ready to get some wood.
Dwayne: Help me out.
Dwayne: Guess I had to win something sometime.
Dwayne: Damn stupid bowling ball.
Dwayne: Oh, hell, no, I'm staying with the bitches.
Dwayne: Something wrong with this thing.
Dwayne: I thought you'd be good at this shit.
Dwayne: You was alright.
Dwayne: You ain't is you?
Dwayne: You got some mad skills.
Dwayne: Cover me, son.
Dwayne: I'm taking you with me.
Dwayne: That were fine, son.
Dwayne: Me and Playboy used to play this shit. Course I'd always win.
Dwayne: I'm hoping you didn't see who you was jacking.
Dwayne: Cool, that ain't bad.
Dwayne: Can't we do something else, son?
Dwayne: I ain't even think I was gonna win that.
Dwayne: Be cool, Niko. I'm gonna check out the cooch up in here.
Dwayne: You good, Niko, you good.
Dwayne: Get up in here.
Dwayne: Shit, why can't I do good in the real world?
Dwayne: Shit, man, I got lucky.
Dwayne: We rolling or what?
Dwayne: Shit, this ain't the game for me.
Dwayne: I ain't going down.
Dwayne: Alright, yeah, a strike! That's cool.
Dwayne: Forward, yeah!
Dwayne: Just a game.
Dwayne: I ain't going another bid.
Dwayne: Damn, you gonna fuck me over in the end?
Dwayne: I don't think none of these balls is heavy enough for me.
Dwayne: Son, let me put it on a real station.
Dwayne: That's okay.
Dwayne: Hell, son, mind if we just chill?
Dwayne: At least we do a big together if they get us.
Dwayne: I like it how you and me can sit in silence.
Dwayne: Niko, I leave you in peace. I'm sure a player like you has got shit to do up in here.
Dwayne: Nice playing with you, son.
Dwayne: If I hadn't played basketball when I was young, I'd be better at this shit.
Dwayne: We gotta bust.
Dwayne: Shit, don't you wanna go outside or something?
Dwayne: Hell, go straight won't you?
Dwayne: It's good how we don't talk the whole time ain't it?
Dwayne: How come everyone I let in close screws me?
Dwayne: What up with that?
Dwayne: Stuff about to explode up in here!
Dwayne: We should just chill and listen to some tunes.
Dwayne: Run, son.
Dwayne: I don't wanna lose no more years.
Dwayne: Jump in the car, son.
Dwayne: It's easy, this bowling shit.
Dwayne: You ain't got a chance, son.
Dwayne: Get us a car.
Dwayne: I got some mad wood up in here.
Dwayne: What you doing?
Dwayne: If I wanted to, I could probably smash those pins.
Dwayne: You got some skills at this shit.
Dwayne: You taking me in the back.
Dwayne: You should stick to stealing cars and shit, not playing these games.
Dwayne: Pull up, son.
Dwayne: Niko, what up?
Dwayne: We don't need to talk none when we got the radio.
Dwayne: Good game. Feels real nice to win something.
Dwayne: You trying to avoid me?
Dwayne: Shit, son, you a backstabber too?
Dwayne: I'm getting tired of this shit.
Dwayne: I got me a strike for real.
Dwayne: Give me some cover!
Dwayne: I had mad bowling skills before I did my bid.
Dwayne: You fancy ass show-off.
Dwayne: You a good player, Niko.
Dwayne: You done good, son.
Dwayne: Wait for my sorry ass.
Dwayne: I see you in a bit. This nigga's gonna go get wood.
Dwayne: If you wanna stay out of the pen as much as me, keep driving.
Dwayne: I don't lay down. Word.
Dwayne: Don't miss, son.
Dwayne: I ain't impressed by this type of shit.
Dwayne: Shows you don't never know who gonna fuck you.
Dwayne: What you doing, son?
Dwayne: Damn, I ain't used to winning.
Dwayne: I'm just starting, son.
Dwayne: I'll put on something you'll like.
Dwayne: Good game. For real.
Dwayne: Hell, Niko, I thought we was cool.
Dwayne: Damn, the ride's on fire!
Dwayne: This fool's eyes starting to hurt.
Dwayne: Get in, boy.
Dwayne: Boot this shit up.
Dwayne: Damn, you an impressive dude, Niko.
Dwayne: We best be leaving.
Dwayne: Hold 'em back for me!
Dwayne: It were nice knowing you, son.
Dwayne: I ain't gonna hold back because it's you, Niko.
Dwayne: Been a while since I got some pussy.
Dwayne: What up with that shit?
Dwayne: Hell, I need cover.
Dwayne: Push in there.
Dwayne: Congratulations, son.
Dwayne: Hell, Niko, this the type of place I like to be in.
Dwayne: Damn, I thought I was gonna do another bid for sure.
Dwayne: Hell, how long we gonna do this for?
Dwayne: You driving, son.
Dwayne: I don't got nothing to live for.
Dwayne: You done?
Dwayne: I ain't driving.
Dwayne: Shit, I done forgot what cooch looked like.
Dwayne: We gonna do this?
Dwayne: Don't mean nothing in the real world.
Dwayne: I thought five-O had us, son.
Dwayne: This ain't conducive to conversating.
Dwayne: This place didn't look so stupid, I'd play more.
Dwayne: Real gentlemen's place.
Dwayne: What I get for that?
Dwayne: Yeah, all this cooch is driving me mad. Let's bounce.
Dwayne: Hell nah.
Dwayne: We ghosting, quick.
Dwayne: Move in, son.
Dwayne: Okay, I'm doing good.
Dwayne: This what I'm talking about. Real classy joint.
Dwayne: Shit, it ain't even my birthday!
Dwayne: You mind if I change it over?
Dwayne: Hell, son.
Dwayne: Son, you drive.
Dwayne: Hell, son, you good at this.
Dwayne: I ain't had wood in a long time. I'm staying up in here.
Dwayne: Hell, you should turn pro at this shit.
Dwayne: This "look, don't touch" shit was getting to me anyway.
Dwayne: Come on, Niko.
Dwayne: Yeah, cool, I ain't bad.
Dwayne: You're going out for good.
Dwayne: Niko, you cold.
Dwayne: That was some good driving, Niko.
Dwayne: Where the wheels at?
Dwayne: Hell, Niko, a kid could beat your ass at this thing.
Dwayne: I ain't so bad at this.
Dwayne: Fucking five-O!
Dwayne: I'm using that ball next time.
Dwayne: I thought we was close, Niko.
Dwayne: We need us a ride.
Dwayne: Yeah, for sure.
Dwayne: That's okay, I got them.
Dwayne: You got the wheel on this one.
Dwayne: Shit, you can't pull a fool away from these bitches.
Dwayne: Damn, Niko.
Dwayne: I'd fuck the shit out of these women... if I wasn't a gentlemen.
Dwayne: You messing with a gangster, fool.
Dwayne: Shit, this where I wanna be. Fuck that other shit.
Dwayne: You got mad skills, son.
Dwayne: Sorry, son, I ain't leaving yet.
Dwayne: You did good there.
Dwayne: This shit gonna blow!
Dwayne: Yeah, you the man.
Dwayne: I'm gonna get check some shit out.
Dwayne: Shit, five-O ain't taking me.
Dwayne: You done finished it.
Dwayne: Don't worry if you ain't good at this thing.
Dwayne: I ain't doing no bid!
Dwayne: It's over for you.
Dwayne: I ain't into this new shit but let's see what's on the radio.
Dwayne: I can't afford to stay in this place much longer anyway.
Dwayne: For sure, for sure.
Dwayne: Yo, I'm gonna turn this down.
Dwayne: Uh huh, yeah!
Dwayne: How we gonna get around with a ride?
Dwayne: This a punk's game.
Dwayne: You in charge, son.
Dwayne: Get away from them, son.
Dwayne: This was a lot easier before I did my bid.
Dwayne: Five-O always trying to bring a man down.
Dwayne: You alright.
Dwayne: You just showing off.
Dwayne: Let's cruise and listen to some music.
Dwayne: Least I can do something.
Dwayne: Get in the ride.
Dwayne: Damn, son, I'm your friend.
Dwayne: You ready, son?
Dwayne: This shit is burning.
Dwayne: You like music, Niko? We'll see what's on.
Dwayne: I like to get wood on my own, son.
Dwayne: You the top dog now.
Dwayne: Shit, Niko, that weren't cool.
Dwayne: Shit, son.
Dwayne: I got lead in me.
Dwayne: I done been shot.
Dwayne: I never trusted bikes.
Dwayne: Easy, son.
Dwayne: My fucking balls.
Dwayne: Damn, son.
Dwayne: Hell, this was a nice car.
Dwayne: You done hurt my neck.
Dwayne: What you playing at?
Dwayne: What's going on?
Dwayne: Why you driving like this?
Dwayne: Come on, son.
Dwayne: Don't be crashing this car.
Dwayne: Control this shit.
Dwayne: Be easy, son.
Dwayne: You making me uncomfortable up in here.
Dwayne: You don't have to go this fast, man.
Dwayne: Shit, son, I ain't in no hurry.
Dwayne: I ain't in a rush, slow it down.
Dwayne: Come on, son, we got all day.
Dwayne: You done flipped this thing.
Dwayne: Yo, what is this shit?
Dwayne: Damn, son, we upside down!
Dwayne: Hell, no, I don't ride on my head.
Dwayne: Keep the wheels on the road, son.
Dwayne: You cold, son.
Dwayne: That ain't cool.
Dwayne: There was no need for that.
Dwayne: Poor sucker.
Dwayne: They weren't expecting that.
Dwayne: That were unlucky.
Dwayne: That ain't right.
Dwayne: Life is cold, man.
Dwayne: You one fancy punk.
Dwayne: There ain't nothing wrong with staying on the road!
Dwayne: Why you need to hit that jump?
Dwayne: I don't like heights!
Dwayne: This how I like to roll.
Dwayne: See? We ain't in no hurry.
Dwayne: Hell, I just like rolling with my boy.
Dwayne: In prison we was always in a hurry. It's good to chill.
Dwayne: We got all the time in the world.
Dwayne: Nice speed, Niko. Real relaxing.
Dwayne: There's the five-O.
Dwayne: There's the popo.
Dwayne: Cops is there.
Dwayne: Shit, five-O.
Dwayne: Hell, it's five-O, son.
Dwayne: There's the cops, son.
Dwayne: Let's roll.
Dwayne: Come on, son.
Dwayne: Come on, son.
Dwayne: It's on.
Dwayne: I'm in.
Dwayne: I'm down, bitch.
Dwayne: Get down.
Dwayne: Hit the floor, son.
Dwayne: Get your ass down.
Dwayne: Come on, test me.
Dwayne: I hope you ready for this.
Dwayne: You better know what you're in for.
Dwayne: We do this now.
Dwayne: Let's scrap, punk.
Dwayne: You getting sloppy.
Dwayne: What you doing?
Dwayne: Shit, Niko.
Dwayne: Watch yourself.
Dwayne: I'm gonna slap you so stupid.
Dwayne: You crossed me now there ain't no holding back.
Dwayne: I'm taking you down, son.
Dwayne: You a snake like Playboy.
Dwayne: We coulda been friends.
Dwayne: I thought we was gonna be friends? Shit.
Dwayne: You just playing right?
Dwayne: This a joke, right?
Dwayne: Hell, son, ease up.
Dwayne: Don't be so aggressive, Niko.
Dwayne: You don't wanna be angering me, son.
Dwayne: Be cool, Niko.
Dwayne: Chill out, son.
Dwayne: Don't do that again.
Dwayne: Return this shit to its owner.
Dwayne: You given this back.
Dwayne: Hell no.
Dwayne: Give it up.
Dwayne: Aw, this is the shit!
Dwayne: This a mad joint!
Dwayne: I like this.
Dwayne: I can feel this shit.
Dwayne: I like this for real.
Dwayne: I'll take more than that.
Dwayne: I ain't gonna go down easy, son.
Dwayne: You a fake, Niko.
Dwayne: You a cold punk, Niko.
Dwayne: Shit, you ain't worth nothing.
Dwayne: Fuck you.
Dwayne: Take cover.
Dwayne: Get behind some cover, son.
Dwayne: Watch out, get in cover.
Dwayne: You need to be in cover.
Dwayne: There you are.
Dwayne: I see you.
Dwayne: You about to get one.
Dwayne: Got a punk in my sight.
Dwayne: I'm taking down a bitch.s
Dwayne: We been through this.
Dwayne: Whoa, that's a nice piece.
Dwayne: What you trying to prove?
Dwayne: Get that outta my face.
Dwayne: Hell, son, what's up?