User:Gta-mysteries/Unused Dialogue

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A Dish Served Cold

Russian: A man is on the boat, watch for him.

Russian: Dimitri don't want to see you.

Russian: Dimitri say I have to kill you now, too bad.

Russian: Get out of here, we don't need no more hands.

Russian: He is going for Dimitri.

Russian: Hey, you ain't got no business here.

Russian: I got orders that says you don't come on this ship.

Russian: I promised myself I wouldn't kill nobody today. By coming on ship, you have made me break promise!

Russian: I told you to piss off.

Russian: Protect Dimitri and the heroin.

Russian: Secure the cargo hold. There an unknown on the ship.

Russian: Secure the hold, secure cargo hold. Enter lock down.

Russian: Secure the shipment, lock down the cargo hold.

Russian: There is an intruder on the ship.

Russian: We have an intruder on the ship, beware.

Russian: We have intruder, lock down cargo hold.

Russian: We must stop him from getting into the hold.

Russian: You don't belong here, Slav.

Russian: You had the warning, now you get the bullets.

Russian: You should have listened you dumb Slav, now you dead.

A Long Way to Fall

Gangster: Who the fuck are you?

A Revenger's Tragedy

Little Jacob: Cha, dat are some dangerous shit.

Little Jacob: Cha, Dimitri lose us and ting.

Dimitri: Cha, him always get away from us.

Little Jacob: Climb in, Niko.

Mafia: Come on, how's this guy still alive? Kill him.

Little Jacob: Come on, Niko. Grab on.

Little Jacob: Come on, Niko. You need fe get under me chopper. Grab on!

Little Jacob: Dat's what friends are for ya know, rasta.

Niko: Dimitri Rascalov, I'm coming for you!

Little Jacob: Dimitri still out dere, ya know. We can get him still, ya know.

Little Jacob: Dis is for Roman.

Little Jacob: Dis over for ya, ya bumba clot.

Little Jacob: Dis ras clot be too high fe shoot from down here.

Little Jacob: Don't worry, rasta. Dere's gonna be another opportunity, and I gwan get him for Roman.

Little Jacob: Feel me teeth, Dimitri.

Little Jacob: Get closer to di chopper so I and I can get to dis ras clot.

Little Jacob: Get closer to me chopper Niko. You need fe grab on.

Little Jacob: Get into the chopper, Niko.

Little Jacob: Get lower so I and I can punish him raas!

Little Jacob: Get me in closer fe shoot di ras clot.

Little Jacob: Get under me chopper, Niko.

Little Jacob: Get up inna here.

Little Jacob: Get up so me can get some shots in , Niko.

Little Jacob: Get we in closer so we can kill di bumb clot.

Little Jacob: He getting away!

Russian: He is only one Slav, you powerful Americans must be able to kill him.

Mafia: Hey Russians. Fucking whack this guy already.

Niko: Hold on, Jacob. We're going down!

Little Jacob: I ain't close enough fe take out di bumba clot down, yet.

Niko: I am not waiting to find him as long as I waited for Darko Brevic.

Little Jacob: I an' I is too low. Get me some height.

Little Jacob: I can't be doing no shooting from above. Get down.

Little Jacob: I can't catch a ras clot if we crash, ya know, Niko.

Mafia: I don't trust these fucking Russian crooks. They're all gangsters.

Mafia: I hope you ain't killing this guy because he sounds funny too.

Little Jacob: I need fe get up fe shoot him, come on.

Mafia: I never thought I'd be working with the reds.

Niko: I think we're in trouble. Hold onto something.

Russian: I thought you were big bad Mafia, why do you need our help to kill this Slav?

Niko: If I had got onto the chopper, shit. Dimitri must still be in Liberty City.

Little Jacob: Jacob, I lost Dimitri. He's still out there.

Little Jacob: Jump up, me breda. Do it.

Little Jacob: Keep your eyes dem open, Niko.

Little Jacob: Land pon de island, make sure him dead.

Russian: Make sure it is Russian bullet that kill this idiot.

Little Jacob: Me can't shoot at Dimitri from up here. Bring it down.

Little Jacob: Me can't shoot di bumba clot from back here, ya know.

Little Jacob: Me get de dogheart. Dimitri's chopper gwan down pon the island.

Little Jacob: Me need fe take out him engine, get close.

Little Jacob: Niko, watch where you flying.

Russian: Piece of shit... eat hard metal!

Little Jacob: Rasta, you need fe get closer.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, dat was close.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, we nearly had him.

Little Jacob: Roman dead because of you!

Mafia: Something ain't right about these commies. Why ain't they killed him yet?

Little Jacob: Stop fucking around out there, Niko. Get in.

Niko: Thanks for coming to get me, Jacob. I thought he was getting away.

Mafia: The Russians pissed this guy off, they should kill him.

Mafia: There's something up with that Dimitri guy.

Russian: These idiot gangsters are gonna lose this fight for us.

Mafia: These Ruskies better not try and screw the Peg.

Niko: We do not want to take any chances.

Little Jacob: We got too much altitude, Niko. Get lower.

Niko: We must still be able to find him.

Niko': We need to get him soon. Goodbye, Jacob.

Little Jacob: We need to have some height so me can shoot him, Niko.

Russian: We will show these Americans how real men fight.

Niko: We're gonna crash, Jacob. Hold on!

Little Jacob: What you doing? Get in.

Little Jacob: Ya a mafia don, ya know, Niko. Take control of this ting. You got de flying skills.

Little Jacob: Ya ain't going anywhere, ya ras clot.

Little Jacob: You going down, Dimitri.

Little Jacob: You need fe grab on to me chopper, Niko.

Russian: You stupid Americans better not get us killed.

Little Jacob: You too high, rasta. Bring it down.

Actions Speak Louder than Words

Niko: Gerry, I didn't blow the bomb after Tony got back to his crew.

Niko: I don't know what's happened to that bomb.

Gerald: Shit, that's too bad. I trust you did all you could for them. Come back and see me.

Babysitting

Derrick: A whole lot of money and a good Korean kid ain't around no more because of you.

Derrick: Bastards.

Derrick: Check aft... behind... the rear.

Derrick: Check right, me man.

Derrick: Check right, Niko.

Derrick: Check the portside.

Derrick: Christ alive, they're attacking from the shoreline.

Derrick: Christ, the notes may be fake but these bullets ain't. Get close to Kim.

Derrick: Come on, get 'em.

Derrick: Come on, me boy. Get closer to Kim.

Derrick: Damn, looks lie Kim's fish food.

Derrick: Dead ahead, me boy.

Derrick: Don't leave him alone out there, Niko.

Derrick: Don't shoot Kim. The fucking notes might catch fire.

Derrick: Don't worry Kim, we're looking after you.

Derrick: Drop that chopper, Niko. Come on.

Derrick: Eyes aft, Niko.

Derrick: Eyes left.

Derrick: Eyes to the front, man.

Derrick: Eyes to the starboard bow.

Derrick: Fuck you all.

Derrick: Fuck! You'd think the Coastguard has drowning kids to save.

Derrick: Fuck, he's come all this way and it looks like he's gonna end up in the drink.

Derrick: Fuck, imagine who'd turn up if it was real notes he was bringing into the country.

Derrick: Fuck, that boat ain't looking too fresh.

Derrick: Get closer to him, Niko.

Derrick: Get me back to land. I'll give you a call.

Derrick: Get over it, Derrick. He was a smuggler and the cash was fake. I'll see you around.

Derrick: Good thing the DTs ain't come in yet.

Derrick: Here come some Fed boats.

Derrick: He's earning that money alright.

Derrick: He's going to wish he never left home.

Derrick: He's paying for protection, Niko. Protect him, why don't ya.

Derrick: He's taking a beating.

Derrick: Him and them notes ain't gonna do shit for us no more. Let's go back to land.

Derrick: Hold tight, Kim.

Derrick: I ain't burnt out yet.

Derrick: I ain't going for a swim with ya, Niko. Later on.

Derrick: I don't reckon he's gonna hold up much longer.

Derrick: I don't reckon this vessel will hold up much longer.

Derrick: I guess I'm driving myself back. Bye.

Derrick: I guess someone tipped these guys off.

Derrick: I guess these guys want a slice of Kim's pie.

Derrick: I may be jonesing but I can still shoot straight.

Kim: I never get tired of this shit!

Derrick: I think we're springing some leaks.

Derrick: I thought you was taking me to the coast? See ya, man.

Derrick: I wasn't prepared for this type of attack.

Derrick: I wouldn't fuck with you, Niko.

Derrick: Incoming. More fucking Coastguard.

Derrick: It ain't personal.

Derrick: Jesus, helicopters ain't my idea of fun.

Derrick: Jesus, I think this ship's about to go down with us in it.

Derrick: Jesus, Niko. Don't let him hang like this.

Derrick: Jesus. Here are the reinforcements.

Derrick: Kim ain't looking too good.

Derrick: Kim needs help, Niko.

Derrick: Kim, we got you and them notes looked after.

Derrick: Look out, they're coming from behind.

Derrick: Look right, me bow.

Derrick: Looks like we're about to end up in the drink, Niko.

Derrick: McRearys don't fuck about.

Derrick: Meet me at the jetty off a Rand Avenue. I need some help with something.

Derrick: More on the coast. They really want to take us down.

Derrick: Nice one, me boy.

Derrick: Niko, me boy. Packie tells me you got some sea legs on ya.

Derrick: Not such a warm welcome, is it?

Derrick: Nothing like thieves thieving off a thieves.

Derrick: On the right, boy.

Derrick: Port. Port. Look left.

Derrick: Right in front of us, Niko.

Derrick: Shit, can't they let us go about our activities in peace.

Derrick: Shit, Derrick. You sound almost like a human being. I might just see you there.

Derrick: Shit, I think he ain't gonna last much longer.

Derrick: Shit, it's an air raid.

Derrick: Shit, look to the rear.

Derrick: Shit, Niko. Our boat's about to fall apart.

Derrick: Shit, Niko. The Korean and his notes need our help.

Derrick: Shit, there goes pay day. At least he died rich, eh?

Derrick: Shit, they off to the left.

Derrick: Shit, we let the poor kid down.

Derrick: Shit. They're on the coastline. Can't even dock here.

Derrick: Sink those bastards.

Derrick: Sorry, fella.

Kim: Thank you.

Kim: Thanks.

Derrick: That ain't good news. Take me back to land.

Derrick: That's what everyone in this country wants, right?

Derrick: The bastards are firing from the shore.

Derrick: The fucks have gone airborne.

Derrick: The old dog still got some tricks.

Derrick: They got the whole navy tonight!

Derrick: They're behind us.

Derrick: They're buzzing us like hornets up there. Christ.

Derrick: They're coming at us head on, Niko.

Derrick: They're off of the fore deck.

Derrick: They're on the left.

Derrick: They're punishing him out there.

Derrick: Think of them Notes, Niko. Protect Kim's boat.

Derrick: This is a full on land and sea assault.

Derrick: This is nothing, Kim. You and them notes are gonna be fine.

Kim: This is what gets me out of bed in the morning!

Derrick: Watch it, we're meant to be protection Kim, not sinking him.

Derrick: You can't leave those notes out there without protection, Niko.

Derrick: You got a fucking death wish?

Derrick: You got in me way.

Derrick: You know how to handle yourself, Niko.

Derrick: You trying to fucking sink us?

Derrick: You were meant to use that on choppers. Not the guy we're protection.

Bleed Out

Bledar: Back off.

Roman: Dardan's left his car, he trying to get away on foot.

Roman: Go after him, finish him off. I would do it but I'm hurt, you know? Urgh.

Roman: Hey Dardan, you missed your party.

Niko: Hey, that's a nice view.

Bledar: I won't take no shits.

Niko: I'm on my way, Roman.

Dardan: Motherfucker!

Bledar: Motherfucker.

Roman: My cab, Niko. The cab is fucked.

Roman: Nice one, cousin. Drive back to the depot, these bruises are starting to really hurt.

Roman: Niko, come help me... quickly.

Roman: Niko, get here quickly. This is getting out of hand.

Bledar: Piece of crap

Bledar: Screw you.

Kalem: Stay down, fat man.

Niko: We shall see. I have reasons to remember it.

Niko: We're coming for you, Dardan.

Kalem: You better not try to get up, fatty.

Niko: You better run fast.

Kalem: You're not going anywhere.

Blood Brothers

Derrick: Jesus. Frankie, I'm sorry. May God forgive us for what we've done.

Derrick: May God forgive us for what we've done.

Blow Your Cover

Playboy X: Come over there and you'll see what it's like rolling with the big boys.

Playboy X: For real. My crib's over on Gavelston Avenue in North Holland.

Playboy X: I ain't doing a bid for this shit. Stick to me, player.

Playboy X: I'm all alone up here.

Niko: Is that how things go?

Playboy X: Maybe I do got work for y'all.

Playboy X: Niko, I need you, player.

Playboy X: Niko, money, yo this ain't cool.

Playboy X: That was crazy, money. You a good man to have around when the shit goes down.

Playboy X: This making me uncomfortable. Where're you?

Playboy X: Where you at, money?

Niko: Yeah?

Playboy X: Yo. Money. Follow me.

Bull in a China Shop

Shopkeeper: Big man with the big bat. I so impressed.

Niko: But you know that there is nothing stopping me from coming back here and smashing it in your face.

Vlad: Come to the bar.

Niko: Fine.

Niko: For the record, I don't take orders from Vlad. I'm just doing a favor for my cousin.

Niko: From people like me.

Niko: Hello, you got some nice stuff in here.

Shopkeeper: Hey, don't hurt me. Vlad say you too stupid to understand his orders.

Niko: I can smell you too.

Niko: I did what you said, I got your money.

Shopkeeper: I don't give no shit about you Russians.

Niko: I gave him the vodka.

Niko: I hope you don't mind.

Shopkeeper: I paid you all the money I had. There's no more.

Shopkeeper: I thought you were protecting me now?

Niko: I will give you a bottle of vodka now to apologize for what I did.

Vlad: If you give a shit about your fatty cousin's debt then I've got some more work for you.

Shopkeeper: Ok, this not so funny no more.

Niko: Seems careless to not be paying Vlad his protection money?

Shopkeeper: Smash, smash, smash. You boring me.

Shopkeeper: Stupid man, you wasting your time.

Vlad: Take this bottle of Cherenkov. Say you're sorry and you won't do it again.

Vlad: That means don't fucking hurt him, alright. Hear me now?

Vlad: What are you doing hurting my friends, yokel? You trying to make me mad?

Shopkeeper: What are you doing? I pay you already.

Vlad: You kissed and made up, that's sweet.

Niko: You know what, Vlad. I wanted that vodka all to myself, so I got rid of the shop owner.

Vlad: You pathetic halfwit, what if I decide to get rid of your cousin when I next pay him a visit. Shit.

Shopkeeper: Your arm starting to hurt already? I get tired just watching you.

Vlad: You're deaf as well as stupid. That's good to know, yokel. I said scare him, don't hurt him.

Buoys Ahoy

Bernie: Ahhhh.

Bernie: Ahhhhhh! Bryce's boat.

Bernie: Be the water, Niko. Be the waves. Catch them.

Bernie: Bryce's boat is as well, practically.

Bernie: Bryce's boat.

Russian: Dimitri Rascalov sends his regards.

Russian: Do not be fucking with Dimitri Rascalov.

Bernie: Do you think they'll notice that?

Niko: Does this look like the type of place we could hang out, Bernie?

Niko: Hey Bernie, are we cool to stop around here?

Niko: Hey Bernie, I'm going to stop here. That cool with you?

Bernie: How many knots are you doing, Niko?

Bernie: I like them tight but not that tight.

Bernie: I think she suspects. It's a nightmare.

Bernie: I'm at the Pier in Fishmarket South. I need you... now.

Bernie: I've got to get the bitch her dingy. Good luck.

Bernie: I've heard of mud packs but that river is practically sewage.

Bernie: My feet need to feel solid ground, Niko.

Bernie: My hair's going go to go all frizzy.

Bernie: Niko. Jesus. Niko.

Bernie: Ohhhh.

Bernie: So long, sailor. Bernie has a lot of explaining to do.

Bernie: Take them.

Bernie: That cannot be good for your skin.

Bernie: The bitch and her brats will never forgive him. Thanks, Niko.

Bernie: The life at sea is not for me. take me back to terra firma.

Niko: They're gone, Bernie.

Bernie: They're leagues ahead, sweetie. What are you doing?

Bernie: This isn't good.

Bernie: Uh oh.

Bernie: We've got them.

Bernie: We're losing them.

Bernie: You can handle this, right? I need to give Bryce his boat.

No sound files:

• This is a message from Dimitri Rascalov.

• We got you.

• Channel your anger, Niko. Catch up to them.

• Come on, Niko. Put this thing into overdrive.

• Didn't see that one coming, did ya?

• Get me to the coast. I'm done with this.

• Giving it to them from behind.

• His wife is getting on his back about yours truly -

• I wanted to get a tan, not a burn.

• I'm definitely not saying I took this now.

• Move it, sister.

• Niko, they're getting away.

• Ruler of the high seas, Niko Bellic.

• Shit, Bernie, you're in trouble. I'll be there.

• Shoot them.

• Snap to it, sailor. You're losing them.

• So long sailor.

• That singed my eyebrows.

• The bitch ain't gonna be happy.

• There she blows.

• They're getting away.

• They're in our sights.

• You'll catch something.

• You've got more important things to do than backstroke.

Call and Collect

Blackmailer: Ahh, shit. You're the guy.

Francis: At least not tomorrow night that is. I'm watching you.

Blackmailer: Be cool.

Blackmailer: Hey, wait a second. Shit.

Blackmailer: I don't got all day.

Niko: I don't, but no one else does either. They're under the water along with the guy that had them.

Blackmailer: I just wanted the money.

Blackmailer: I shouldn't a got involved.

Blackmailer: I was just talking to you.

Blackmailer: I'll get rid of them, let me live.

Blackmailer: I'm in over my head.

Blackmailer: Peace, dude. Chill!

Blackmailer: Shit, he clearly wants this stuff on the news.

Blackmailer: Something's wrong here.

Francis: Tell me you got the stuff?

Francis: That's a weight off my mind. You don't need to be worrying about me knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

Blackmailer: There are other copies. Don't do this.

Blackmailer: This isn't going to end with my death.

Blackmailer: This isn't right.

Blackmailer: Wouldn't it be easier just to pay?

Blackmailer: You're right there.

Catch the Wave

Phil: I'll see you at the docks in North Holland, Niko.

Phil: Shit Niko, what we meant to do with a boat on dry land?

Phil: That coke's lost. It's lost to us, man. Later.

Phil: We need some wheels.

Phil: We're taking this C to the docks in North Holland. Come on.

Clean Getaway

Gangster: Get your ass up on out of there.

Jimmy: How am I gonna make money without my car?

???: I don't even like strawberries!

Jimmy: I don't owe Vlad shit.

Gangster: Like I said, that's Jimmy's ride.

Gangster: Only Jimmy sits in that seat, cracker.

Jimmy: Vlad can fuck off.

Crime and Punishment

Niko: Finally.

Niko: Got them.

Niko: Here they are.

Niko: Can't you be a bit more specific than South Broker?

Niko: I pulled over a van, it didn't have nay TVs in it.

Dimitri: I'd do it quick, Roman don't look too good.

Dimitri: Mr. Faustin wants those TVs. You do not want him to take out his anger on your cousin. Go.

Niko: No, I haven't nothing yet. Is Roman alright?

Dimitri: Pull over more vans then.

Driver: Talk about dumb criminals.

Dimitri: That's not our problem. Keep pulling them over until you find the one with the TVs.

Dimitri: The truck is driving around South Broker.

Niko: There has to be more than one truck around here.

Dimitri: You have the shipment already? You are good.

Driver: You shoulda believed me, pussy hole.

Dimitri: Your cousin will only be alright when Mr. Faustin has that van. Go and get it for him.

Concrete Jungle

Little Jacob: See da boy go up pon da roof? Get Him! Me cover you.

Little Jacob: We got to get rid a dis whole nest a vipers. Dere be more upstairs.

Little Jacob: Ya best be getting a piece from the trunk, seen?

Little Jacob: Ya best be getting some more teeth from the trunk, seen?

Deconstruction for Beginners

• Can't nobody fuck with your ass.
• Damn, money. I thought you was gonna do this shit for sure.
• Damn, son. You got him good.
• He shoots, he scores.
• I guess you can see that the guy got away.
• I left some heat for you in that car, money. Pop the trunk and take what you need.
• I wouldn't want you after my ass.
• I'm going to call Mr. Yusuf Amir, tell him the good news.
• Keep an eye on that wannabe asshole...
• Looks like that's the last of them. Now you just need to get the hell out of there, money.
• Make sure they dead.
• Nice ride, son. Let's roll.
• Not exactly going to be turning them heads, is it?
• Punish them bitches, for real.
• Shit, you dangerous, boy.
• Shit, you one hardcore motherfucker.
• Show them punkass bitches they be fucking with a businessman.
• The cat going to be back. Hit me up later.
• That fool got taken down.
• That shit looked bad.
• That some crazy shit.
• That's gotta hurt.
• Three pointer at the buzzer.
• What have we here?
• What the fuck's he tryin' to prove?
• What you doin', motherfucker? We need us a ride.
• What you doing? Get that motherfucker, motherfucker.
• Whooooa...
• Yo, can you hear me, player? The thing best be working for your sake.
• Yo, you definitely is from Eastern Europe. Driving this shit.
• You alright, money?
• You just take that shit in your stride.
• You one loco motherfucker.
• You the right man for this job, money.

Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

Patrick: Alright, I think I know who's got the ice. Follow me.

Patrick: Alright, we're meant to meet them around the back a this place. Keep an eye out.

Russian: At least you didn't get what you wanted.

Gracie: Good riddance to the fucking asshole.

Patrick: Gracie's dead.

Patrick: Here we are, the party is happening in the back. Gracie's friends should be waiting.

Niko: Motherfuck. Packie... shit.

Russian: Nobody's having them. Nobody.

Russian: Screw you, screw you all.

Niko: They're bad luck.

Patrick: This is the place, the exchange is happening at the back. Get us in there.

Patrick: We ain't exactly got much to exchange now, do we? Shit.

Russian: You don't get nothing now, you greedy fools.

Russian: You motherfuckers.

Dining Out

Korean: Come back here, we are closed, dick face.

Korean: Get back here dick face. You'll get fucked up in there.

Kim: Get out way.

Korean: Get outta here with your gun, dick face.

Kim: Hey, watch it man.

Brucie: How about you and me do some serious carb loading bro?

Kim: I good friend of that junkie, remember?

Korean: Look where you're going.

Kim: Me and that junkie real close, please.

Kim: Move it, stupid.

Brucie: Niko, it's Brucie baby.

Kim: No do this.

Kim: Please no do this, mister. I have a lot of American money.

Kim: Please, don't.

Niko: Shit man, I can't. I'm already on my way to a Korean place.

Niko: Some other time, okay?

Korean: We closed and we don't want no trouble. Get out.

Kim: What the fuck?

Korean: You don't want to go in there. We're not some normal restaurant.

Korean: You going to have to take that thing outside.

Do You Have Protection

Shopkeeper: A freak like you should get neutered.

Faustin: But in ways that will make money. Come back to my house.

Shopkeeper: Cleaned us out.

Dimitri: Come on, find a car.

Shopkeeper: Control yourself, okay?

Faustin: Do you think that I am not to be obeyed? Come back to see me.

Shopkeeper: Don't fuck around in here.

Niko: Faustin, things got difficult in the shop. I left Dimitri there to deal with it.

Actor: Fuck you all.

Faustin: Fucking control yourself.

Dimitri: Get some transport and take us to Dillon Street in Schottler.

Niko: Great.

Actor: Have a heart.

Actor: Help. Please, no.

Dimitri: His wife, she is a mess. And he does not let up on me. We need the old Mikhail back.

Niko: Things got out of control and I fired all my bullets. Sorry.

Niko: I hurt the guy who works there.

Dimitri: I think you are safe. For the moment at least.

Dimitri: I told you to shot him in the leg. It matters little. Let's get out of here.

Actor: I'm fucking big time, bitches. I'm gonna be a star.

Actor: I'm just in this for the bitches. I don't wanna get hurt! Please. Please. Come on.

Actor: I'm special. I'm different.

Niko: In my experience... most people, once they change, they stay that way.

Dimitri: Mikhail is not most people. He was a great man.

Dimitri: Mikhail seems to go after those close to him, like Illyena.

Actor: Motherfuckers, you're not treating me like that. I'm a player.

Niko: Mr. Faustin, I couldn't do what you wanted me to.

Niko: Mr. Faustin, I don't think you should use that gun shop no more.

Niko: Mr. Faustin, I got a little out of control in the shop, people were hurt.

Actor: Oh God.

Dimitri: Please, go get us some wheels. I haven't the energy.

Dimitri: Point the gun at that guy to his left, Niko.

Dimitri: Silence this punk, Niko.

Dimitri: Take me to Perestroika, Mikhail's club.

Shopkeeper: They breed 'em funny where you're from.

Actor: This ain't right.

Actor: This is my show.

Faustin: This is what you are for, Bellic. To hurt people for me.

Shopkeeper: What the fuck are you doing?

Dimitri: What the hell did you do that for? How are we supposed to make them pay up now?

Actor: You ain't nothing.

Faustin: You are testing my patience, Bellic.

Faustin: You are the one who should be taking Dimitri's sedatives, not me.

Dimitri: You can't even hit him in the leg. He has earned at least. Let's go.

Actor: You don't know what I can do.

Joseph: Your cousins back in Eastern Europe do this for practically nothing, undercutting us.

Dust off

Russian: Abort. Abort.

U.L. Paper: Bellic, I am not a man you want to disappoint on a regular basis. Don't make a habit of this.

Niko: but your setting me up with that Michelle woman has meant that I am chasing a helicopter through the streets of Algonquin.

U.L. Paper: Come to see me.

Russian: Get away from that.

Russian: Get out of here. We have got real trouble on the ground.

Russian: He's trying to take the chopper.

Roman: Hey man, it's me.

Russian: Is too hot down here. Get out.

Niko: Roman, I really wish I could go bowling.

Niko: Sorry, but I didn't get a hold of that chopper.

Russian: This does not feel correct.

Roman: Want to go bowling?

Niko: We can't all have fun. I'll talk to you later.

U.L. Paper: We need to get hold of it. Follow it.

U.L. Paper: We need to get hold of it. Make sure you have a vehicle and follow it.

Russian: What's this guy up to?

Easy as Can Be

Niko: Here's the car for Brucie. I hope you were expecting a fixer upper?

Gangster: That's Lyle's ride.

Lenny: The only thing you expect when you're working for Brucie is a whole lot of bullshit. Thanks.

Brucie: You should have seen that jumped up punk driving around in that shit.

Easy Fare

Niko: Hey, Roman ain't much better when he's behind the wheel. Sorry about that screw up.

Jermaine: I own a Pay 'n' Spray shop over there on Gibson Street. Take us there.

Jermaine: Thank you, man. Tell Roman to stay out of trouble, you hear?

Jermaine: We're trapped! Smash through that fence, man.

Jermaine: You really got to get some practice driving on the right side of the road. Roman shouldn't have let you out of his cab.

Entourage

Bodyguard: Clock the fire escape.

Niko: Come on. Keep close.

Jefferson: Courage under fire.

Niko: Don't go too far.

Niko: Follow me, Mr Jefferson.

Bodyguard: Get the client out of here. We'll hold these guys back.

Jefferson: I can't believe they're trying this.

Jefferson: I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't held your head back there. Thank you, son.

Jefferson: I hadn't been in a fire fight since my army days.

Jefferson: If I get my hands on these bastards...

Jefferson: John's boys better get me out of this.

Jefferson: Let's go down this alleyway. Find a vehicle.

Niko: Stay close if you want to survive..

Niko: Thank Jon Gravelli, he's the one paying me to be here.

Jefferson: They don't respect anything.

Bodyguard: They're coming up the road.

Bodyguard: They're on the stairs.

Niko: You need to stick to me.

Escuela of the Streets

Manny: Get some wheels so we can chase this sucker.

Manny: He gonna see you standing, you right there.

Manny: He stopped at the red.

Manny: How you gonna follow him without a car?

Manny: How'd you let him get away? Man, shit.

Manny: I don't know how we tailing him without wheels.

Dealer: I don't think we sent an invitation to this punk. Eject him from the party.

Manny: I thought you had passion in your veins, man.

Manny: Man, I thought you was serious about cleaning up these streets, man.

Manny: Man, it's almost like you want this scum on the streets.

Manny: Rojo, rojo. Hit the brakes, man.

Manny: Shit, man. I thought you were the streets man. We need to tail him.

Manny: Shit, you look obvious being that close without a car, man.

Manny: Shit. He stopped again. Hold back.

Niko: That's my bad. Boo fucking hoo. See you around, Manny.

Dealer: This boy think he can come up in our shit. Drop him.

Manny: What you doing so close to him?

Dealer: What's this fool think he's playing at? Finish him.

Manny: You got too close, man. He saw us.

Manny: You on crack man? Get away from him.

Manny: You're following him man, not ass raping him. Get back.

Final Destination

Faustin: I'm sorry Niko. Thank you. At least you are loyal. We will work together again, come to see me at my house.

Niko: Lenny, the boy, he's dead.

Faustin: Shut up Dimitri, I don't care who he is. It is too late anyway. Niko has killed him. Stop your whining.

Niko: The decision has been made.

Faustin: You would still be in a fucking Gulag if it wasn't for me. You'd be drilling for oil in the tundra.

First Date

• Good game, Niko. We had fun. Will you take me home now?
• Great, we're here. I'd like to play a few frames, wouldn't you?
• I can't wait for ever, Niko. Come on.
• I hope the police didn't see that.
• Jeez Louise.
• Let's go, now!
• Niko, what are you doing?
• See you, Michelle.
• This poor car.
• You're going to need to take this to the shop.

Final Interview

Goldberg: a man who's struggled.

Goldberg: Alright then, let's continue.

Goldberg: Alright, I'll come out when I'm finished with this.

Francis: And remember to wear a suit.

Goldberg: Can you take seat, Mr. Bellic?

Karen: Come into our offices at 6pm tomorrow. Is that alright?

Karen: Come into our offices at 8am tomorrow. Is that alright?

Karen: Come into our offices in a few days time. Is that alright?

Goldberg: Don't you want to pick that up? This is only a job interview at one of the most respected law firms in Liberty City.

Security Guard: Go to reception please, sir.

Security Guard: Good afternoon, sir.

Security Guard: Good morning, sir.

Goldberg: Great, follow me through to my office.

Goldberg: I don't like people who cut corners, Nikolai.

Goldberg: I just wanted to make the world into a better place.

Niko: I'll talk to him later. I expect that he would prefer me to do what I'm here to do before we speak anyway.

Niko: I'm doing it now. Be patient.

Goldberg: Is there a problem, why aren't you sitting?

Goldberg: Just one second there. Just one little second, okay?

Goldberg: Mr. Bellic, you're gonna have to sit down.

Goldberg: Not many people are willing to give an immigrant a chance in this city.

Goldberg: Oh! Objection...

Karen: Ok, I'll bring him through to the waiting area.

Goldberg: Ow, I should have stayed at the DA's office...

Karen: Please wait here for Mr. Goldberg.

Security Guard: Please wait until you're called through, sir.

Goldberg: Security! Security! Someone help me!

Goldberg: That your family? I bet they're anxious for this to be a success.

Niko: The person on the other end of the line is certainly keen for me to do what I came here to do.

Francis: They ain't gonna take you seriously without one on.

Niko: When I take a job, I see it through to the end.

Security Guard: You can't go through there, sir.

Security Guard: You need to go to reception, sir.

Flatline

Female Doctor: Any inquiries, try the ER reception.

Female Doctor: Cops act all nice when they get shot but it's Mr. Toughguy now that they're down the hall with a witness.

Female Doctor: Didn't I just?

Female Doctor: Hey, watch out for those cops. They're down the hall acting like they own the place.

': Huh?

Female Doctor: It's only hospital staff beyond this point sir.

Female Doctor: Visiting hours are over.

Harboring a Grudge

Patrick: Dammit, they just don't give up.

Patrick: Don't these triads have other stuff they need to fuck with?

Patrick: Get away from the fucking truck.

Patrick: Get away from the truck. Don't you know when you're beat?

Patrick: Go back to the docks where you belong.

Triad: Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Patrick: I just can't be bothered with this shit.

Patrick: Jesus Christ, I'm getting sick of these fucking triads.

Patrick: Let us drive in fucking peace, you cocksuckers.

Triad: Let's kill these thieves!

Patrick: Persistent motherfuckers, aren't they?

Patrick: Possession is nine tenths of the law. Deal with it.

Patrick: Put that in your wok and fry it.

Patrick: Stay away from us, you shitheads.

Triad: Stupid Americans are trying to rob us!

Patrick: Take your defeat like real men. Fuck off.

Patrick: That's great. That's just fucking great. We lost the stuff.

Patrick: There's a billion of these motherfuckers back in China, they won't miss a few.

Patrick: There are ours now. Fuck off.

Patrick: They're fucking ramming us. Shit.

Patrick: This ain't no fireworks display. It's a fucking assault rifle.

Patrick: This is America, assholes. The strongest survive.

Patrick: You dumpling-eating motherfuckers.

Hating the Haters

Niko: Bernie, what's the deal? Are you asleep or something? Wake up.

Bernie: Bryce only likes carpet burns he's given me. Not these things.

Bernie: Don't drop your diet muffins, people.

Bernie: Hold onto your focaccias, people.

Bernie: I better not need plastic surgery on these cuts.

Bernie: I could kiss you.

Niko: I got distracted Bernie.

Bernie: I was going too fast...too fast.

Niko: I'll call you.

Hater: It's the TV man. They just rub it in your face all day long. All those... men.

Bernie: Niko, he got me. Where were you? I thought you were watching me.

Bernie: No one's going to pay attention to me.

Bernie: Now I'm even more hideous.

Hater: Shit man. I didn't mean nothing by it.

Niko: Sure thing Bernie.

Bernie: Thanks a bunch Niko.

Hater: They're not meant to fight back.

Bernie: Watch your skinny frappes, Bernie's coming through.

Niko: We'll talk later.

Bernie: You are good enough to eat. Fun time soon. Fun time. I promise.

Niko: You'll have no more trouble Bernie. Don't worry.

Holland Nights

Woman: Clarence, is that you again? Can't you deal out on another block?

Gangster: Even the cops be scared to come up here.

Francis: Good move. You shouldn't trust a word that comes out of that scum's mouth.

Niko: He tried to convince me to let him go. Said he'd get out of town. I finished him anyway.

Woman: I told you boys to do your fighting outside.

Woman: If you're makin' a mess in the stairwell, I'm sure as hell not cleaning it up.

Gangster: I 'm gonna put a cap in your dome, fool.

Niko: Sorry.

Gangster: The cops ain't gonna help you in here, they scared as shit.

Francis: The streets are a little bit cleaner now he's gone. One percent - it's all we can hope for.

Gangster: This ain't looking good for you, bitch.

Niko: Whatever you say. They don't look much cleaner from where I'm standing.

Hostile Negotiation

Kidnapper: Back off, Bellic. My finger is twitching.

Mallorie: Hey Niko. You seen Roman?

Niko: I thought he would be wining and dining the woman he loves?

Mallorie: If he calls you, tell him the women he loves wants to see his ass at home.

Niko: I'm coming, cousin.

Kidnapper: Stay away or he is dead.

Kidnapper: You shouldn't have invaded my personal space.

Kidnapper: You waited too long, Slav.

Hung Out to Dry

Muscovski: America is land of free. Leave me alone.

Niko: Come on, man. Just pull the hell up.

Vlad: Fuck it. This is a lesson to every other fuck head who thinks he is too clever to pay me.

Muscovski: Fuck you, I call police. They'll show you.

Muscovski: In Russian I pay protection, not here.

Vlad: Who could be too clever for you, Vlad?

Niko: You better hope the police get here real quick.

I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle

Frankie: From now on, we're only using Sicilian muscle.

Frankie: I knew you boys would make a play for big time.

Gerald: Moron. Come back here.

Gerald: Niko, you dumb fuck, the whole plan relied upon your being mistaken for that particular Albo.

Niko: That Albanian's hygiene weren't so good. I had to change out of his clothes.

Frankie: This is America, you will never make it big.

Frankie: You guys is dirt.

If the Price is Right

Phil: After you, Niko.

Phil: Alright, let's get back to the club.

Phil: Alright, Niko. You go that way, I'll go this way. We'll close 'em in.

Niko: Come on, let me take the money or you will die.

Niko: Come on, Phil. Let's do this.

Niko: Dimitri can look after himself. See you later.

Niko: Dimitri would love it if we didn't come back at all.

Niko: Dimitri did not give us a choice about this.

Niko: Dimitri is a snake.

Phil: Eyes up, Niko.

Phil: Fuck, we gotta get him. I ain't going home empty handed from this. Dimitri would love that.

Phil: Hell, Niko. That just weren't professional. I gotta explain this to Jimmy.

Phil: He's crashed. Go get the money, Niko.

Phil: He's out of it. Let's finish this thing.

Phil: Hey, wait right here.

Niko: I came here for that money, I am leaving with it.

Niko: I guess he wanted it to be him and Pegorino.

Phil: I hate to think what's gone down on Dimitri's end. I'm calling Jimmy.

Phil: I should not have let you put me in the situation, Dimitri.

Niko: I will not let you stand in my way.

Niko: I'll do my best, we'll try and catch him.

Phil: I'm follow you.

Niko: I'm not leaving here without a payday. Phil.

Phil: Let's fucking disappoint him. We're coming back alive and with the money. Come on.

Phil: Let's get him.

Phil: Niko, wait here.

Phil: Niko, you go in front.

Niko: Okay, Phil. Come on.

Phil: Shit, they're up there.

Niko: The cash is what we're after, not your lives.

Niko: The whole operation isn't professional. He'll understand.

Phil: There ain't no try, we're getting him. Come on.

Phil: They're up there.

Niko: This is it, Phil. Let's get the cash.

Niko: This is not going to stop us.

Niko: We got to get that money, Phil.

Phil: We know you have that money here.

Phil: We need to catch this car, Niko. I been fucked around enough and I ain't walking away with nothing.

Phil: We're going back to the site, Niko.

Niko: Where is the cash? Give is to us.

Niko: Where is the money at?

Phil: Yo, that's the guy with the cash.

Phil: You didn't need to clip him, Niko. Shit.

I'll Take Her

Gracie: Cock-sucking son of a bitch.

Gracie: Come on, you're scaring me.

Gracie: Don't burn her out.

Gracie: Easy there, we ain't on the bullet train.

Gracie: Fire! Fire! Ain't that supposed to work?

Patrick: Fuck. That's a big pay packet you lost us McRearys in our time of need.

Gracie: Help me! Help me!

Gracie: Hey, come on, it's time we went back. You already put a few miles on the clock.

Gracie: Hold back. Stop driving like a prick.

Gracie: I think we better go back now.

Gracie: I'll give $10,000 to anybody who kills this asshole!

Gracie: I'll have your balls for this.

Gracie: I'll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat.

Gracie: I'm being kidnapped by a stupid, immigrant, creepy pervert.

Gracie: I'm being kidnapped!

Gracie: I've been snatched by the dumbest kidnapper ever.

Gracie: Save me from this dumb pervert.

Gracie: She's not meant to be driven like this.

Gracie: Some illegal immigrant creep is kidnapping me.

Gracie: Someone help me!

Gracie: Stupid immigrant fuck.

Gracie: This creep wants to rape me!

Gracie: When my daddy hears about this...

Gracie: When my dad's done with you, you'll wish you'd been sent to prison.

Gracie: Where are you going? Get back in.

Gracie: You can't do this.

Gracie: You fucking prick.

Gracie: You motherfucker!

Gracie: You're a dead man.

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Gordon: Are you gonna photograph that fine lady, or what?

Gordon: For now.

Gracie: Fuck you. (muffled)

Niko: Having fun, Gordo?

Niko: Hey Gordon.

Gordon: Hey, what are ya doing? I was watching that.

Gordon: It's painful enough looking after Gracie, at least let me watch what I wanna.

Gracie: Photograph her already, you being here might get her all excited.

Gordon: She's psychotic as fuck, Niko. You leave her for a second and the whole place is trashed.

Gordon: The sooner you take this fucking picture, the sooner we can give this lovely lady back to her daddy.

Gordon: When you baby sit the bitch, you can choose what to watch.

Gordon: You don't need to think too much about the composition. Just take the photo that proves she's alive.

Gordon: You going to take my picture as well, Niko?

Niko: Your problem, not mine.

It's Your Call

Roman: Get rid of these cops, Niko. We can't lead them back to the depot.

Roman: Lose these cops, Niko. I don't want to lead them right to an illegal game.

Roman: Niko, you have to lose these cops, we cannot lead them to my place of business.

Roman: Shit, cousin. We can't lead these cops right to this backroom game. Lose them.

Roman: They're gone, perfect. That is the last we have seen of those loan sharks... I hope.

Ivan the Not So Terrible

Ivan: Get out my way.

Ivan: I'm running here.

Ivan: Move it, asshole.

Niko: Slippery bastard.

Ivan: You got eyes?

Jamaican Heat

Little Jacob: Forward a' the Homebrew Cafe. It be inna Beechwood City.

Jamaican: Real sorry, but hurting you be the only way fe do that.

Late Checkout

Jewish Mobster: Boychick - you did the right thing.

Worker: I'm going out for a smoke. If the penthouse calls down again, tell them I'm on a break.

Jewish Mobster: Isaac will understand. This is business.

Niko: I've done this work for you, you said you'd find someone for me.

Niko: That was the deal. I'm not your clean up guy any more.

Jewish Mobster: You showed mercy. I thank you for this.

Liquidize the Assets

Russian: All coke is lost. Get this fucker.

Russian: Get the vans out of here.

Russian: We lost everything. Make him pay.

Lure

Francis: Great, the perp should be inside his apartment.

Niko: I'm outside the place.

Dealer: You ain't getting my ass.

Master and the Molotov

Dimitri: Shit.

Dimitri: What am I to do?

Faustin: Burn in hell, pussy.

Dimitri: Can I call Petrovic and tell him that Mikhail is no longer a problem? Is he dead, Niko?

Dimitri: Every second he lives, our lives are in danger. Your cousin's as well, Niko.

Faustin: Getting a little warm?

Faustin: Have this.

Dimitri: He is dead? You have killed Mikhail?

Niko: He is not. Not yet, at east.

Dimitri: Hurry and do it. Call me when it is done.

Faustin: If you can't take the heat, Bellic...

Faustin: Is this what you ordered?

Niko: Not yet, Dimitri.

Dimitri: You killed Petrovic's son. I need not remind you of that.

Dimitri: You must eliminate Mikhail to make things right. Do it soon.

Meltdown

Tuna: Fuck you, Nicky, fuck you.

Ray: I was planning for an easy life. It don't matter too much, bring me the score at Drusilla's.

Tuna: I'm gonna clip you then I'm gonna go clip Ray Bo -fucking -ccino.

Tuna: None of you Russians got no respect for nothing.

Tuna: Ray ain't never gonna trust a fucking rat. Remember that.

Tuna: Shove this up your ass.

Niko: You were planning to let them live?

Tuna: You're a piece of shit, Nicky. You ratted us out.

Mr and Mrs Bellic

Niko: After the war, I was involved in a life I felt was not for me.

Kate: Are you prepared to say goodbye to the fast cars, the drugs, the violence, the cheap women?

• Are you?

Kate: Aren't you dashing?

Kate: but this was the church where we had my brother's funeral.

Kate: Do you think the men you've been dealing with will let you walk off into the sunset?

Kate: He brought it on himself and he wasn't a good person.

• Here we are.

• Hey Niko! Let's get a car.

Kate: How do I know that you're right for me? How do I know that I won't get hurt?

Kate: I can't believe you'd wear that to a church.

Niko: I have tried to separate myself from it. I am ready to try to be good.

• I like that.

Niko: I might steal the collection box if the mood takes me though.

Kate: I'm not sure about those clothes.

Kate: I'm okay, he's still in my thoughts, you know.

Niko: It would be easier to be happy if I was with the right person though.

Kate: It's hard to say, but maybe the right person.

Niko: I've had some trouble telling right and wrong apart before.

Kate: Maybe you want to try something smarter.

Kate: Maybe. The right person can make your life wonderful in the same way that the wrong one can ruin it.

Niko: My past does not haunt me in the way that it used to.

Niko: No, there won't be any gunfire at this wedding.

Kate: not only do you seem to attract ultra-violence where you go.

• Oh really?

Niko: Recently, I have tied up a lot of loose ends in this city.

Kate: So, how do sociopaths behave at weddings.

Kate: That's not exactly a wedding outfit.

Kate: That's perfect, Niko.

Kate: The problem is that it's difficult to tell which one the man you are with us.

• There you are cousin, let's move.

Niko: There's nothing else I can say.

Niko: They will have to. I am not a slave.

Kate: This is a good idea. I think you'll look so much better in a suit or something. It's Roman's big day.

Niko: Those decisions became very difficult.

Niko: Well maybe there are. I don't want to be involved with the men I have been involved with.

Niko: What would have made him happy?

Kate: When I think about him I just wish that he'd been happy in his life?

Kate: Will you fire a gun into the air as your cousin walks down the aisle?

Niko: Yeah, I'll mug any nuns that are hanging around the church as well.

Niko: Yeah. How are you about that? Do you miss him?

Niko: Yeah? Do you think that that is the answer for everyone then?

• Yes I am.

Little Jacob: Yo, me not having no more a dis.

Kate: You don't need to say anything else.

Kate: You know, it's not that weird to think that there might be some shooting at this wedding.

Kate: You look really smart in that.

Kate: You remember how that turned out?

Kate: You'll look nice in the wedding in that.

Kate: You're talking about your criminal exploits as if they are a thing of the past.

No. 1

Brucie: Alright man, the race start is over on Stillwater Avenue. Let's do this.

Brucie: Stevie-boy tunes these things like they're fucking pianos man. Pitch perfect.

Brucie: Stevie's place is on Freetown Avenue over in Willis.

Out of Commission

Little Jacob: A rocket be heading at us, rasta.

LCPD: Air unit seven-b has been engaged. This is a potential terrorist situation.

LCPD: Air unit seven-b has taken damage. Brace position! Brace position!

Roman: Alright, alright.

Roman: Alright, cousin. We hear anything. We will come to help you.

Little Jacob: Alright, dis us where he be going. What's the plan, Niko?

Roman: Are you crazy?

Roman: Are you trying to kill us too?

Niko: As long as he is dead...

Roman: Be safe, Niko. Be safe.

Little Jacob: Boy, dat was close and ting rasta.

Little Jacob: Boy, dis no good for me heart.

Little Jacob: Boy, me don't like dis at all.

Little Jacob: Boy, me tink me was gone den, ya know?

Little Jacob: Bumba clot!

Little Jacob: Cha!

Little Jacob: Cha! You are go down!

Little Jacob: Cha, get closer to de ras so him can feel me teeth.

Little Jacob: Cha, Niko. Don't be losing de bumba clot boy.

Little Jacob: Cha, Niko. Watch out for de missile.

Little Jacob: Come on me rasta. Get closer!

Roman: Come on, drive safely.

Little Jacob: Come on, Niko. Me can't get no shot from here.

Little Jacob: Come on, Niko. Wine up on him.

Niko: Come on, shit.

Little Jacob: Dey fucking wit our structure.

Little Jacob: Dis how we dweet inna Jam Down!

Little Jacob: Faster, rasta, faster. Catch up pon him.

Little Jacob: Feel I teeth!

Little Jacob: Get I closer for de shot, cousin.

Little Jacob: Get in in closer, rasta.

Little Jacob: Get I in range, ya know breda.

Little Jacob: Get in closer, Niko. We losing the ras clot.

Mafia: Get in, Jimmy.

Little Jacob: Get me close to dis bumba clot.

Little Jacob; Get near to him now rasta.

Little Jacob: Give me some heat, Niko. We need fe catch up pon him.

Mafia: Grab on, Mr. Pegorino.

Little Jacob: Him fight for that when him got nothing else.

Little Jacob: How long dis transport gwan last?

Little Jacob: I an' I get him, rasta. He going fe crash pon the island.

Little Jacob: I an' I need fe kill dis teeth affa transport.

Little Jacob: I and I be de righteous dread!

Little Jacob: I an I is fucked.

Niko: I do not care if I am killed, if I am hurt, as long as he pays for his attack.

Little Jacob: I got ya back, me breda.

Niko: I guess Pegorino is not so weak after all, there were many men with him.

Roman: I just got married. I can't die here.

Little Jacob: I need fe get closer to get dis ras clot.

Niko: I showed a man that you cannot always get what you want at the cost of the lives of others.

Niko: I think I know what you're talking about.

Niko: If I live, I will be able to say that today. I did not hesitate. I did what was right.

Little Jacob: If dat hits us, we're fucked and ting, Niko.

Niko: If that shit, Pegorino, understands the worth of his life, it will be all the more satisfying to take it away from him.

Niko: I'm only going to say this is done when Pegorino's heart stops beating. You understand?

Little Jacob: Irie, Niko.

Little Jacob: It's all fuckerys.

Little Jacob: Jacob get de boat and ting. He ain't going far, rasta.

Little Jacob: Jacob have him sources, ya know. Dere be people who can help I and I when me in a fix, seen?

Little Jacob: Jacob nah mek no boy shoot after him.

Little Jacob: Jacob stopping these ras clots from taking us down and ting.

Little Jacob: Jacob taking dis blood clot down.

Roman: Jacob's gone. How many people have to die today?

Roman: Jah know me nah do good.

Little Jacob; Jah know ya feel de heat.

Mafia: Jump on, Peg.

Little Jacob: Land pon de Island mek we finish him.

Little Jacob: Let I show these ras clots how fe shoot a piece.

Little Jacob: Let Jacob stop these bumba clots form shooting after us.

Little Jacob: Look out for de rocket now, man.

Little Jacob: Lord protect us. We shot and ting.

Roman: Mallorie can't lose her groom today.

Little Jacob: Man, dis can't be good.

Little Jacob: Me can't shoot from back here and ting, Niko.

Little Jacob: Me no like ya bumba clot!

Mafia: Mr. Pegorino. I got you.

Roman: Niko, any fight of yours is mine as well. We are family.

Little Jacob: Niko, de boat get away and ting. We ain't gonna get him, yo.

Little Jacob: Niko, you need fe get closer. We can't be losing him.

Roman: Please don't kill us, please don't kill us, please don't kill us.

Niko: Poor girl, she should never have got close to me...

Little Jacob: Put de chopper pon di island, mek we end dis now.

Little Jacob: Ras clot!

Little Jacob: Rhaatid! Roman be dead rasta.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, dere be a missile heading at us.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, we losing him. Get closer now rasta.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid.

Little Jacob: Seen, Niko. Good luck.

Niko: She... was something worth protecting... by helping me today you are doing something good.

Little Jacob: Shit de motherfucker got us!

Little Jacob: Shit, dat was close.

Little Jacob: Shit, we're shot.

Little Jacob: Someone protect us.

Niko: Stay here, I need to end this by myself.

Little Jacob: Step on the accelerator, Niko. Get closer to de fool.

Niko: Thank you both for helping me with this. It was not your fight.

Niko: That is what I owe Kate.

Roman: There ain't no getting away from us now that we got this thing. It's a flying tank. He's a dead man.

Little Jacob: There ain't no way we going be finding these boys if ya lose de transport ya know, rasta.

Roman; There must be a safe way to catch this guy.

Roman: They say that the dying animal is the most dangerous in the jungle, cousin.

Niko: This is something that I have to do. Kate had a messed up family, but she remained good.

Little Jacob: True dat. When a man lose everything, and him still have him life, him know what it worth ya know.

Little Jacob: We being fucked wit and ting.

Little Jacob: We going down, we going down.

Little Jacob: We need fe be nearer to de pussyhole ya know. Me need more speed!

Roman: We're going to get him, cousin. We're going to win this.

Niko: We're going to win this, cousin.

Little Jacob: We shot, dis ain't good.

Roman: We were so close, I thought we had him.

Niko: We will kill Pegorino, cousin. Whether this constitutes a victory; that is another matter.

Niko: Well, we did not have him. He is still alive. I'll see you both later.

Niko: Where'd you get this chopper, anyway? This is a serious piece of equipment.

???: Would the black Huntley please pull over to the central reservation. You have been flagged for reckless driving.

Little Jacob: Ya fucking dead now man!

Little Jacob: Ya keep shooting and this transport ain't gonna be in no good shape at all.

Little Jacob: Ya need fe give I and I some cover else we never be able fe follow em.

Little Jacob: Yeah, me tink so too, ya know me breda.

Little Jacob: Yo man, I try keep dis ras clot off of us, ya know.

Little Jacob: Yo, two can play at this game ya know, star.

Roman: You shouldn't drive angry, NB.

Roman: You're checking your blind spots, right Niko?

Little Jacob: You couldn't take the ras clot down inna dat place back there? Him get away from you?

Roman: You're lucky we chose this as our escape vehicle, cousin.

Out of the Closet

Niko: Brucie, I couldn't tell which one your boy was. Things got confusing.

Tom: Did your daddy beat you? Is that why you're doing this?

Tom: Get the fuck off me. I don't want bruises.

Brucie: Give it to him hard, will you? Strange choice of words, but you know what I mean.

Brucie: He must want some action, bro. Give him some, okay?

Brucie: Insane man! Come back to my crib, Nicky.

Brucie: Man, you were meant to say you were after his cock, not him.

Brucie: Nicky, I thought you were into this?

Brucie: Niko, it's me. I've got a date for you with this guy at midnight tonight.

Brucie: Niko! It's me. I've got a date for you with this guy today at 8am. Have fun.

Brucie: Niko, it's me. I've got a date for you with this guy today at noon. Enjoy it, bro.

Brucie: Niko, I've got a date for you with this guy tomorrow at 6pm. You better be there.

Brucie: Niko, I've got a date for you with this guy tomorrow at noon. Do it, will you?

Brucie: Niko, I've got a date for you with this guy tomorrow morning at 8am. Make it his last breakfast.

Brucie: Niko, I've got a date for you with this guy tomorrow night at midnight. Get rid of him.

Brucie: Niko, it's me. Listen, I've got a date for you with this guy today at 6pm tonight. Good luck.

Brucie: Niko. Hey, wake up! I've got a date for you with this guy, alright?

Brucie: No, I make sure my abs will be better than anyone else's.

Brucie: Shit, man, hopefully ain't good enough.

Tom: So, you are a freak from the internet.

Niko: Sorry, Brucie. I think I let slip to your guy that I was after him.

Brucie: The internet dating is a bitch. Okay? Don't even know which guy it is you're screw.

Brucie: What's wrong with you, brother? We'll talk soon.

Niko: Yo, Brucie. I killed some guy. Hopefully it was the one you were after.

Tom: You are not fucking with these clothes. Do you know how much they cost?

Brucie: You need to make sure in life. Come see me, bro.

Brucie: You think I work out until I'll hopefully have cut abs?

Tom: You've got real intimacy issues.

Paper Trail

Little Jacob: A crane, Niko. Watch yourself.

Little Jacob: and tell me some I haffi come up here and meet him, and den find some boy and mash him up and ting.

Little Jacob: Can't shoot dis bumba clot from back here.

Little Jacob: Cha, me no come yah fe hear bout how horse dead and cow fat. It nuh nuttin.

Little Jacob: Cha, what you doing? ME had him in me sight!

Little Jacob: Chill Niko, we catch him soon enough.

Little Jacob: Come down, Niko. I an' I need fe get lower for de shot and ting.

U.L. Paper: Dammit. Maybe he should have been taken down anyway.

Little Jacob: Don't go hitting a crane or nothing.

Little Jacob: For real. I'm gwan give dem boy some hot fe jump for!

U.L. Paper: Fuck the math. This is no way to fight a war. There might be another opportunity.

Little Jacob: Get closer.

Little Jacob: Get dis ting up higher so me can shoot dis ras clot.

Little Jacob: Get lower for de shot, Niko.

Little Jacob: Get the chopper up, Niko.

Little Jacob: Get up, Niko, get up. Give me some height.

Little Jacob: Girl wine up and ting, like she looking for something and ting.

Little Jacob: Give me some height some can shoot dis ras clot and ting, Niko.

Niko: Give the tourists something to tell their families back home.

Niko: Good place to hide if the government are after you.

Little Jacob: He trying to lose I and I through City Hall.

Niko: Hey, me and Jacob kind of messed up.

Little Jacob: Him going through City Hall. That's a seriously tight fit.

Niko: I am sorry for getting you into this. It was that girl, Michelle. She played me.

Little Jacob: I an I' be too high fe get de shot, Niko.

Little Jacob: I an I' need fe closer.

Niko: I can make it.

Little Jacob: I dey 'pon haste.

Little Jacob: I need fe take a shot soon, sight?

Niko: I should have seen.

Little Jacob: I thought de girl was too good to be true ya know Niko.

Little Jacob: I tink dat's our boy over der ya know. Get him so we can go home man.

Niko: Jacob, how'd they get you into this shit?

Little Jacob: Make we dweet. Get the chopper in place.

U.L. Paper: Maybe the casualties would have been fewer overall.

Little Jacob: Mek we get lower, bredren. There be no shot up here.

U.L. Paper: Niko, I need you to come through on this. I'll be in touch.

Little Jacob: Niko, watch out for the crane.

Little Jacob: Raas Man! I get no more shot!

Little Jacob: Ras. De chopper ain't in good shape and ting. It fuckery to the fullness, seen?

Little Jacob: Rhaatid. Him back over on land again.

Niko: Shit.

Little Jacob: Some bigga ess put some pressure pon me and call me up in him office and tell me all type of nonsense.

Little Jacob: Take him inna Middle Park. Dere ain't too many people over dere.

Niko: We couldn't get a clean shot on the chopper.

Niko: We had a few chopper troubles. This isn't going to be possible.

Little Jacob: We need fe get higher so me can get dis shot.

Niko: What do you mean? Is full of rich joggers and tourists.

Little Jacob: Wine up on the blood clot.

Little Jacob: Ya going through the arch? Ya crazy? Don't get me killed!

Little Jacob: Ya make me lose de shot ya know man!

Little Jacob: Ya man. It just some almshouse gwaan ya know. Forward a chopper, see America? It's a real fucked up place man.

Niko: Yeah, sounds familiar.

Little Jacob: Yo just chill Niko, you can always head around.

Little Jacob: Yo, bring dis ting down me breda. I can't get him from up here.

Little Jacob: Yo, I an' I see ya soon Niko.

Niko: You gotta work on your aim, Jacob. I could have made that shot with my eyes closed.

Payback

Patrick: Hey, I'm offended. You're havin' fun without me.

Pegorino: I didn't have no time.

Niko: I'll talk to you later, Packie.

Patrick: Niko, I know you're probably occupied and don't wanna hang out but I thought I'd try. I'm bored.

Patrick: Shit, Packie. I'm kind of busy chasing down some wiseguys for those guido buddies of yours.

Patrick: Tell me this job ain't as crazy as when you and me hit that bank together.

Pegorino: Too bad, my boy. Doesn't look like there's much in it for you then.

Niko: You mean when Michael died? I couldn't possibly be having that much fun.

Search and Delete

Lyle: Fucking Brucie is a psychopath.

Lyle: I never thought this would be for real.

Lyle: Man, shit, Brucie's fucking crazy.

Lyle: That maniac is trying to get me killed.

Pegorino's Pride

Marco: Come on, pal. Get a car with enough room for all of us.

Marco: Come on, you're driving.

Marco: Don't leave the skipper behind.

Marco: Get behind the wheel, what are you playing at?

Marco: Get in the car, don't waste our time.

Pegorino: I ain't leaving this car with these injuries.

Pegorino: I don't know what you're busy with up there, but I need your immigrant ass down here now!

Pegorino: I'm getting my ass kicked.

Pegorino: Marco and Pete are down and I'm about to get clipped.

Pegorino: Marco and Pete have been fucking clipped!

Pegorino: More are showing up, get down here.

Pegorino: More of them is showing up, get down here and help me, Niko.

Pegorino: Shit, Niko, go. I'm staying here and nursing my fucking wound.

Pegorino: Shit, the Pavanos is trying to whack me.

Pegorino: Shit, there are more guys coming in the back. Get down here, Niko.

Pegorino: The dumb fucks have crashed. Go get my gift and make the fuckers pay.

Marco: The Peg won't take kindly to being left behind.

Pegorino: There's more guys coming in the back. Get down here, Niko.

Pegorino: This ain't pretty.

Marco: What are doing, trying to leave the skipper?

Pegorino: What the fuck are you doin'?

Marco: Wise up, we need something we all can fit in.

Pegorino: You fired first. Lucky for you, they was out to whack me anyway.

Pegorino: You gotta go, Niko. I can't move with this bullet in my gut.

Marco: You think we're midgets? Get a car that'll fit us all.

Pest Control

Pegorino: I pay you to be a nuclear holocaust, Bellic. Sort your shit out. I'll call you.

Mafia: Mr. Boccino ain't seeing nobody.

Niko: Ray got wise to me, Mr. Pegorino. I think I spooked him.

Mafia: Ray told us specifically he don't wanna see your ugly mug.

Pegorino: Shit, I told you he had his eyes open. He'll be on the lamb now. Dammit.

Niko: Sorry, Mr. Pegorino. He's a cockroach, Ray would survive anything. Even a nuclear holocaust.

Mafia: The only people gonna get close to Ray today are his missus and his goomah. Stay away.

Photo Shoot

Gangster: Ain't there something more elevated you can conversate on?

Playboy X: I didn't even tell you what Marlon looked like. Get it together and come see me.

Niko: I shot at the guys by the courts.

Niko: I'll do it.

Gangster: My mind ain't trapped. I just like hearing cats spit rhymes and I know you like pushing rocks on the corner.

Gangster: So shut the fuck up.

Gangster: That's the oppressors limiting your mind.

Playboy X: What you doing, man? You not thinking.

Gangster: What you talking about? You a drug dealing gang banger.

Gangster: Whatever you say, fool. I'm free.

Gangster: You 'bout as stereo fucking typical as they come.

Gangster: You conforming to stereotypes, cousin. All you talk about is the rap game and the basketball game.

Portrait of a Killer

Russian: Alright, you win! Russian: Okay, okay! That's enough man!

Ruff Rider

Dwayne: Damn, son. I shoulda guessed it. Only paper I got now are the handouts from Playboy. Fucking great. Later.

Niko: Dwayne, I'm sorry. They got away from me. You're still out of pocket.

Niko: Dwayne, it's Niko. Your ex lost me. She had a motorbike.

Dwayne: Shit. Having no paper ain't good but it ain't nothing I ain't seen before. See you round, man.

Niko: This ain't yours. Belongs to Dwayne.

Niko: This belongs to a friend of mine.

Russian Revolution

Little Jacob: Come forward, rasta.

Little Jacob: Come on Niko. Move in!

Little Jacob: Dis ras clots.

Little Jacob: Feel me badness.

Little Jacob: Feel me teeth.

Little Jacob: Forward, Niko.

Little Jacob: Jacob no get salt.

Little Jacob: Nuttin, nuttin, men inna place. I watchin' out for ya, seen?

Niko: Thanks for coming.

Little Jacob: Watch me back!

Little Jacob: Yo, dis a Babylon car. You asking for all sorts a trouble wit dis!

Shadow

Dealer: All type a shit about to happen to you.

Dealer: Bam!

Dealer: Bounce, bitch.

Dealer: Don't get so close to a brother.

Dealer: For sure you are.

Dealer: Fuck off, bitch.

Niko: Fuck... here we go.

Dealer: Get off a brother's back.

Dealer: Have these.

Dealer: Hell no.

Dealer: Hell no. Stay away, junkie. I'm all out of product.

Niko: I can keep running all day.

Dealer: I didn't see nobody. Get rid of this fool

Dealer: I got friends, bitch.

Niko: I have some Jamaican friends who are real angry with you.

Dealer: I just trying to put food in my baby's mouth.

Dealer: I know some cats you don't wanna fuck with.

Niko: I only found one dealer. He's dead.

Niko: I'm in the middle of something, Roman. I might be shooting something, but it won't be pool.

Niko: Let's have some fun.

Dealer: Motherfuck.

Niko: Okay then, I'll chase you.

Niko: Okay, well it's a good thing I didn't have none of that spiff.

Dealer: Outta my way.

Niko: Scumbags.

Niko: Shit Roman, I can't talk now. Damn.

Dealer 2: Shit, he's coming in. You done got us killed.

Dealer: Shit. Don't cap an innocent brother.

Dealer: Should have just recycled this shit.

Niko: Some friends of mine are pissed off with you, now you got me angry.

Niko: Sorry, babe.

Dealer: Stay off of me.

Dealer: Step off me, punk.

Dealer: Take care of this boy on my back.

Niko: That corner belongs to Badman.

Niko: That corner belongs to Little Jacob and Badman. You should know that.

Buyer: That's a good price. I'm coming back to see you.

Dealer: The pain train's gonna get you , bitch.

Dealer: This fight ain't gonna go your way.

Dealer: Thought you could handle it?

Niko: Touch luck, lady.

Dealer: Turn around and leave, you hear?

Dealer 2: What you doin' leadin' people up to this shit? You fuckin' stupid?

Dealer 2: What you doing coming back here when you got heat on your back?

Dealer 2: Who this cracker? You let him follow you back here?

Niko: Why're you running away from me? I just want to talk.

Dealer: Wrong place, wrong time.

Dealer: Yo! Back off me, bitch.

Dealer: Yo! Be cool, lieutenant.

Dealer: Yo. You don't wanna be messin' with my boys.

Dealer: You best not be coming in here. We packing.

Niko: You better play nice.

Niko: You deal on someone else's turf, you going to pay for it.

Niko: You didn't have to do that, shit head.

Dealer 2: You don't got us killed.

Dealer: You gonna get punished, son.

Dealer: You gonna get the hell beat outta you, boy.

Niko: You shouldn't deal drugs to kids, man.

Niko: You think that will stop me.

Niko: You're going to need more than that to protect yourself.

Niko: You're just making me angry.

She's a Keeper

Mafia: Either you give Gracie back, or we take her.

Niko: Gerry was right. Ancelotti found his little girl.

Mafia: Give us back the girl, you sick shit.

Mafia: If you wanna live, you better cooperate. Pull over.

Niko: Packie, Ancelotti's guys came after me and screwed up the car. I think Gracie's dead.

Niko: Shit, man. I'm sorry but I had a crash. I think Gracie's dead.

Patrick: Shit, the old bastard killed his own daughter. I gotta tell Gerry. I'll see you later.

Mafia: The old man might go easy on you if you give up the girl.

Mafia: We know you got Gracie, give her back.

Taking in the Trash

Ray: Ah hell, Nicky. They was good earners. You gotta control yourself, you're a fucking maniac.

Ray: Alright, Nicky. What's done is done. Come see me.

Niko: Hey, Ray. I'm sorry but I had to put Luca and Tuna down. I didn't trust them.

Ray: I make the call on who gets whacked, tough guy. We gotta have a meeting.

Ray: I sorta get that, but I ain't happy. Let's have a meet.

Niko: Johnny and Tuna are sleeping with the fishes, Ray. I'm sorry.

Niko: Luca and Johnny are on ice, Ray. Shit happens.

Niko: Me and Luca didn't get on so well, Ray. This thing isn't happening.

Niko: Ray, the job did not go to plan. We lost Luca and Tuna. I'm sorry.

': See you around.

Luca: Shit, Nicky. The fucking truck.

Ray: Shit, try to kill people who ain't good earners. Let's you and me have a sit down.

Niko: Something smelled fishy about Tuna, Ray. He's not around no more.

Ray: The whole crew? Va fanabla! Come back to Drusilla's.

Luca: These diamonds is ours now.

Luca: We're just trying to pick up the damn trash.

Luca: Wha'd'ya want, you scumbags?

Luca: You ain't getting this ice.

Niko: You should start looking for a new crew, Ray. The old one's in a better place.

Luca: You're wasting your time.

That Special Someone

Roman: Come on you stupid thing.

Roman: Fine, keep it. Plenty more quarters where that came from.

Patrick: How about we go drinking?

Niko: I can't, Packie. I might have found what I was looking for all this time.

Patrick: Man, it's Packie calling.

Niko: Maybe I'll feel like getting drunk later though.

Roman: You're not eating my money.

The Holland Play

Dwayne: Ain't got much else to do. So long, Niko.

Gangster: Don't nobody fuck with the Playboy.

Niko: Dwayne, I killed Playboy. You should know that he asked me to end you first.

Niko: Dwayne, it's Niko. You been trying to call me. Say what you gotta say.

Gangster: Fuck you, you punk ass bitch.

Dwayne: Holla me sometime, we can hang loose.

Dwayne: I know what loyalty means, unlike some people. You and me is tight now.

Niko: Make this easy on yourself, Dwayne. It's business, it ain't nothing personal.

Gangster: Motherfuck I'm gonna waste you, fool.

Dwayne: Something's wrong. Don't nobody come to see me up in here.

Niko: That's good to know.

Gangster: This punk ass bitch gonna get himself killed in here.

Gangster: You going down fool!

Dwayne: You in it with Playboy. You and him is trying to take me down.

Dwayne: You right. I can't give you no money for helping me, dog. But I'll stick by your ass.

The Puerto Rican Connection

Gangster: Damn, son. I hate taking the train.

Gangster: Get rid of him then.

Gangster: Hell yeah I do. Ice this fool.

Gangster: I don't like the way he be looking at us.

Gangster: Man, I don't like it neither.

Gangster: Open up on his ass.

Gangster: That boy be giving us the eyeball.

Gangster: That crazy fool be looking at us.

Gangster: When we going get us a Patriot or something? Ride in style.

Gangster: When we make us some money, mamahuevo.

Gangster: Yo he grillin' with them mad eyes, yo.

Gangster: You know what happened last time some puto thought he'd stare me down.

Three Leaf Clover

Patrick: A whole van fulla N.O.O.S.E boys..

Patrick: Ain't no one coming at us from the right, people.

Patrick: Alright boys, it's every man for himself until we get past these guys.

Patrick: Alright man, get these guys, will ya?

Patrick: Alright, Niko. Take us back to my ma's, will ya?

Patrick: Alright, we make a move around the back. Follow me.

Derrick: Another fucking truck full of 'em. They're blocking us in.

Patrick: Are you fucking crazy? There's no way we'll lose the cops in a police cruiser.

Niko: Both of you shut up. You're behaving like children.

Patrick: Bring that shithead down, Niko.

Patrick: Bring them down, Niko.

Patrick: Can you get us some transport, Niko?

Patrick: Check to the right for us, Niko.

Patrick: Clear the area for us, Niko.

NOOSE: Clear the area, please clear the area.

Patrick: Come on, boys.

Patrick: Come on, into this car park.

Patrick: Come on, keep your heads.

Patrick: Come on, think of the money, people.

Patrick: Cover us while we make a run for it, Niko.

Derrick: Dammit, boys.

NOOSE: Do your job, boys. Drop 'em!

Patrick: Don't be fucking stupid, get in cover, Niko.

Derrick: Don't stand in our way because we don't want to hurt you.

Patrick: Down these stairs, men. Come on.

Patrick: Easy as fucking pie.

Derrick: Everybody get down. We don't want no one hurt who don't gotta be.

Patrick: Eyes right, okay?

Niko: Eyes to the front, Niko.

Patrick: Find some cover, Niko.

Derrick: Fine some cover, Packie.

NOOSE: Fire! Fire! Don't let 'em outta here.

Derrick: Frankie's gonna love this.

Derrick: Fuck you, Patrick. Fuck you.

Patrick: Fuck, boys. I ain't doing too good over here.

Patrick: Fuck, the door's locked. Shoot the lock out, Niko. we'll cover you.

Patrick: Fucking get rid of these guys, Niko.

Derrick: Get down people. Look after yourselves.

Derrick: Get down, we don't wanna hurt civilians.

Patrick: Get in cover, Niko.

Patrick: Get in cover, Packie. Ma'd be real upset if you got hit.

Patrick: Get in some cover, Niko.

Patrick: Get outta the fucking way!

Derrick: Get that boy over there, Niko.

Patrick: Get that fucker, Niko.

Patrick: Get through these bastards and then rendezvous. Let's go.

Patrick: Get us and the cash back to the house, Niko. Fuck.

Patrick: Get us and the money out of here, Niko. Fuck.

Patrick: Get us a car will you, Niko?

Patrick: Give us some cover while we run for the subway, Niko.

Patrick: Great, we're free from this fucking dungeon. Let's go.

Patrick: Guard to the left, Niko.

Patrick: Head across here, come on.

Patrick: Head into this car park, people.

Patrick: Head left, boys. Let's move it.

Patrick: Here come some heavy hitters, people.

Patrick: Here we go, boys!

Derrick: He's going to love the fact that us boys pulled off the biggest bank heist in this city's history.

Patrick: Hold 'em off for a minute, boys.

Patrick: Hold these bastards back, boys.

Patrick: How is you, me and Derrick gonna fit in there with the money?

Patrick: Hurry up and shoot the fucking lock, will you?

Derrick: I ain't built for being underground like this.

Patrick: I can taste the fresh air, boys. Can't have long to go.

Patrick: I could do with some chop right now!

Derrick: I don't like this.

Derrick: I feel like I'm in a fucking tomb.

Patrick: I got the front covered, boys.

Derrick': I got told this was going to be a smooth job. Real easy, they told me. No casualties.

Derrick: I guess I'm driving myself back. Bye.

Patrick: I need you to clear the area for us, Niko.

Derrick: I never shoulda come back to Liberty City. I knew Gerald would get me back into this shit.

Derrick: I saw your eyes light up when you thought about all the drugs you could buy with this haul.

Patrick: If this was easy then everyone would rob banks.

Patrick: I'm getting screwed here, boys.

Derrick: I'm gonna give myself a double dose when I get home.

Derrick: I'm gonna knock myself out for the fucking cunt. Try to forget about all this shit.

Patrick: Jesus Christ, we didn't get into this for people to die. Shit.

Derrick: Jesus, Niko. You look like death. Come on.

Derrick: Jesus, Packie. Show some fucking consideration. Sorry if I'm a man of principle unlike you and Gerald.

Derrick: Jesus, they're blocking off the damn road. There's another truck full of those bastards.

Patrick: Just what we needed, boys. More fucking cops.

Patrick: Keep an eye to the rear, Niko.

Patrick: Keep these fucks at bay, people.

Patrick: Let's charge through these fucks, people. There ain't no time for second thoughts.

Patrick: Let's get down here, come on.

NOOSE: Let's move it people, there's nothing to see here.

Patrick: Let's move it. Across here.

Patrick: Look out up ahead, Niko.

Patrick: Look right, Niko.

Patrick: Looks like we got a whole precinct worth a cops out here. Get in some cover.

Patrick: Looks like we got some more N.O.O.S.E. to deal with, people.

Patrick: Lose the cops before we go back to Ma's.

Patrick: Me and me brother will hold the pigs back. Get us a car, Niko.

Patrick: Moment of truth, boys. Let's go!

Derrick: Mother of God!

• Niko! Cover!

Derrick: Niko, find some cover.

Patrick: Niko, get in cover.

Patrick: Niko, make sure we're not being fucked from behind.

Patrick: Niko, that thing can't take all of us and this cash. Use your head, man.

Patrick: Niko, there ain't no way we're leading all these cops back to the house. Lose 'em.

Patrick: Niko, those guys is yours.

Patrick: Niko, will ya keep an eye to the left?

Derrick: Niko, you gotta hang in there. Don't die on us.

Patrick: Niko, you're leading us out of here. Let's go.

Patrick: Okay, boys. We're outta here. Follow me round the back.

Patrick: Okay, everyone split up.

Patrick: Okay, we're making a right up here. Come on.

NOOSE: Open fire! Open fire!

Derrick: Our argument's with the police, not innocent civilians. Get down.

Patrick: Our left side is secure, people.

Derrick: Packie, get in cover before you get yourself killed.

Derrick: Packie, get in cover now.

Patrick: Shit, a N.O.O.S.E. van.

Derrick: Shit, another car load of fucking cops.

Patrick: Shit, before the job even fucking started.

Derrick: Shit, I don't wanna die down here.

Niko: Shit, just staying here ain't going to work. There are too many of them.

Patrick: Shit, Niko. Check in front of us.

Derrick: Shit, Niko. Find some cover.

Patrick: Shit, Niko. Take him down.

Patrick: Shit, Niko. They're all over me.

Patrick: Shit, Niko. Will you handle these boys?

Derrick: Shit, Niko. You want to leave one of us behind? Get something we're all get something we're all gonna fit in.

Patrick: Shit, there's a road block. Do what you can, Niko boy.

Derrick: Shit, this boy's causing us some problems. Take him down.

Patrick: Shit, this door's locked. Shoot the lock, Niko. We got you covered.

Patrick: Sure you do, you believe in the needle and its power to make the rest of the world disappear, while you dream of nonsense.

Patrick: Take that guy down, Niko.

Patrick: Take them guys down, Niko.

Niko: Take these bags.

Derrick: That boy's an issue, Niko. Get rid of him.

Patrick: That man's yours, Niko.

Patrick: That's a bad omen if ever I saw one. We didn't even get to the damn bank. I'll speak to you soon, Niko.

Patrick: That's a fucking sea of blue. Get in cover, boys!

NOOSE: That's government money they're carrying, don't let them get away!

Derrick: There can't be another truck full of them. Jesus. They're blocking the roads.

Derrick: The cops is behind us, Jesus.

Derrick: The fucking train is running us down. Christ.

Patrick: The fucks have blocked the road. Try to make it, Niko.

Derrick: The train's heading right for us. Watch yourselves.

Niko: There ain't no reason to get in my way.

Patrick: There ain't no way round these fucks, we're going through 'em.

Niko: There are too many of them, we'll die if we stay there.

Niko: There you go.

Derrick: There's a fucking train coming. Watch out.

Patrick: There's light at the end of the tunnel, boys. We're nearly there.

Patrick: There's no way we're gonna shake the heat in a cop car, man.

Patrick: They ain't gonna get us from behind, boys. I got it covered.

Derrick: They don't make things easy for us, do they? Damn bridge is blocked.

Patrick: They got the road blocked. Try to get through it.

Derrick: They're behind us, the fucking cops.

Derrick: They're blocking the bridge.

Patrick: They've sent in another fucking van, boys.

Patrick: This ain't my idea of fun, boys. Would ya give me a hand?

Derrick: This ain't the type of thing I agree with. I ain't in it for the money. I believe in something, you know?

Niko: This ain't working. We need to get out of here.

NOOSE: This is a matter of national security, immobilize them!

Derrick: This is making me nervous, boys.

NOOSE: This is the National Office of Security Enforcement - come out now with your hands up.

Derrick: This is typical. A typical fucking McReary family screw up. Can't we do nothing right.

Patrick: This'll all be worth it when we're back at Ma's with the cash.

Patrick: Use your head, Niko. We ain't gonna be able to lose the pigs in a cop car.

Patrick: Walk in with guns and bombs, walk out with the cash. Simple as that.

Derrick: Watch out, Niko. Get in cover.

• Watch out, Packie. Get in some cover.

Patrick: We ain't going back to me ma's house with all this heat, man. Shake the cops.

Derrick: We don't want another casualty on this job. Hang in there, Niko.

Derrick: We got cops coming up behind us. Shit.

Derrick: We got cops following us, boys.

Patrick: We'll be laughing about this shit tomorrow, boys. I promise ya that.

Derrick: We'll hold off the police. You get us some transport, Niko.

Patrick: We're going across here.

Patrick: We're gonna head right, okay? Move it.

Patrick: We're heading right, people. Come on.

NOOSE: We've got a clean line of sight, take 'em down!

Patrick: Will ya look left for us, Niko?

Patrick: Will you shoot the fucking lock already, Niko?

Patrick: You ain't invincible, Niko. Get in cover.

Derrick: You ain't looking too good, Niko. Hang in there.

Patrick: You can get dosed all you like when Niko gets us back.

Niko: You carry these, okay?

Patrick: You did it, let's bust out of here.

Patrick: You don't wanna stand in our way.

Derrick: You gotta get that one, Niko.

Derrick: You knew what this job was when you signed up. Don't pretend that you're all holier than thou.

Patrick: You lead, Niko. Me and Derrick are gonna follow you to salvation.

NOOSE: You shouldn't be near here, please move on.

Derrick: You think me, me brother and the money are gonna fit in that thing? Get something bigger.

Patrick: You're guarding the rear, Niko.

Patrick: You're right. Let's cut around the back. Follow my lead.

Derrick: You've been beat up good, Niko. Pull through, okay?

Three's a Crowd

Mallorie: Boring, stop talking about that. Talk about what it's like to be here.

Mallorie: Hey, I'd like it if you called me. You must get bored hanging out with your cousin and that asshole boss of his.

Michelle: How come all the TV shows about Liberty City are either about rampant sex or mindless violence or people being extremely rich? There's so much more to life here than that.

Niko: I do not think I will have trouble with that.

Michelle: I've been told that immigrants have a real problem being targeted by criminal gangs.

Michelle: Mallorie! So, Niko, you haven't seen any crime since you've been here, have you?

Mallorie: Show Niko what Liberty City is all about then. Not so much the violence but maybe a bit of the...

Mallorie: Vlad isn't so bad.

Niko: Where I am from, it is difficult to avoid. The same is true here it seems.

Michelle: You're not into that whole gangster thing, are you, Niko?

To Live and Die in Alderney

Phil: Fuck. He was a good kid, but he screwed up today and now he paid for it.

• Hurry this shit up.

Phil: Shit, we can't stash the stuff with the cops on our backs, lose 'em.

Phil: Shit, you might be right there but that's only an attitude that's work for a lone gun like you.

Frankie: Shit. Uncle Phil's gone forever. Don't tell the other guys you saw me crying, okay?

Phil: Sniper on the roof, keep your heads down.

Niko: Sure, Frankie. My lips are sealed.

Phil: That's just the way it is.

Frankie: They're destroying us, Niko.

Phil: This thing of ours is built upon trust for everyone else in the family.

Phil: Well, you can't count on nothing going right. That's the lesson I've learnt today.

Niko: You can if you do everything yourself. If you don't rely on anybody else.

Trespass

Charlie: Chubby Charlie Matteo ain't someone you wanna piss off.

Charlie: Chubby Charlie's gonna live to eat another canoli.

Charlie: I may be getting whacked, but at least I don't employ no low rate hoods like you.

Charlie: I thought Phil Bell had Jimmy P under control. They've gone over the edge.

Charlie: Jimmy P's taken it too far this time. He's over.

Charlie: The Commission is gonna have a chuckle about this.

Charlie: We shoulda whacked all them low rate Alderney hoods a long time ago.

Charlie: What's the world coming to if low rate hoods like you is being used for muscle?

Charlie: You ain't fit to lick my spats.

Charlie: You immigrant scumbag. In my prime I coulda turned you inside out.

Charlie: You're finished. All the Pegorinos is dog food.

No sound files:

• A capo named Benny is going to be meeting with the Russians. They're gonna convince him to go to war.
• And you want it hit hard?
• Blow up the fucking bridge... make it look real ugly.
• but I'd like to think that when my ex-wife stops wanting to have me killed herself, maybe I'll be part of their lives.
• Can't be a close friend, know what I mean.
• Cause I been hearing things, things I don't like, things will get someone hurt.
• Cause I been hearing thing, things I don't like...
• Did you see a blue van parked nearby as you drove here? Back on Lyndon Avenue?
• Every time. I don't want that. I got kids.
• Hey Niko...let's go for a walk.
• I don't think so. You're pretty paranoid.
• I mean, I ain't raising them, and I ain't seeing them.
• I'm sorry to hear that.
• It was.
• It's not big deal... has Ray been talking shit? About me?
• Jimmy wants you to hit the meeting while he and I are publicly at dinner.
• Maybe the ones who don't worry, act all crazy, maybe they get to the top for a bit, frighten a few people.
• No, paranoia is when you worry about things unnecessarily...
• No.
• Of course but they don't know that and we don't want them convincing the Ancelottis either.
• Of course.
• Okay.
• one who worry, and ones who go down.
• Right.
• So, if you see Ray, if you speak to him, remind him, someone's gonna get hurt.
• They end up dead or inside within three years.
• trust me, I been in this game long enough to know there's two kind of wise guys...
• Understood... I'm a little on edge here. We got a real problem. Jimmy wants you to handle this.
• With all respect, that's not my business. I'm the hired help.
• You remember that sugar we borrowed... well the Russians ain't too pleased. They're convinced it was down to Jimmy.

Truck Hustle

Niko: Alright Phil, later on.

Triad: Get the fuck out of here.

Tunnel of Death

Patrick: A damn fucking road block. This is gonna hurt.

Niko: A lot of people need a fresh start. I hope you make the most of yours.

Niko: Aiden is gone.

Patrick: Alright, Niko. Now that we lost 'em we gotta go out to the cliffs in Leftwood.

Niko: Are you dosed?

Niko: But it ain't like I'm going to put a weapon in his hand so I can pop him, is it? You do what you got to do.

Aiden: But you came, I do have friends. I do.

Aiden: Christ, someone knows. Someone cares about old Aiden O'Malley. I knew someone had to care.

Niko: Derrick, Packie is going to help me on this job. He's going to help me get Aiden O'Malley.

Niko: Disappear, prisoner. Your old life is over. It's time to start a new one.

Aiden: Don't think about it, man, he was a rat. I don't believe a word he said about Derrick. He's fish food.

Aiden: For the grace of God, all but for the grace of God I coulda died in there.

Aiden: Fuck me. Aiden O'Malley sprung from the joint. Wait until this gets around the yard.

Aiden: Fuck, the sea air. To inhale the sea air.

LCPD: Get away from the vehicle.

Patrick: Gimme a call sometime.

Niko: Good, because I couldn't catch the prison van.

Derrick: Good, good. Make him pay, Niko. Make him pay for the shit he's been talking.

LCPD: Hold tight, back up is on it's way.

Patrick: How does a decent criminal stand a chance of losing the cops when they send choppers after him?

Derrick: I can deal with anything.

Niko: I do not like to kill unarmed men.

Aiden: I don't think I coulda spent another night in the joint.

Niko: I hope you can deal with Aiden still being out there.

Aiden: I nearly gave up hoping. I nearly lost faith.

Aiden: I tell you, you go into them showers clean and you come out dirty. You catch my drift, son?

Aiden: I thank ya, boys. I thank ya with all me heart.

Aiden: I woulda done anything to get out.

Aiden: I'd been praying to be rescued since the first day they incarcerated me in that God forsaken place.

Derrick: I'm cool.

Patrick: Is that why you were in the cop shop? Trying to find another way out of the penal system?

Patrick: It's a surprise. Wait until we get to the cliffs. You'll find out then.

Aiden: It's about bloody time. I been in there doing a stretch I didn't deserve for too long.

Aiden: Just to be outta these clothes, to be able to get up when I want to get up and walk where I want to walk.

Patrick: Later on man, call me.

Aiden: Let alone eaten another prison meal or taken another fucking shower.

Patrick: Lose 'em before I lose my fucking mind, okay?

Niko: Lose the cops. I'll try to lose the fucking cops.

Patrick: Name Derrick McReary ring any bells? He's my brother.

Patrick: Niko, send him packing.

Aiden: not that stale shit they pump through the correctional facility air condition units.

Aiden: Now this is a piece of luck. Things are looking up. Looking up alright.

Aiden: Oh Jesus. You've come.

Niko: Okay, Derrick. I'll call you again when it's done.

Aiden: Or doing a kind turn for someone who's helped you out in the past. That's what this is about, isn't it?

Niko: Release the handbreak, Packie. We need to get rid of the van as well.

Patrick: Shit, the cops have got choppers in the sky. That's fucking cheating.

Patrick: Shit, they're sending fucking choppers after us.

Aiden: Shit. The Aryan Brotherhood are going to be pissed, that's for damn sure. Sprung.

Patrick: So you thought you'd rat him out? This is the last sunset you've ever going to see. Enjoy it...

Patrick: Someone who feels you should get what you deserve.

Patrick: Sure, it's about payback.

Aiden: Thank Christ, the Virgin and every damn saint who ever walked on God's green Earth for you guys.

Aiden: That wasn't about getting out, that was pay back.

Aiden: That's what I want, sea air. Thank you, boys. Thank you.

Aiden: The way I got treated in there by the warden, the screws, by every fucking inmate in the joint.

Aiden: The whiskey, the women, every fucking thing a free man takes for granted.

Patrick: They've blocked the road. Hold on.

Aiden: This is a fucking miracle. Shit, I'm free. I've imagined this day for years.

LCPD: This is our prisoner, you will not take him.

Patrick: Trust the LCP-fucking-D to block the damn road.

Patrick: We better split up so the cops don't make us for what went down in the tunnel.

LCPD: We will not lose a prisoner on my watch.

Patrick: Well, Derrick's going to be relieved. Thanks for doing that, Niko.

Patrick: Well, hurry up and do it already.

Aiden: Who fucking knows? Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Aiden: Who is it then, who do I got to thank?

Aiden: Who knows where I'm heading but it ain't Alderney. Maybe I'll go west. Follow the setting sun.

Aiden: You boys have got to know about giving it back to someone as good as they gave it to you.

Aiden: You boys, you boys... who sent you?

Uncle Vlad

Niko: Get to the car, Roman.

Roman: Great, we go now. Vlad and Mallorie can have happy life together.

Roman: He crashes his car, this is revenge enough, no?

Roman: I brought the car round, cousin.

Roman: Look, Vlad has crashed his car and gone. Surely that is enough...

Niko: We are going to catch Vlad, Roman.

Niko: We're both going after him, Roman.

Undertaker

Patrick: Christ, that didn't have to happen.

Patrick: Come on, move it.

Patrick: Cover my family, Niko.

Patrick: Don't let 'em get my family, Niko.

Patrick: Fuck. Francis was an asshole but he didn't deserve to end up on the road like that.

Patrick: Go, go, go, go.

Patrick: Jesus, how'd that fuckin' happen?

Patrick: Jesus, they're coming out of that van. Keep 'em away from the church.

Patrick: Jesus, we lost Derrick, the poor bastard.

Patrick: Keep my family covered, alright?

Patrick: More people didn't have to die at a McReary funeral. I'll see you round.

Patrick: Okay, this is it. We can put him in the ground now.

Patrick: Shit, there's a car coming along the sidewalk.

Patrick: They're coming along the sidewalk, Niko. Hold fast.

Patrick: They've sent a whole van load. Hold 'em back, Niko.

Patrick: Watch that van, Niko. There's more of 'em coming out.

Patrick: Watch the car coming along the sidewalk, Niko.

Patrick: What are you waiting for? Go!

Patrick: You're fucking right it's a hard day.

Union Drive

Bernie: Here we are. Should I speak to them or do you want to?

Bernie: I hope he doesn't hurt himself.

Niko: I think I better do it.

Niko: I think they're gone.

Bernie: It was good knowing you, sweetie. I'm going home.

Bernie: This is a disaster. I have to go home. My life is over.

Bernie: Jesus H, Niko. Bryce is going to be devastated.

Bernie: That bitch wife of his will probably sell her story too.

Bernie: That's it is it? My life is over.

Niko: We ain't gonna get them.

Waste Not Want Knots

Patrick: A whole lot to learn. I only wish I had the time to teach you.

Michael: Ahh, fuck. It's a massacre. This ain't gonna be easy to explain.

Patrick: All that money floating in the Humboldt River.

Patrick: Alright, we're heading over to the docks in Dukes. Make it happen.

Gordon: Be cool man!

Patrick: Both of me boys is gone. I got to re-evaluate this shit.

Niko: Christ, Niko. What the fuck?

Patrick: Come on, Niko, use your head. There are four of us.

Patrick: Don't worry about Gordo and Mikey, they ain't gonna have no troubles. You'll get your share.

Gordon: Fuck, Packie's down. I ain't hanging around.

Michael: Gordo's down. This ain't good. I'm outta here.

Niko: I am not so familiar with these English phrases, but isn't that meant to mean something was easy?

Niko: I don't care so much about us, as long as the money makes it home safe.

Patrick: I like your attitude, Niko. I think we're gonna keep getting on real well.

Patrick: If you think I'm letting one of these reprobates sit on my knee, you're crazy.

Patrick: I'm goin' up to get the cash. Cover me, Niko.

Patrick: It makes me stick to me damn stomach. See you, Niko.

Michael: It'd be my fucking pleasure. See you at your ma's.

Patrick: I've got it boys. Prettiest thing I seen in all me days. I'll tell you that.

Patrick: Michael, Gordo watch our backs. Make sure none of these wops tries to come up behind us.

Patrick: Michael, Gordon tries anything you fucking shoot him. Understand?

Gordon: Michael's out. Does anyone know where he keeps his cash? Fuck it, I'm gone.

Gordon: Mikey, maybe you and me should take this cash down to Vice City. Have some fun.

Patrick: Nicely done, me boy. Nicely done. Like taking candy from a baby.

Patrick: Niko... Jesus.

Niko: Okay, if you say you are right, you are right.

Patrick: See you soon, Niko.

Gordon: Shit, the boys is dead. I ain't hanging around. Later, Niko.

Patrick: Shit, you've sunk it. Looks like we're swimming to Dukes.

Michael: Sure thing, Packie.

Patrick: That's got to be the office up there. I can smell the fucking money.

Gordon: Watch out!

Patrick: We made it, Niko. Who'd a thought we'd fucking survive that?

Patrick: What are you doing?

Patrick: What do ya fucking call this? Get us a car we can all fit in.

Patrick: What the hell have you done? I thought you were a damn sailor?

Niko: When taking candy from babies you are not meant to have to kill a load of their employees.

Gordon: Why are we always waitin' for you?

Patrick: Why'd you have to go and sink it? Now we're swimming to Dukes.

Patrick: You guys take the money and meet me back at Ma's. Me and Niko are taking a swim.

Patrick: You have a lot to learn about the English language, my friend.

Gordon: You're trusting us with the money?

Weekend at Florian's

Talbot: Ahhhh. Just go straight here.

Niko: All that has changed is that I am hunting one man instead of two...

Talbot: Alright, fine.

Talbot: Alright, this isn't the normal route I take but keep going.

Talbot: Can't say I'm entirely sure about this, head on though.

Roman: Chill, cousin. If you go so fast we aren't going to find it.

Roman: Come on, NB. We won't ever find Florian unless you follow these directions.

• Come on, Niko.

Roman: Cousin, I know you want to find him soon, but you must go slowly to do it.

Roman: Cousin, Talbot is dead. We needed him to take us to Florian.

Roman: Follow his direction or we will never get there, cousin.

Roman: Get back here, Cousin.

Niko: Get in the car. You're showing us where Florian lives.

Roman: Get out of here. I don't want to see you at any more tournaments either.

Roman: Get out of there, NB.

Roman: He got away from us, NB. We're not going to be able to find Florian now.

Talbot: Here we are, this is Bernie's place. Can I go?

Roman: How're we going to kidnap someone with that car? Get something bigger.

Talbot: I think I can get us there if we keep going.

Talbot: I think we're close.

Niko: I will be calm when we find Florian. See you, cousin.

Roman: I'm not having Talbot sit on my knee. Get a bigger car.

Talbot: I'm pretty sure we're close now.

Talbot: Maybe if you, ummm, took a left here.

Roman: Niko, be calm. We will find Florian soon.

Roman: Niko, get out of the car.

Roman: Niko, you didn't need to kill him. He brought us here.

Niko: Now that I know it was Darko, he is all I will be able to think about.

Talbot: Okay, I don't recognize this but keep going.

Talbot: Okay, we're getting closer.

Roman: Put some pace on it, Niko.

Niko: Ray, I ain't gonna find the guy I'm after.

Niko: Relax? This is not possible, Roman.

Roman: Shit NB, are you cranked on speed? We have to go slow to find the address.

Roman: Shit, I would've chased him if I'd known you were so slow.

Roman: Shit, NB. I haven't got time to sit here while you fuck about.

Niko: Shit. Fucking cocksucker.

Niko: Shit. Motherfucking shit.

Roman: Slowly, slowly, catchy monkey, NB. We won't find him if you are racing.

Roman: So, it was Darko Brevic who betrayed you. Now you know. You should relax.

Roman: Speed up, NB, he's getting away.

• Start again like he did.

Talbot: Stay on this street.

Roman: Stop fucking about and get to this place, cousin.

Niko: Talbot, if you screw me around you are a dead man.

Niko: There is no starting again. Darko Brevic may not be here in Liberty City, but he's still out there.

Talbot: Ummm, I might be lost but keep going and I'll see if I can get there.

Talbot: Ummm. I really don't recognize this. I can't help you from here I'm afraid.

Roman: We aren't going to find this place if you keep messing around.

Roman: We must go slowly to find this place, NB.

Talbot: We're nearly there guys.

Talbot: We're pretty near now.

Talbot: What has Bernie gotten me into?

Roman: What you playing at, NB?

Niko: When I find Florian... when I find him...

Niko: Where am I going?

Talbot: Where's Roman? What's happening?

Talbot: Why have you left Roman behind, are you going to kill me?

Talbot: Why isn't Roman with us? What's going on?

Roman: You think we're stupid, Talbot? We have been here already.

Wrong is Right

U.L. Paper: Got to? You need to learn to control yourself, Bellic. Come to see me again.

Niko: I don't got no choice about this.

Oleg: I meant no harm to this great country, nor to Russia if that is who sent you. Please.

Niko: I'm sorry, I got to Minkov's friend before he arrived.

Oleg: It was not meant to be taken literally.

Niko: Let's get this over with then.

Oleg: Please don't kill me. I did not mean what I was saying. They were just ideas.

Niko: Sounds like it's you or me, friend.

Oleg: They've come, they want me dead.

Niko: You upset some powerful people, friend.