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.

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?

Kate: 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.

• 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.

Kate: 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.

Kate: Oh really?

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

Kate: So, here we are.

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.

Roman: 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?

Niko: 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?

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.