Pulling Another Favor/Script

The following are dialog and mission scripts for "Pulling Another Favor", a mission in Grand Theft Auto V.


Tonya Wiggins: Hey, boo, I knew you couldn't stay away.

(Franklin approaches Tonya)

Franklin Clinton: Tonya, do you ever clean you raggedy bitch-ass up?

Tonya Wiggins: Fuck you, Lamar. I mean, Franklin, or whatever. Everybody on the block knows you've gone all Vinewood and shit.

Franklin Clinton: Well shit, if going Vinewood means I ain't hittin' the pipe like 1992, then shit, I'm guilty as charged.

Tonya Wiggins: Punk-ass...

Franklin Clinton: What?

Tonya Wiggins: Bitch-ass...

Franklin Clinton: Excuse me?

Tonya Wiggins: Look, I'm sorry. But where's your love for the hood? JB ain't doin' good, he needs help. We need your help, nigga. We gonna lose everything.

Franklin Clinton: Alright!

Tonya Wiggins: Shit!

Franklin Clinton: What do I gotta do?

Tonya Wiggins: Same as before, boo, a little help with the tow truck. Nothin' for a real man like you.

Franklin Clinton: Alright. You just get yourself together, your ass done went crazy.

(Franklin and Tonya begin heading to the LSPD Auto Impound)

Tonya Wiggins: You never could say no to me, Franklin Clinton. I ain't so cracked out I don't remember that night behind the Burger Shot.

Franklin Clinton: Not this again. What? We was like thirteen.

Tonya Wiggins: But you was a man after that night.

Franklin Clinton: Damn, every time with this shit. And nothing even happened.

Tonya Wiggins: It's all good, baby. I know that wound ain't healed.

(Franklin and Tonya arrive at the LSPD Auto Impound)

Tonya Wiggins: That's our truck. You know the drill.

(Franklin and Tonya enter the truck, and begin to drive off)

Tonya Wiggins: Dispatch, what you got?

Dispatch: 10-4. We got an SUV in a handicapped spot without a sticker at the Lucky Plucker in Little Seoul. Do you copy?

Tonya Wiggins: You know I don't copy, I'm an original. Yeah, we got you. JB still sick.

Franklin Clinton: Man you sure you need me? 'Cause you look like you know what you doin'.

Tonya Wiggins: One, I can't drive. And two, this ain't no work for a lady.

Franklin Clinton: Oh, you really fightin' the feminist cause there, ain't you Tonya?

Tonya Wiggins: Like your aunt, you mean? I saw her fake-jogging the other day, chanting some whacked-out nonsense. That bitch is crazy.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah. That we can agree on.

Tonya Wiggins: And I got qualifications, honey.

Franklin Clinton: Like hell you do.

Tonya Wiggins: I got a certificate in cosmology. You never seen my nails?

Franklin Clinton: What, you going into space now?

Tonya Wiggins: You always did think you was so clever. Remember Davis High? You didn't learn shit at that school.

Franklin Clinton: You got your math on the corner in Davis.

(Franklin and Tonya drive to the Lucky Plucker and hook up the illegally parked SUV)

Tonya Wiggins: We're on, boo. Let's move it out.

(Franklin and Tonya begin driving back to the LSPD Auto Impound)

Franklin Clinton: This ain't a job for makin' new friends is it?

Tonya Wiggins: I thought you been into some repo work?

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, that's true. Same shit but nicer cars.

Tonya Wiggins: It's an honest dollar, and there ain't many of those around.

Franklin Clinton: An honest dollar that I ain't seein' yet. Man, JB needs to get his head straight.

Tonya Wiggins: JB's goin' through a hard time.

Franklin Clinton: A hard time sitting on his ass smoking crack.

Tonya Wiggins: I gotta keep his hours up. Word is they gonna sell the business. A new owner ain't good news for the drivers with no papers. JB sold his social for a piece two years back.

Franklin Clinton: I see the problem, but I just don't see that it's mine.

Tonya Wiggins: You too good to cover a brother now?

Franklin Clinton: I'm here, ain't I? I been covering that brother for twenty years.

(Franklin and Tonya drive back to the LSPD Auto Impound)

Tonya Wiggins: Drop it in the marked area. Same as before, honey.

(Franklin unhooks the car in the marked area)

Tonya Wiggins: I'll make it up to you, Franklin, you know I will. See you round.

Post mission phone call

Tonya Wiggins: Don't you "hey baby" me. Where you at? 'Cause you supposed to workin', JB! No, I ain't your momma. She got wise and ditched your ass first chance she could. How faded are you, nigga? You ain't even makin' no sense. Who's that? Who you with? Keandra? I'm out here coverin' your ass, while you say smokin' with that hooch? Yeah, she don't talk back to you 'cause she's dumber than dirt, fool. Well you ain't puttin' your hands on me any time soon. That skank got mad diseases. Yeah, whatever. I'll talk to you later.

Post mission near Tonya

Tonya Wiggins: You gonna creep around me the whole damn day?

(If Franklin does not leave)

Tonya Wiggins: I'll catch you later, Boo. Momma got other needs right now.

(If Franklin does not leave)

Tonya Wiggins: Everything in moderation, Franklin. Even me.

(If Franklin does not leave)

Tonya Wiggins: No wonder Tanisha ran out on your ass with these kinds of moves.

(If Franklin does not leave)

Tonya Wiggins: You never heard of givin' a girl space?