Undress to Kill/Script

Niko: Dwayne?

Dwayne: Sup, man?

Niko: Not much. How are you doing?

Dwayne: I can't cope no more, man. I mean, prison was easy compared to this shit.

Niko: I'm sure it was.

Dwayne: Fuck it, man. Fuck it all! I mean, I used to have everything. I used to run uptown. Bohan, all that shit. Now, I ain't shit.

Niko: Hey, let's get it back.

Dwayne: No. I can't man. I ain't got the energy no more. I been stabbed in the back too many fucking times. I mean, there's bitches everywhere.

Niko: Well, I'll do it, for you, I mean.

Dwayne: Nah, fuck that.

Niko: Come on man, stop being so miserable. What did you lose?

Dwayne: Shit, man. This club... I'm talkin' a real gentlemen's place. It's called the Triangle Club, on Drill Street in Bohan. I'm talkin' real class, you know what I'm sayin'? But when I went down, some fucking gangsters came and took it.

Niko: Well, I'll clean out the squatters for you. No problem.

Dwayne: Man, you the real deal. I owe you.

Niko: Big time, but we'll talk about that later.

Dwayne: Man, you the truth.