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– It's amazing!

– What's up now, Toreno?

– This history. It's all lies. It says Hitler killed himself and that we nuked Japan. And people believe this shit. Jesus. Well, if it makes them sleep better at night, I guess.

– Hey Carl. You gotta stay nice and low on your approach or you'll pop up on the radar. Use the canyon as cover.

– You sure this thing's safe, I can see daylight through the floor?

– Hey, in that thing you look like an enthusiast. The US Air Force is less likely to shoot you down.

– Cool. What's the problem then?

– I said less likely. If you did as many amphetamines as these guys do, you'd be lucky not to shoot anything that moves.

– Aw, shit.

– Hey, just stay low and you'll be fine.

– Hey Carl! What do you think of our new base of operations?

– It's missing something. Maybe a tennis court and a pool would help motivate me better.

– Very nice Carl, very cute.

– What's the plan?

– I'm gonna pull alongside and you're gonna hop on board!

– Oh shit, you did not mention that on the phone.

– It'll be a walk in the park!

– Tell Kendl I love her!

A girl's heart is like a haunted house!

The Truth: I'm in Bayside, Whole town is crawling with dudes in black suits. I need your help, CJ! I've done some mushrooms, but it hasn't calmed me down at all. CJ! They're after me!

Toreno: Carl...

CJ: Hell! What do you want?

Toreno: Relax. Listen. Can you fly a plane?

CJ: No. Next question.

CJ: Man, you guys play hard!

Zero: I told you, Carl, this is war, just on a tiny scale!

– It's a tiny soviet invasion!

– Make love toys, not war toys!

CJ: What's wrong with you now?

Zero: I've learned an important lesson.

CJ: What?

Zero: That it's fun to have an enemy. That with Berkley dead my life is also over.

CJ: What do you mean?

Zero: It is perfectly natural, Carl. We're fighting machines, Carl, as much as this tank, or that chopper. And with no one to fight, we're nothing. I am just facing up to the void. Don't mind me, Carl. I am having an existential crisis. You carry on painting graffiti and wearing your gold chains. All I want is a little peace.

CJ: I got the cops on my case, a big fat prick who betrayed me and you're having such a crisis? Man, I'll give you ‘exi-mental', you damn square. What's that noise?

Big Smoke: The problem is, too many of the chosen ones' get killed before their time, man.

CJ: If the afterlife means peace from your bullshit, I think I'm ready. What's in the damn package, Smoke? No more bullshit!

CJ: This thing wasn't built to take so much weight!

Big Smoke: You're the one packing on the pounds, CJ!

CJ: They don't call you BIG Smoke for nothing!

Big Smoke: Shit, I was born big, fool! You, on the other hand, have a dietary problem!

CJ: Where we goin' then?

Sweet: She should hang out at our place, until those Seville fools calm down. Just want to make things clear, though, we ain't no item or nothing like that – nothing like that, baby.

Girl: And what was last night, huh? And what's with all the, «Girl, you're somethin' special!» And, «C'mon, girl, you know I love you!»

Sweet: Well I do, just don't think there's no wedding bells around the corner, that's all.

Girl: We will talk about this in private, Sweet Johnson!

CJ: You in trouble now, Sweet.

Cesar: Easy, angel, man don't find love, love finds man, eh chico.

CJ: Hey Sweet, I was just looking for you man, wassup?

Sweet: I been with some girl and now I'm stuck.

CJ: I ain't about to come help prise you two apart!

Ken Rosenberg: Any minute now, some mafia bullets is going to splatter my brains all over the wall! My wall, my beautiful wall...

Tony: Ooh, you missed a bit. I'll have that. Forgeddaboudit!

Ken Rosenberg: Oh, that's a great idea, Tony, but you know what? It ain't going to work, OK? Not this time...

– This is the spot – National Guard Depot.

– Man, this shit looks real serious. Are we up to this?

– It's National Guard, fool! Weekend soldiers! Ain't no match for Groove Street OGs!

– I lost my little brother and now I lost my Moms.

– Don't matter how much shit this city throws at you, CJ, you gotta stick by yo'homies!

– Yeah, I guess...

– Эй, не сваливайте всё на меня! Вы вроде не возражали!

– Ты несёшь ответственность за действия Тамии.

– Кто это так решил?

– Я, только что.

– Понятно.

– Думаю, умножитель пространства вышел из-под контроля.

– Скажи, а можно сбросить машину?

– Можно, но... Нажимаешь вверх, вверх, вниз, вниз, влево, вправо, влево, вправо и два раза на «установку».

– И Кейчи так может сделать?

– Боюсь что нет.

– Где Райбек?

– Заперт в холодильнике.

– С ума сошли? Там десять градусов мороза!

– Всё в порядке, его охраняют.

– Они сделают десять пехотинцев и сто коков.

– Стойте! Там что-то написано!

– «Редактирование, уничтожение или изъятие документов строго запрещены, как и использование магии поблизости».

– Нам нельзя использовать магию?

– Луиза, ты и так не умеешь ей пользоваться, тебе ли не всё равно?

А... Как мне это школьные деньки напоминает... Хотя что-то не припомню таких замечательных эпизодов из школьных дней.