Grand Theft Auto V (2013 Video Game)

Shawn Fonteno: Franklin Clinton

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• Simeon Yetarian : You tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be.

  Franklin : What?

• Michael De Santa : Surviving is winning, Franklin, everything else is bullshit. Fairy tales spun by people too afraid to look life in the eye. Whatever it takes, kid: survive.

  Franklin : Damn straight.

• Lamar Davis : Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?

  Franklin : Man, fuck you. I'll see you at work.

  Lamar Davis : Ah, nigga, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, nigga. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some bitches on your dick. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop fuckin' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fucking with. Nigga...

  Franklin : What?

• Lamar Davis : I'm getting my money in the hood, I'm straight, fool. I'm cool!

  Franklin : You cool? Cool what? Slinging dope and throwing up gang signs?

• Franklin : [as he, Michael and Trevor stand over Devin Weston, bound and gagged in a trunk]  My bad, homie. I picked C. Ain't that a bitch?

• Franklin : Fuck man, you know how it is, homie. You just start running and shit. Then all of a sudden your legs give in and you just can't run no more.

• Michael De Santa : [Ending A; Trevor burns alive and then perishes in a fiery explosion]  You always liked gasoline, Trevor!

  Franklin : Man, that was your best fucking friend!

  Michael De Santa : [walks away]  Fuck you. Aahh! You know what, tough guy? It's... it's time you grow the fuck up.

  [anguished] 

  Michael De Santa : I mean, I admit I'm a bad piece of work. But that guy? That piece of shit! No boundaries. No sense of when to back off. No nothing! Twenty four seven insanity! Day in and day out! All the time! Never regretted nothing. Never cared for nothing. Well, fuck him. I mean... there's gotta be a limit, kid. You know? A point where even assholes like us say enough is e-fucking-nough. Human stew... that's my limit. I know that now.

  Franklin : I guess that's that then.

• Michael De Santa : You know, Devin, the way I see it, and hey, I'm no intelligent businessman like you. But the way I see it, there's two great evils that bedevil American capitalism of the kind you practice: Number one is outsourcing. You paid a private company to do your dirty work, and then you under paid that company because you thought you were big enough and bad enough that you didn't have to play by the rules. Oh, number two: off-shoring your profits.

  Trevor Philips : Off-shore?

  Michael De Santa : Oh, it's horrible. You wouldn't want to be sent off-shore just to save a little money, would you, T?

  Trevor Philips : Oh, no, I wouldn't.

  Michael De Santa : Franklin?

  Franklin : Oh, nah. I ain't goin' nowhere.

  Michael De Santa : But we know your opinions on the matter, Devin. Keep your problems the fuck out of America, huh?

  Trevor Philips : In this instance, when he puts it like that, it makes sense.

  Michael De Santa : Of course it does. Hey, Devin, goodbye, my old friend. Thanks for all the advice.

  Franklin : Buh-bye.

• Franklin : [they just killed Devin Weston, along with all their other enemies]  Now what?

  Michael De Santa : Now to keep a low profile and get on with our lives.

  Trevor Philips : As friends.

  Michael De Santa : What, do I have a choice?

  Trevor Philips : No, not really.

  Michael De Santa : Alright, then. As flawed, awful, totally uncomfortable, poorly matched friends. Absolutely.

  Trevor Philips : Well that's perfect, then we can get back to the kind of capitalism we practice.

  Franklin : Shit, I don't know how much more better that is than Devin's kind.

  Michael De Santa : Ooh, hypocrisy, Franklin. Civilization's greatest virtue.

  Trevor Philips : Jesus, your therapist has a lot to answer for.

  Michael De Santa : I know. I still hate myself. But at least I know the words for it now.

  Trevor Philips : Yeah, but I hate you and I know the words for it. Does that mean I don't have to go to therapy?

• Lamar Davis : [Lamar, Franklin and Trevor are cautiously approaching a house operated by a rival gang to buy drugs. A dealer approaches the door]  Courier service. Package to collect.

  Dealer : You got the grip?

  Lamar Davis : [Opens a duffel bag to reveal a large amount of money]  Present and accounted for.

  [the dealer slowly goes back inside] 

  Lamar Davis : You like that, huh?

  Dealer : [Re-emerges with a brick of cocaine]  Sample?

  Lamar Davis : Now we talkin'!

  [the dealer gives him a line of cocain off the edge of his knife, and Lamar snorts it with approval] 

  Lamar Davis : Huh-huh-huh! My throat gettin' numb already!

  Franklin : So we good, nigga, right? Well, let's go!

  Trevor Philips : How 'bout a taste?

  Franklin : No, man! We leavin'!

  Trevor Philips : I want a taste of the other side of the brick.

  Dealer : No, you heard what your boy said; you leavin'!

  Trevor Philips : [Reaches for the brick, which the dealer tries to pull away]  Hey, gimme, gimme that! Gimme that... back!

  [They snap the brick in half, revealing it's filled with drywall] 

  Trevor Philips : Woah...

  Franklin : What the fuck?

  Trevor Philips : [Furious]  Did we ask for a key... or a fucking ounce?

  Lamar Davis : Man, that's motherfuckin' drywall!

  Dealer : [to hidden thugs]  Hey, we got some motherfucking buyer's remorse out here!

  [Hides in the house] 

  Trevor Philips : You can't fucking hustle a hustler!

• Lester Crest : For a couple of mid-west stick-up artists, you guys sure have become a pair of whiny, west coast DOUCHEBAGS!

  Franklin : What the fuck is wrong with the west coast?

  Lester Crest : Oh, nothing. I love it here. Everyone's so numbed by the sun that if you use a three-syllable word, they think you're a professor.

  Franklin : Man, fuck you.

  Trevor Philips : [yelling]  Yeah, fuck you, you high and mighty weasel! And you don't talk down to these fucking idiots!

  Michael De Santa : Hey! Leave Lester alone.

  Trevor Philips : Oh, oh you and Lester together? Oh now that makes fucking sense!

  Franklin : Oh for fuck's sake, man. You all are assholes. Man, I gotta go calm down, homey. This shit was real illuminating.

  [walks away] 

  Michael De Santa : Franklin, I'm sorry. Come on back, have a beer or something.

• Michael De Santa : Oh, hey, Trevor's got his wife.

  Franklin : Trevor's got a wife?

  Michael De Santa : No, no, the Mexican's wife.

  Franklin : What? Shit, I don't know what to say about that one.

  Michael De Santa : Nothing. Nothing to say about that.

• Michael De Santa : Arrgh!

  Franklin : Hey, what's the problem, dog?

  Michael De Santa : Steve fucking Haines!

  Franklin : Of course it's Steve fucking Haines. It's always Steve Haines.

  Lester Crest : That is not strictly true. It's either Steve Haines or it's Trevor, or it's his family. It's always one of them.

  Michael De Santa : Yeah, that's true. It is always one of them. I'm a fat old fuck with a horrible family and even worse friends. I told you, Franklin, I ain't a good role model. Period.

  Franklin : Yeah, whatever, dog. It's either this or dealing dimebags. The bullets come crackin' at yo ass either way.

• Trevor Philips : [Trevor drives up to an abandoned lot where Franklin is waiting with a gun hidden behind his back]  Hey, man. How you doing?

  Franklin : Shit, I'm good, T. And you?

  Trevor Philips : Peachy. I know what this is about

  Franklin : You do?

  Trevor Philips : Course. It's Michael! You're the peacemaker. Well, I ain't havin' it, alright? I ain't havin' it. Maybe when the heat dies down, but this, nah, I ain't havin'. I mean, that's it, right? Huh? Wasn't it? WASN'T IT?

  Franklin : But Michael ain't the problem.

  [pulls his gun on him] 

  Franklin : T, I like you. You scare the shit out of me sometimes. You creep me the fuck out. But... but the way I see it, the way anyone normal would see it, not that any of this shit is normal. Man, you gonna get us all fuckin' killed.

  Trevor Philips : You're gonna whack me? Huh? Me? I ain't been nothing but straight and true with you.

  Franklin : I'm sorry, man. You have been true with me. But the truth ain't what I'm interested in.

  Trevor Philips : [drives off]  You fucking Judas! You're just like him!

• Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : I know some sweet boys in the pen that got bigger balls than you.

  Franklin : Oh, you been doin' your time lookin' at sweet boy balls?

• Franklin : Look, man, you two motherfuckers terrify me of that middle-age.

  Michael De Santa : You're right to be afraid, Franklin.

  Franklin : Yeah.

  Michael De Santa : [theatrically]  Be very afraid, Franklin.

  [Franklin rides off on his motorcycle as Michael gets into his car] 

  Michael De Santa : I'll tell you one thing, T. I'm gettin' too old for this nonsense.

  [drives off, as Trevor awkwardly walks out of frame] 

• Franklin : Bitch-ass bullshit.

• Steve Haines : [confronting Franklin out of nowhere]  Whoa. What's up, playa?

  Dave Norton : Hello, Franklin.

  Franklin : Man, I don't know y'all. We done.

  Steve Haines : Hey, we ain't done yet, homie. Not yet.

  Dave Norton : Nearly.

  Franklin : Man, what the fuck do y'all want me to do? Kill the president? Fuck his wife or something? Or invade some fucking country?

  Steve Haines : No, no, something more sensible.

  Dave Norton : Something that's got to be done.

  Steve Haines : Hey. When the timing's right, you're gonna take old Trevor and put him out to pasture, homie.

  Dave Norton : See, Michael will be sensible. But Trevor. Trevor won't be.

  Steve Haines : Trevor is a liability that none of us can afford.

  Franklin : Man, Trevor saved you. He saved all y'all asses.

  Dave Norton : And it's unfortunate.

  Steve Haines : Hey, when we give you the word, you're gonna do this thing.

  Franklin : Get Michael to do it. Me and Trevor cool, dog.

  Dave Norton : Michael can't do it. Trevor won't let him near.

  Steve Haines : That's why it's up to you, homie.

• Franklin : I'm a hide in plain sight type of nigga.

  Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : No, you a punk bitch type of nigga.

• Franklin : We can't repo the assets of a dead man, big sittin' chief asshole!

• Michael De Santa : It's a foolish man who builds his house in sand, baby.

  Franklin : I don't think my boy Matthew was thinking trucks when he wrote that shit.

• Franklin : We're finna risk our lives to rob some motherfucking government killers again?

  Michael De Santa : Yup.

• Franklin : Go toss a salad, Stretch mark-ass bitch.

• Franklin : [dog barks]  Wait, you talkin' about my kinda bitches or yours?

• Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : You get what you give.

  Franklin : Oh, so you been gettin' dick, but you ain't givin' it, huh?

  Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : Some mark talk like that to a OG?

• Lamar Davis : [the only occurrence in the game where Michael and Lamar speak to each other; Michael is sitting on a bench at the beach as Franklin and Lamar walk by him]  Excuse me, homie, can you tell me where Bertolt Beach House is?

  Michael De Santa : No, homie, I cannot.

  Franklin : Man, would you come on? Fuck.

  Michael De Santa : [stands up]  Actually, yeah. That house right there with the yellow stairs.

  Lamar Davis : Good lookin' out, homie. Appreciate it.

• Franklin : [stealing a car]  Don't make me commit a 187, homey.

• Lamar Davis : [the feds had just told Franklin to kill Trevor]  Hey, who was that?

  Franklin : Nobody. Don't worry about it, nigga.

  Lamar Davis : Hey! Ol' flossin' ass nigga.

• Lamar Davis : You gonna drive? Let's go pick up this heat, nigga.

  Franklin : Why?

  Lamar Davis , Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : Business, nigga.

• Franklin : You definitely got hit up inside.

  Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : Hit up? Yo, motherfucker, I know little niggas like you been turned out on the daily. Talking about being hit up, nigga. I swear, man. You ain't got no motherfuckin' respect.

  Franklin : Motherfucker, I got respect for reality.

  Harold 'Stretch' Joseph : Reality? Alright, alright, you keep thinking that. Just keep thinking that, nigga. Shit, you gon' get yours.

  Franklin : Fuck you.

• Franklin : You can always buy another boat.

  Michael De Santa : Yeah, tell my accountant that.

  Franklin : You could get credit for one.

  Michael De Santa : And have you come repo it? No thank you.

  Franklin : Alright, homey.

  Michael De Santa : I ain't your homey. I'm someone you wanna impress.

  Franklin : Really? I thought you was retired. Why the fuck do I wanna impress slipper wearing motherfucker?

  Michael De Santa : Because I can still teach you a thing or two. Maybe help you open the door to all the joys that boat-related parenting issues entail.