A life, Jimmy, you know what that is? It’s the s*** that happens while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
Stir up a hornet’s nest, ain’t no telling who’s gonna get stung.
You know, Avon, you gotta think about what we got in this game for, man. Huh? Was it the rep? Was it so our names could ring out on some f***ing ghetto streetcorners, man? Naw, man. There’s games beyond the f***ing game.
You know the difference between me and you? I bleed red, you bleed green.[to Stringer]
That’s good. That’s like a 40-degree day. Ain’t nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day. 50? Bring a smile to your face. 60? S***, niggas is damn near barbecuing on that motherf***er. Go down to 20, niggas get they bitch on. Get they blood complaining. But 40? Nobody give a f*** about 40. Nobody remember 40, and y’all niggas is giving me way too many 40-degree days. What the f***?
No matter how many times you get burnt, man, you just keep on doing the same.
You know what they call it when judge, jury and perp all go to the same family barbecue? Catch and release.
Middle management means that you have just enough responsibility that you got to listen when people talk, and not so much that you can tell anybody to go f*** themselves.
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We ain’t gotta dream no more, man.[to Avon]
The things that make me right for this job, maybe they’re the same things that make me wrong for everything else.
It ain’t right for you to be at the head of our table when you can’t call off your d**. Call it a crisis of leadership.[to Stringer]
I ain’t no suit-wearing businessman like you. You know, I’m just a gangster, I suppose. And I want my corners.[to Stringer]
