Billy: Then answer the God damn question. Why the fuck haven't wewe gotten it back for me, friend-brother?
Johnny: One word: business. Like I told wewe when wewe were in there, au were wewe so busy playing holier-than-thou wewe started believing your own bullshit?
Billy: GET! MY! BIKE!
Johnny: What am I!? YOUR FUCKIN DOG!?

Brian: Please Johnny, I'm bagging yo-
Johnny: (points a pistol at Brian's head) SHUT UP BRIAN! For once in your life do NOT be a pussy!... (ready to pull the trigger) wewe GOTTA TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!

Johnny: I like you, Ray. Still keep your humor in the midst of an almighty fuck-up. See wewe around.

Ray: Who do wewe think you're bullshitting?
Johnny: A ng'ombe shitter. [laughing with Jim]

Lawyer: wewe better have a good lawyer, pal.
Johnny: Yeah? Well, in my books, the only good lawyer is a dead one.
Lawyer: Uhh... okay?
Johnny: Put the brakes on your case against Dave Grossman au you'll be one good fucking lawyer, dude.

Johnny: (shooting) Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Johnny: Good. Hey, let me ask wewe something... Do wewe really enjoy life?
Leavis: I don't really know what wewe mean, sir.
Johnny: I mean, does serving all these rich morons, wewe know... smell of money and all that stuff, wewe know, does that make wewe happy?
Leavis: Yes, sir, something like that. And tell me, sir, are wewe happy? I mean, has giving the man the, err, finger, really satisfied some inner urge within you, sir?
Johnny: Well, I think what I've learned is that there's always a man, dude. He just wears a different uniform.

Johnny: Nothing like selling some dope to let wewe know your alive!

Johnny: (yelling at Trevor) We all get high! WE ALL GET HIGH!.. But that don't make it right!

Johnny; (shooting) I DON'T CARE IF I DIE!!