Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (2004 Video Game)
Faizon Love: Sean 'Sweet' Johnson
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Quotes
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[near the end of a huge police chase]
Big Smoke : Oh shit! Roadblock up ahead!
Carl Johnson : The K's jammed!
Big Smoke : Fuck it, I'm goin' through!
Sweet Johnson : CJ, we got the ghetto bird up ahead!
Aerial Police (Cop 1) : This is the LSPD, do not... hey, what the fuck! TOO LOW! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!
Sweet Johnson : Back up Smoke, BACK UP!
Big Smoke : Hell no, I'm going through!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Oh man, we gonna die!
[the helicopter skims over the car, shredding the motorcycle cop on the hood of the car]
Carl Johnson : OH SHIT!
[Smoke proceeds]
Sweet Johnson : Slow down Smoke, SLOW DOWN!
Big Smoke : Oh shit, the brakes is out!
[Everyone bails out at the last second as the car smashes through a billboard, and crashes on a rig on the freeway below]
Big Smoke : [looking at the carnage on the freeway from the smashed billboard] Shit! That's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin' the blunt!
Sweet Johnson : Now THAT was some some serious shit! Whoo!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Fuck this, we gotta get outta here.
Sweet Johnson : Ryder's right. Everyone split up, and we'll meet up later.
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Sweet Johnson : You're dressed like a hooker!
Kendl : You two would know what a hooker looks like.
Carl Johnson : You say that like it's a bad thing.
Sweet Johnson , Kendl : Shut up, Carl!
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[first lines]
Carl Johnson : [voiceover] After five years on the East Coast, it was time to go home
[a previous phone call is heard]
Carl Johnson : 'Sup?
Sweet Johnson : Carl, it's Sweet.
Carl Johnson : Whassup, Sweet, what you want?
Sweet Johnson : It's Moms... She's dead, bro.
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Sweet Johnson : [CJ and Sweet are driving down to Grove Street during the riots] So who's the weird Brit?
Carl Johnson : What? Oh, Maccer? He got a little problem he can't control.
Sweet Johnson : What kinda problem?
Carl Johnson : He can't stop, you know, givin' himself a little bit.
Sweet Johnson : What, you mean he likes to consult Professor Hans Jerkov?
Carl Johnson : [laughs] Yeah, regularly.
Sweet Johnson : Spank the monkey?
Carl Johnson : Yeah.
Sweet Johnson : Take Palm-ela out?
Carl Johnson : Quit it!
[laughs]
Sweet Johnson : Burp the worm?
Carl Johnson : Enough, man!
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Say, CJ, you gonna crash the car again?
Carl Johnson : Fuck you, Ryda'.
Sweet Johnson : Ryda', give CJ a break, man. He's practically turned the Grove around by himself.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Man, I was just tellin' a joke on the lil' nigga.
Carl Johnson : Everythang you do is a joke, Ryder.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : That ain't true!
Big Smoke : Ryda'... just chill the fuck out, man!
Sweet Johnson : Remember, we're reuniting the families, so no bullshit. Stay cool.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : You know me, Sweet, cool as a Shaolin monk!
Sweet Johnson : Especially you, Ryda.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : What you mean? I resent your implication, and shit.
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[Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house]
Big Smoke : [to Sweet] Hey, you gotta keep it real, man.
Sweet Johnson : Man, nobody give a shit about the 'hood.
Big Smoke : I do!
Sweet Johnson : All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tight.
Big Smoke : I don't know, man.
[CJ enters]
Carl Johnson : Whassup, ya'll?
Sweet Johnson : Whassup, CJ?
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : What's cracking?
Sweet Johnson : Man, all they care about is smoking and money.
Big Smoke : You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet.
Sweet Johnson : Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men.
Big Smoke : Yeah, but they're down with us, man.
Sweet Johnson : All they down with is money. CJ - go down there and show these fools you mean business. these chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it.
Carl Johnson : We been putting time in the 'hood, but we gotta get the homies back together, like the old days.
Sweet Johnson : Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder go handle your business!
[to Big Smoke]
Sweet Johnson : Man, they'd slang to their own Momma. They don't care about nothing.
Big Smoke : You're naÔve, my friend. We gotta keep our focus.
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[CJ is in the recording studio at Madd Dogg's Crib. He is on the phone]
Carl Johnson : I don't care 'how', I care 'when'.
[Toreno walks up behind CJ]
Carl Johnson : As in 'now'. You hear me?
[Toreno takes the phone out of CJ's hand]
Carl Johnson : Hey, man, what the - ?
Mike Toreno : Hello, boss man. Taking care of business I see.
Carl Johnson : Toreno, fuck you. I almost lost my life out there for you.
Mike Toreno : I've just got one tiny little thing for you to do, then I'm out of your life forever.
[CJ pulls out a gun and points it at Toreno]
Carl Johnson : You know what? I'm tired of your fucking little jobs.
Mike Toreno : Oh, will you stop? This is pathetic, come on. You're embarrassing yourself. Come on, put it down. Don't be ridiculous, OK?
[Toreno pushes the gun down]
Mike Toreno : Hey, I got a little surprise for you here. You ready for this? Huh?
Carl Johnson : [his phone rings]
Mike Toreno : Answer it
[CJ answers the phone]
Carl Johnson : Hello?
Sweet Johnson : Carl, it's me, Sweet.
Carl Johnson : Aw, Sweet!
Sweet Johnson : I don't know what happened, they just released me. No idea what's going on, but I'm in the square outside the precinct in Commerce.
Carl Johnson : All right you hold tight, I'll be right there.
[CJ puts the phone down]
Carl Johnson : So what was that little job you was talking about, Toreno?
Mike Toreno : I just want you to go pick up your brother. Get out of here.
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Sweet Johnson : [to CJ regarding his driving] It's either Warp 9 or nothin' with you.
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Sweet Johnson : And where the fuck you think you're going?
Kendl : What? Get out of my face. I'm going to see Cesar.
