Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (GTA:SA) is a 2004 British sandbox-style action-adventure game developed by Rockstar North. It is the third 3D game in the Grand Theft Auto video game franchise and fifth original game overall.

Carl Johnson

 * After five years at the East Coast, it was time to go home.


 * Ah shit, here we go again. Worst place in the world. Rollin Heights Balla country. I ain't represented Grove Street in five years, but the Ballas won't give a shit.


 * Grove Street - Home. At least it was before I fucked everything up.

Big Smoke

 * You picked the wrong house, fool!


 * I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.


 * All we had to do, was follow the damn train, CJ!

Dialogue

 * Ryder: Hey, CJ, tell me why I didn't finish high school.
 * Carl: Because you been dealing drugs, man, since the age of ten!
 * Ryder: No, that ain't it.
 * Carl: [laughs] Because you went and put hands on that teacher for wearing Ballas colors!
 * Ryder: [laughs] No, that ain't it either. It's 'cause I'm too intelligent for this shit, man. I am the real deal, fool. Oh yeah. A genius.


 * [Carl tries to visit a shop but runs into the officers]
 * Officer Pulaski: Carl!
 * Carl: Damn! [walks away]
 * Pulaski: Where you off to? [reaches out to him]
 * Carl: Shit!
 * Tenpenny: Where you running off to, Carl? I thought we were friends!
 * Carl: Yeah, whatever.
 * Tenpenny: As an officer in charge of putting an end to gang violence, I find myself in a difficult moral position, Carl.
 * Carl: Yeah, right.
 * Tenpenny: Carl, I'm hurt, I truly am. And I was just about to help those poor Grove Street boys.
 * Carl: Oh, yeah? How?
 * Tenpenny: I like the status quo, Carl. I like having you dumb bastards doing your job for me — blowing each other's guts all over the sidewalk.
 * Carl: Dumb bastards?
 * Tenpenny: Now, if it's brought to my attention that one tribe gets an unfair advantage over another, that truly troubles me, Carl.




 * Jizzy B.: See, baby, I got everything... Mink sheets... Mink coats... Mink curtains in the window. When I walk down the stairs, I'm walking down on... mink carpet. [sees Carl] Now, who's this trick? I don't need no more friends, baby. All they try to do is peel me from my hoes.
 * Carl: No, no, it ain't about them. It's all about you, playa. I heard you was the man with the hook up, and you was the man I needed to see. I'm offering my services.
 * Jizzy B.: Say what?
 * Carl: Yes, sir. See, I'm new in town. Anything you want, I can do. For a guy like me, to work with, to work for a guy like Jizzy B... well...
 * Jizzy B.: Now that you mention it, I do have a slight problem. Something a little dumb muscle like yourself might be able to fix. 'Cause you see me, I'm an intellectual. [to the girls] Bitches, y'all walk down to the bar and fix a pimp a drink. [to Carl] See, I only got two eyes, and on these streets you got to have more than that. You got to be like a fly on shit, you know? A hundred eyes, everywhere.