Mickey Pearson: There once was a young and foolish dragon who came to ask a wise and cunning lion about acquiring his territory. Now the lion, he wasn’t interested, so he told the little dragon to fuck off. The dragon, he couldn't understand what 'fuck off' meant, so he persisted, and he continued to ask the lion about acquiring his territory. So the lion took the little dragon for a walk and put five bullets in his little dragon head. End of story. Now allegedly there’s a message in there, I don't know what it is, but you're a clever boy Dry Eye, maybe you can explain it to me.
Raymond: I think your time's up, chaps.
Dry Eye: Michael, you should recons...
Mickey Pearson: Just marinade on it. In the meantime, fuck off.
Matthew: How does anyone grow fifty tons of super skunk without letting anyone else know how they do it?
Mickey Pearson: I'm flattered to hear that from you, Matthew. I imagine that big brain of yours is sweating a stream of tears just trying to figure it out.
Matthew: Brilliance should be acknowledged.
Dry Eye: A gentleman's quote is a gentleman's word.
Brown: What am I guilty of?
Ray: Being a cunt, Brown. Being a cunt.
Michael Pearson: If you wish to be the king of the jungle, it's not enough to act like a king. You must be the king. And there can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.