- Mike: We'ze out bombing, Flip's blowing up the spot on some next level type of shit. This big ass piece. I'm over at the other wall, taking this never-ending- fountain piss right? I hear someone sneaking up on us. BOOM, this cop turns his flash light on. Instinct, I turn and run, piss all over my motherfuckin' leg yo. What's Flip do? This nigga hit the cop with the paint bottle, right in his motherfuckin' head. Blaw! That was da shit. Wasn't that da shit?
- Flip: Fuck. Yes Mike. It was 'da' shit. Shut 'da' fuck up for a minute!
- Flip: I'm sick of graff, the whole scene. Niggas took the art from is and mide is about what? Guns, gangstas, trash. I don't want to be trash anymore, know what I'm sayin'? Look at this painting, the detail. Skills. The girl, she looks real. I couldn't do this if I spent the rest of my life trying to copy it.
- Dap: You don't need to copy it. You have the skills you just need know how to use them. You need some inspiration.
- Flip: You ever think about leaving LA?
- Dap: [as he kicks trash on the street] LA's the center of the universe. Why would I want to leave?
- Flip: There's got to be more to life than this man. My cousin lives on a farm in Alabama. Milking cows and shoveling shit. I wonder what that's like.
- Dap: [Laughs] man, you haven't seen a tit in your lifetime, how the hell are you supposed to get milk out of one?
- Flip: Very funny motherfucker. My point is that thins would be simple, ya know, easier...
- Dap: Simple doesn't mean it would be easier. You would be bored. After one day you would be out tagging barns and shit. Pissing off country bumkin police officers.
- Dap: [in a country voice] Confound it Norman! I can't figure out how all these dangum cows got spray paint all over them. When I find that nigger, I'm going string him up in the willow tree over there. SHHHHHOOOOOT!
- Marina Hipwell: I completely forgot to tell you, guess what?
- Flip: What?
- Marina Hipwell: Chicken butt. No seriously, guess what?
- Flip: Chicken slut?
- Marina Hipwell: This morning I tried to remember what my mom looked like. It was so long go, it's like I can't get to that part of my brain to see her.
- Flip: I don't know. I try not to think about my parents. It makes me...
- Robert Hipwell: What's that shit say? What set is that?
- Flip: You're kidding me right?
- Robert Hipwell: Does it look like I'm kidding you?
- Flip: It says Marina.