Marcus: I might have sold a thing or two. It's not like killing people or selling drugs.
: What do you want to be? Are you gonna be like a farmer or something? Marcus: I guess I could be a farmer. Benny: Yeah, I wanted to be a cop. But now that we steal so much, it's probably not a good idea. [talking about New Mexico compared to New York] Marcus: And the air? It don't smell like this shit. Melena: You remember what the air smelled like from when you were five? Marcus: No, but I've seen pictures and I know it don't smell like this shit. Melena: You can't smell pictures, Marcus. Louis: You smell that? I think he pissed himself. They do that when they die, right? Harold: What is that? Chip: It's a tattoo, you moron. Harold: I mean, of what? Chip: The fuckin' fuck you finger, dumbshit. Harold: That looks bad. You drew it yourself?