Demetrius Hicks: Why are you still alive and your homies are dead?
Overdose: I was in the attic.
Demetrius Hicks: Doin' what?
Demetrius Hicks: What kind of coward shit is that, man?
Overdose: You see homey in there in that chair with his tongue pulled through his neck? Man, you'd better get real. Reflexes too slow.
Sean Vetter: They call us down here. They take away our weapons? They expect us to go into a building full of drunken cartel gunmen unarmed? I mean, that isn't fun.
Ty Frost: You're not gettin' paid to have fun. Good luck, gentlemen.
Sean Vetter: I tracked you for seven years. You never went to the same place twice. Until you came home.
Memo Lucero: I told you you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. If you'd stayed out of my business, your wife would still be alive. Mira, cabrón... Your arrogance killed her, not me. Like your arrogance coming here! Do you think you could come into my domain and kill me?
Sean Vetter: If I wanted you dead, you would be.
Demetrius Hicks: I know you don't like the police. Damn sure talkin' to a police in a attic. Back in the day, I couldn't stand the police, man. They used to fuck with us all the time, me and my homies, be rollin' down the street. They'd pull us over jackin' fools.
Overdose: You po-po.
Demetrius Hicks: I know.