Life Is Strange be a episodic interactizzle drama graphic adventure vizzle game pimped by Dontnod Entertainment, n' published by Square Enix. Da gamez deal focuses on Maxine Caulfield, a sex n thangs hustla whoz ass discovers dat dat freaky freaky biatch has tha mobilitizzle ta rewind time at any moment, leadin her every last muthafuckin chizzle ta enact tha butterfly effect. Da game consistz of five episodes. With six weeks between each episode, it busted out its first on 30 January 2015. Life Is Strange be available fo' Microsizzlez Windows, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 3, Xbox One n' Xbox 360 via digital distribution.

Max Caulfield [ edit ]

"That be a dirty plasma. Maybe I could sneak up in n' peep 'Final Fantasy: Spirits Within'. I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit what tha fuck anybody says, thatz one of tha dopest sci-fi films eva made."

"Max yo ass aint crazy. Yo ass aint trippin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It’s time ta be a everydizzle hero."'

"Broken, biatch? Oh dude, is you cereal?"

"When a thugged-out door closes, a window opens... Or suttin' like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all."

"I wish I could stay up in dis moment forever n' shit. I guess I straight-up can now yo, but then it wouldn’t be a moment."

"Ahoy, Captain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. At least I know you've gots mah back. When I swallowed yo' eye n' mah muthafathas rushed mah crazy ass ta tha ER, I knew we was bonded alllll muthafuckin day..."

"So cheesy yo, but, it make me smile, thankin of tha dizzle Momma n' I sewed dat together."

"I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat Momma busted mah crazy ass a gangbangin' fat box of chocolate coconut bites fo' mah birthday, n' $200 gift certificate. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch shizzle knows how tha fuck ta cook up a fucked up birthdizzle horny."

"Samuel is such a weirdo. But I kinda like dat bout his muthafuckin ass."

"Joyce still works at Two Whalez Diner n' shit. Best damn burgers up in Arcadia!"

"We made dis grave fo' Chloez kitty. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Skanky Bongo yo. Dude never saw dat hoopty coming."

"With pimped out juice comes pimped out bullshit."

"Da muthafucka has his own style..."

"I be soopa-doopa glad you mah partner up in crime."

"Insert groan here."

"Ray-Ray up in 'Da Dark Room' over n' over...."

"Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha real ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass..."

"Empty. Good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! No Muthafucka can peep mah meltdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Except fo' mah dirty ass."

"Chloe....Jefferson sticky-icky-ickyged n' kidnapped mah dirty ass."

"Max, never Maxine."

"Da last time I gots tha flu shot, I gots tha flu fo'sho. Fuck you, biatch."

"I be phat ta flow... props."

"Just chillax. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Quit torturin yo ass. Yo ass have 'a gift'."

"Chloe, I be phat biaaatch! We phat!"

"Fuck dat shit."

"Okay girl, you don't git a photo op like dis everyday..."

"I be thinkin both of our asses could bust a funky-ass blunt."

"Put some threadz on first, hillbilly."

"Ready fo' tha mosh pit, shaka brah."

"Time fo' some Chloe cosplay."

"Release tha kra-can!"

"Eat shiznit n' take a thugged-out dirt nap."

"Blah, Blah, Blah.... God, I don't give a fuck bout yo' voice now, nahmeean?"

"Look all up in tha trail of dirtnap you left behind!"

"Time ta chizzle time."

"I couldn't let you take a thugged-out dirt nap."

"This is mah storm... I caused this... I caused all of this."

"I chizzled fate n' destiny so much that... I straight-up did alta tha course of every last muthafuckin thang fo' realz. And all I straight-up pimped was just dirtnap n' destruction!"

"I feel like I took dis blasted a thousand muthafuckin years ago."

"Fuck dat son! No way dawwwwg! Yo ass is mah number one prioritizzle now, nahmeean, biatch? Yo ass be all dat mattas ta mah dirty ass."

"Not no mo'."

"Never."

"For luck."

"Wowser."

"I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, Chloe."

"Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck even cares, biatch? This class is hella bullshit!"

"Go fuck yo' selfie, Victoria. I aint gots time fo' dis bullshit."

"Max tha hacker strikes again!"

"Don't mess wit Max, biiiatches."

"Fresh meat."

"Join us, or diie!"

"Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin mah domain."

Chloe Price [ edit ]

"MY BRA IS STUCK!"

"Afta 5 muthafuckin years you still Max Caulfield."

"Nerd alert son! My fuckin stepdad has a gangbangin' straight-up stocked garage fo' realz. And he straight-up be a tiny tool."

"Welcome home, Max."

"This cold lil' woo wop fuckin rules. Can't dizzle hippie, biatch? Come on! Rock up girl!"

"Can't dizzle hippie, biatch? Come on! Shake dat bony white ass!"

"Shaka brah!"

"Yo! Turn it off! Turn it off!"

"This shit-pit has taken mah playas I've eva loved... I'd like ta drop a funky-ass bomb on Arcadia Bizzle n' turn it ta fuckin glass..."

"Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin 'Da Real Step-douchez of Arcadia Bizzle'."

"Yes, itz been dat kind of day."

"Ray-Ray Amber n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was mah Angel."

"Oh boo hoo, skanky lil rich kid."

"Git dat glock away from me, psycho!"

"Home-shit-home."

"That was her plan... our plan."

"Max, start from tha beginning."

"I just don't be thinkin anybody is phat enough fo' you, biatch... besides mah dirty ass."

"Yup, yup, I be fuckin crazy up in tha dome!"

"All Y'all lies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! No exceptions."

"As long as you mah partner up in time."

"Beautiful, I don't give a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shit. Da ghetto is ending, cool."

"Wrong. Yo ass gots hella chedda."

"Thatz right. Nathan Prescott is goin down."

"I should've known. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da Amazin SpiderMax."

"I hope you checked tha perimeter, as mah step-ass would say. Now, letz rap bidness."

"'Hella', biatch? I don't give a fuck bout dat word, no offense."

"I be sorry as a muthafucka if dat sounded too emo."

"NO EMOJI"

"Fuck dat shit, you hardcore, Max! Now I can text Warren dat da ruffneck don't stand a cold-ass lil chizzle biaaatch! Unless he tha fuck into girl-on-girl action."

"I'ma medicate"

"Boo yaa! Git it, biatch? Boo ya, biatch? Like I be a gangbangin' freaky punk pimp."

"Da wi-fi up here sucks. Must take his ass minutes ta downlizzle porn."

"I be Price...Chloe Price..bang!"

"Did yo dirty ass just say hella, biatch? I be thinkin I be a phat shitty influence on you, biatch."

"Amazeballs muthafucka! I literally gots chills all over mah neck."

"Yo ass betta not rewind n' take dat lick back."

"It aint nuthin but tha company I keep..."

"Crazy-Ass shiznit is tha freshly smoked up aiiight fo' mah dirty ass."

"Max, dis is tha only way."

"Life is...so not fair."

"Max be a gangbangin' fuckin child."

"Even mah step... daddy deserves her kickin it."

"Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck knows, maybe dis could be Rachelz revenge. Our revenge."

"Therez all kindsa muthafuckin mo' playas up in Arcadia Bizzle whoz ass should live... way mo' than mah dirty ass..."

"I know I've been selfish yo, but fo' once I be thinkin I should accept mah fate... our fate..."

"Max, you finally came back ta me dis week, and... you did not a god damn thang but show me yo' ludd n' thang."

"Wherever I end up afta this... up in whatever reality... all dem moments between our asses was real, n' they'll always be ours."

"Max... itz time..."

"Max.....I be bout ta always be wit you, biatch."

"Do yo' powers include mind reading, biatch? Or did you just rewind cuz I tried ta loot tha cozy chair, biatch? Shiznit I be confused...

"Max Caulfield... Don't you forget bout me!"

"This is bullshit son! Fuck you, door!"

Before tha Storm [ edit ]

"My fuckin attitude is what tha fuck make me special."

"Fuck. This. Place."

"Yo ass know she fake, yet you can't take yo' eyes off of her n' shit. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck else do I know whoz ass fits dat description?"

"I've never understood yo' hard-on fo' cameras, Max. Yo ass took a mazillion picturez of us, n' not one of dem flossed dat you was gonna leave when I needed you most."

"If you wanna rip apart a cold-ass lil crew apart from tha inside, itz blingin ta brang tha proper tools. Fuck you, David."

"Because you not real."

"Our thugged-out asses hopin you pimps will leave without us."

"Seriously, mah uterus is on fire dude. Is that...uh... descriptizzle enough, biatch? En fuego utero, Skip! En fuego utero!"

"Je m'appelle don't give a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shit."

"Let me dumb it down fo' you, biatch. I mean, sorry, what tha fuck has fewer syllablez than dumb?"

“I don’t wanna fuck up dis tha way I fuck up every last muthafuckin thang else up in mah game...”

Dizzy Madsen [ edit ]

"How tha fuck nuff times have I holla'd at you ta stop blastin dat punk shit?!"

"I aint screwin around, soldier n' shit. Chloe, open dis door!"

"One of mah glocks is missing. Did yo dirty ass take it?"

"Wait, is dat grass, biatch? You've been tokin up again n' again n' again up in here?"

"I be sick of yo' disrespect son! Tell me tha real deal, thatz a order!"

"I be sick of y'all weak-ass muthafuckas draggin Chloe down."

"I was a soldier, Chloe."

"Chloe, someday... you gonna grow up."

"And Max, if I peep you here again, you gonna learn all bout real shit."

"Figures you'd be here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Is dat yo' Ray-Ray Amber Halloween costume?"

"I do not gotta take dis kind of invigoration. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Not from you punks!"

"Of course, dem hoes always stick together n' shit. Well, screw you, nahmean biiiatch?"

"Yo ass won dis battle, Max. Yo ass broke mah crew. I salute you, biatch."

"Don't you wander off tha fuck into tha dark."

"Oh Lord hommie! Max, is you aiiight, biatch? Is you aiiiight, biatch? Yo ass betta move?

"I don't expect her ta booty-call me dad yo, but maybe she'll stop callin me 'step-douche'."

"Chloe, you stalling."

"Jefferson, itz over!"

"I always suspected dat lil hustla of a funky-ass biiiatch."

Before tha Storm [ edit ]

" Yo ass could straight-up be phat at dis if you lost tha attitude."

Nathan Prescott [ edit ]

"Yo ass don't give a fuck whoz ass tha fuck I be or whoz ass you messin round with!"

"Don't EVER tell me what tha fuck ta do. I be soopa-doopa SICK of playas tryin ta control me!"

"No Muthafucka would even miss yo' punk ass, would they?"

"Pussies can't fuckin fight."

"It aint nuthin but cool, Nathan... Don't stress... Yo ass be aiiight, bro. Just count ta three..."

"Don't be trippin like a muthafucka... Yo ass own dis school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... Yo ass is tha boss..."

(Havin blasted Chloe n' tha alarm has gone off) "Ugh, another shitty day."

"Max Caulfield, right?"

"Yo ass is one of tha Jeffersonz photo groupies..."

"Yo ass dopest tell me what tha fuck you holla'd all up in tha Principal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Now."

"No Muthafucka drops some lyrics ta me what tha fuck ta do."

"No way. Yo ass again?"

"Git yo' punk asses outta there now!"

"Kate was loaded n' playin tha field-"

"Yo, thatz total slander playa! I could sue you n' dis school so fast!"

"Holy shit, what tha fuck do you want NOW.

"All Y'all hates mah dirty ass...everybody..."

"Max, It's... It aint nuthin but Nathan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I just wanted ta say... I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. I didn't wanna hurt Kate or Rachel, or...I didn't wanted ta hurt anybody. All Y'all... used mah dirty ass. Mista Muthafuckin Jefferson... is comin fo' me now fo' realz. All dis shiznit is ghon be over soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Watch out, Max.. yo. Dude wants ta break ma foot off up in yo ass next. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sorry."

"What tha fuck eva."

"Whatever tha Fuck?!"

"Meow, brang up tha claws muthafucka! I gots a straight-up boner fo' seein chicks fight."

"Snitches git stitches."

"Just cuz I be menstrually ill, don't mean I deserve ta take a thugged-out dirtnap Max."

"Holy fuckin shiznit Max, dat was hilarious when you muthafuckas dug up Rachelz body yo. HAHAHA!... Oh, oh, no, no, no, Boo, hoo, hoo, Ray-Ray is worm chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! HAHAHA!... Comedy dawwwwg! Gold hommie! Genius!"

"No Muthafucka eva helped mah crazy ass Max. Especially you, biatch."

"It aint nuthin but gonna be all kindsa dope when I bury yo' carcass next ta Ray-Ray n' do a epic photo blast."

"Yo Max, 'whatthefuckever' you gonna do now dat I be dead as fuckin fried chicken."

"Oh dude, Ray-Ray looked just like a zombie model up in tha dirt. Just bone, meat n' maggots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Oh, ho,ho, I'ma be all over dat shit. Yo ass wanna take pictures?"

"Yo Max, do you wanna say wassup ta Rachel, biatch? Dat hoe posin fo' me up in hell."

Before tha Storm [ edit ]

" My fuckin art."

Ray Wells [ edit ]

"Yo ass look a lil stressed out. Is you aiiight, biatch? Or have you done suttin' wrong?"

"I know dis has been a stressful day."

"I wish I had tha juice ta chizzle all dat shiznit fo' tha better... so fuck you, fo' comin in."

"This is Principal Wells, n' I be here ta drop tha mic on Max Caulfield."

"I regret ta announce dat one of yo' classmates, Maxine Caulfield, has took a dirt nap under tragic circumstances dat I promise ta rewind as soon as I git mah drank on!"

"Will Max Caulfield please come ta tha Dark Room immediately. I repeat, Max Caulfield, ta tha Dark Room, NOW!"

"Excuse me, can dem hoes hear me son?"

"If you know tha whereaboutz of Miss Caulfield, please tie her up n' inform me or Dizzy Madsen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat hoe wanted fo' tha dirtnap of Chloe Price n' Ray-Ray Amber n' shit. Nuff props, biatch."

"If I smoke up whoz ass went all up in mah files, I be bout ta stick Dizzy Madsen up they ass!"

"If only Kate Marsh would have jumped off dat roof. I could blame Ms. Caulfield n' finally git her kicked outta Blackwell. Dat hoe a BAD influence."

"How tha fuck can I tell Maxz muthafathas dat she a nosy lil biiiatch."

"I knew I should have given dat scholarshizzle ta Victoria instead of Max."

"Ms. Price can't just show up on a wheelchair n' be thinkin we goin ta accommodate her every last muthafuckin whim."

"I wish I could press a funky-ass button n' blow dis whole FUCKING school up!"

"I be chillin mah ass down."

Michelle Grant [ edit ]

"I knew you was mah straight-up freshly smoked up hustla fo' a reason."

Warren Graham [ edit ]

"Git yo' ass over here!"

"Go ape!"

"Between tha snow n' eclipse!"

"I be bout ta always believe you, biatch."

"yo ass is da most thugged-out dunkadelic thug I eva met."

"Thatz why you Supa Max!"

"Yo Max itz yo' playa Warren."

"I know I be a pain up in tha booty."

"I don't give a gangbangin' fuck. I almost went wild-ass there...like Nathan."

"I be up in tha Tardis, gettin mah Delorean ready!"

"Max... Imagine if we was up in dat Dark Room together... I have..."

"I holla'd, git up in tha car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Now. We bout ta cruise ta tha drive up in n' you gonna be close ta me forever n' we'll Go Ape Ape Ape!"

"Did dat git you bangin' when you saw me fuck up Nathan, biatch? I did"

Kate Marsh [ edit ]

"No Muthafucka cares bout mah dirty ass. Nobody."

"Max, I be up in a nightmare n' I can't wake up... unless I put mah dirty ass ta chill."

"No wonder they call it a "web" - not a god damn thang can eva git out."

"It sucks ta be dragged tha fuck into tha spotlight"

"I gave most of tha flowers ta tha other patients here cuz they need dem mo' than mah dirty ass. I be keepin tha balloons, though."

"I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat you stepped up ta Dizzy yo, but it don't matta now, nahmeean, biatch? Nothang matters"

Hayden [ edit ]

"Oh. Biiiatch please.Nathan is like playas voodoo doll. 'Bust a cap up in tha rich kid!'."

Brooke Scott [ edit ]

"Sorry Max. I gotta focus on makin shizzle dis drone don't crash."

Quentin Williams [ edit ]

"Hit up tha Max. Come ta thrash?"

"Letz git Trevor all over dat action!"

Stella Hill [ edit ]

"I'd like ta study dis photo if you don't mind."

"This is homework, not a party."

Alyssa Anderson [ edit ]

"Oh. Yea muthafucka, Max."

"ludd me like you la la ludd me like you do ooo"

“Max, is you mah guardian angel?”

Dana Ward [ edit ]

"Max, you smart-ass ta be a loner here."

Juliett Watson [ edit ]

"Thanks Max. Yo ass is like tha Blackwell Ninja."

"Oh fo'sho, Max. I locked Dana up in there cuz we 'cool'"

Victoria Chase [ edit ]

"Louis Daguerre was a French Painta whoz ass pimped "daguerreotypes" a process dat gave portraits a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp reflectizzle style, like a mirror."

"Wait, hold dat pose."

"Now, why don't you go fuck yo' selfie?"

"BTW THANKS BUT WERE NOT FRIENDS."

"Yo ass did that, biatch? Yo ass biiiatch. Yo ass could have capped mah crazy ass wit dat fuckin can."

"HI WHORE I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE PIC ITS YOUR LAST ONE."

"Now you straight-up stuck up in tha retro unit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sadface."

"Wow. Is you kiddin me son, biatch? I didn't make her drank dat wine!"

"Yo muthafucka, is you even listening, Maxine?"

"Thatz not mah fault Max. Don't you even try ta blame me!"

"Max thought we was goin ta be buds, fuckin ha-ha."

"Oh, you did not just say that."

"I always feel like I gotta overcompensate. For what tha fuck I have no clue. I be only here ta become a pornographer, not prez."

"Sorry Max, Vortex club thugz only."

"No biiiatch. Yo ass won't."

"Max, I don't wanna die biaaatch! I be only 18.."

Before tha Storm [ edit ]

" Kari Price!"

" It aint nuthin but hard ta keep playas from puttin me on a pedestal or whatever."

"Mista Muthafuckin Kreaton! I have revelations ta reveal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Ray-Ray Amber is on sticky-icky-ickys muthafucka! Look at her playa! Her grill is so blurry fo' realz. And pretty... Dat hoe clearly been sticky-icky-ickyged-dah. I mean sticky-icky-ickyged her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch loves sticky-icky-ickys. Don't yo slick ass?! Uh!" (Bitch collapses)

Mark Jefferson [ edit ]

"Don't try ta hide Max! Git over here biaaatch! Let me capture you, nahmean biiiatch?"

"Max, you used ta be all kindsa pure, so innocent. Now you gotta DIE!"

"Please KNOW Max. Da only place I can be mah selfie, is up in tha Dark Room."

"What happened ta yo' spark, Max, biatch? I thought I could be yo' pimp, fo' game."

"I realize now you gonna never be a artist, much less a pornographer n' shit. Come here, Max."

"Class is dismissed."

"I miss dem minutes when you looked all up in mah grill wit dem wide eyes. I wanna be yo' pimp again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I can teach you all muthafuckin day."

"Look tha fuck into tha lens Max. Turn right...now left... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Show me tha love, n' hate."

"Yo ass betta give me a example of a pornographer whoz ass perfectly captured tha human condizzle up in black n' white?"

"I could frame any one of y'all up in a thugged-out dark corner, n' capture you up in a moment of desperation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And any of y'all could do dat ta mah dirty ass. Isn't dat too easy as fuck , biatch? Too obvious?"

"Jizzy Lennon once holla'd dat "Life is what tha fuck happens while you busy makin other plans."."

"This angle highlights yo' purity, see?"

"Da slightly unconscious model is often da most thugged-out open n' honest. No vanitizzle or posing, just... pure expression."

"Oh, Max! Yo ass fucked up mah shot!"

"I be obsessed wit tha scam of capturin dat moment, dat shift, from black, ta white, ta grey, n' beyond."

"Always take tha shot."

"Time ta shut tha fuck up, aiiight!"

"Shhh..., I believe Max has taken what tha fuck you lil playas call a selfie fo' realz. A dumb word fo' a straight-up dope p-to-tha-ornotastic tradition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And Max, has a gift."

"If only you could have peeped Rachel. My fuckin blood spattered angel."

"Max, Ray-Ray not only gave pimped out headshots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gave pimped out head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Especially afta I dug her body up ta be wit her one final time. Why is you lookin all up in mah grill like that?"

"Max... Max~... I wanna share mah gift wit you, biatch. Don't you dare run away."

"Yo ass is ghon be mah top billin portrait, Max."

"Rachel. Ray-Ray Amber n' shit. Just like her name, I can finally peep right all up in her skin n' feel her cold, rottin flesh."

"Max, come back up in tha Dark Room. I know you dyin fo' dat shit."

"Now dat Chloe is dead, you won't be distracted up in class no mo'."

"Yo ass is tha balla, Max... I chizzle you, biatch... Yo crazy-ass portrait."

"Au contraire, Max. I be soopa-doopa sane dat no one knows whatz goin' down ta you n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do."

"I had enough of dem faux-punk supa-hos up in mah Seattle days."

"Unlike dat pure, dope Kate Marsh, I don't believe up in dat bullshit."

"Oh... That struck a nerve; yo' grill chizzled color... Beautiful"

"They're fuckin together up in heaven n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. Is dat what tha fuck you wanna hear?"

"Start listenin ta me you dumb playaaaaaa."

"This is puritizzle personified."

"Max, I wish you could peep yo ass now, nahmeean?"

"God, I wish you would done been round back up in mah day."

"Remember what tha fuck Jizzy Lennon holla'd, 'happinizz be a warm gun'. I hope you aiiight I be dead as fuckin fried chicken."

"I can't believe you let dat hillbilly bust a cap up in me up in cold blood."

Frank Bowers [ edit ]

"I was smokin dem beans �" is you fuckin insane, biatch? I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!"

"Oh look, tha Wonder Twins."

"Because she looks dope up in dem n' you be lookin like ass."

"Aimin a glock don't make you any sexier."

"Letz not. Yo ass FUCKING creep me out."

"I'ma bust a cap up in you, nahmean biiiatch?"

"Yo ass show up afta almost blastin me son, biatch? Yo ass have straight-up balls lil girl. But ridin wit Chloe, playin wit glocks n' dressin like Ray-Ray don't make you look def or tough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Da fuck do you want?"

"Yo ass have some straight-up ladyballs."

"Jesus, aiiight, aiiight. But I aint gettin you high."

"Fuck dat shit, you don't be lookin like tha type. Not like Chloe here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So what tha fuck do you Hardy Thugs want?"

"How tha fuck bout I just hit you wit tha keys ta mah RV while I be at it?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought dat knife at a gunfight."

"Okay, we def fo' now yo, but mah dawg aint, n' if you try any shit, he'll bite yo' head off. Dat punk done it before."

"Shiznit son! Yo ass wouldn't have time. Yo ass like dawgs?"

"If there be a a cold-ass lil chizzle up in hell you two dorks can find Rachel. I be bout ta take dat shit."

"It aint nuthin but hard ta take you charactas seriously yo, but I want to. Dope luck."

"Prescott, biatch? Fuck! Fuck! I knew dat shiznit son! I should never have hooked up wit dat sick punk! Pompidou hated his muthafuckin ass."

"An overdose, biatch? Da only way Nathan could've done dat is... is if I sold it ta his muthafuckin ass."

"I capped mah lioness. No! What have I done?! Where is dis motherfucker Jefferson?!"

"Ray-Ray cared on some lot of people. Especially Chloe."

"Don't git me wack kid, I still be thinkin you weird yo, but you cool."

"Git yo' bony ass over here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I'ma cut you open freak!"

"I shizzle hope you don't be thinkin we buddies now, nahmeean?"

"Psst... Max! Me n' Ray-Ray is floatin down here on tha sewer n' shit. Come on down."

"Come on girlie."

"Oh dude, you should've heard Chloe smack-talk you, biatch. Dat shiznit was brutal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. But of course I peep what tha fuck she poppin' off bout now, nahmeean?"

"If you took a shitload of mah sticky-icky-ickys, maybe you'd be a shitload happier.

"Max, you need ta git high like Rachel. Want some sticky-icky-ickys?"

"Now dat Rachelz dead, you need ta take a thugged-out dirtnap too, skank!"

"Those was mah beans Max! Those was MY FUCKING BEANS!"

Before tha Storm [ edit ]

"Now beat it, Price biaaatch! Yo ass is crampin mah style."

"Seriously, biatch? Fuckin kids."

"I aint yo' fuckin piggy bank."

"Oh yeah, I meant ta introduce her ta you, biatch yo. Her name is, mind yo' own fuckin bidnizz."

Dialogue [ edit ]

Episode 5 [ edit ]

Max: Kate, dig mah dirty ass. Kate: I am.

Victoria: I guess I be done rappin'. Max: And thatz OK like a muthafucka. Max: Herez mah photo fo' tha "Everydizzle hero's" contest.

