Bury the Hatchet SKITTLESDIDTHAT, Prodyy! & Yung Uri

Trevor: Hey.

Michael: Fuck ... What do you want?

Trevor: I'm your friend. I don't want anything ... Come on, your company is already enough, isn't it? As always.

Michael: Yeah ... Thanks. I really appreciate.

Trevor: So! The family hasn't come back yet, has it?

Michael: No.

Trevor: She's really crazy.

Michael: Despite all the mess of the past few weeks, I think I understand. I know, it seems ridiculous.

Trevor: No. No, no. To be honest it doesn't seem ridiculous. You know? Because you, you are a murderer. You know? You are a man of action! You don't lounge on the sofa, you make the shots! You're back. We're back! Quite right? We just have to free Brad and we'll go great! Franklin makes us multiracial. Lester makes us technological. We are like modern America. We just need a gay friend. Bam!

Michael: No. It's not like that. I have the money, it just makes you unhappy. I want to make films.

Trevor: Great, great ... and, um ... Where exactly am I going on stage?

Michael: We will make this last big hit and then the collaboration will be over.

Trevor: This isn't a game for me! OK? It's a fucking lifestyle.