“Diablo? who the fuck calls me diablo?”
"Check it out, motherfucker. I pull up to a stop light the other day, and some fucking 40-year-old lady, some soccer mom sticks her head out the window, and she's like, 'I hope GSP beats your ass!' WE'RE IN FUCKING LODI, BITCH!"
“Who makes these questions up? These questions are bullshit. Seriously? This is not, like, what are these? These are all tricks. This is all like bullshit. I’m low on water, I’m low on calories, I’m low on food, I’m low on energy, and I’m more so than anything low on patience with anything that takes patience. If you ask me something stupid then I’m going to answer it with something stupid and if I hear myself talk something stupid and I’m really pissed off, depressed, and bent out of shape about, then I’m going to throw a fucking really serious fit for no fucking reason.”
"Pacquiao's making 40 fucking million dollars, GSP's making a couple million dollars, I'm over here fucking driving a Honda because my shit's breaking down. Fuck all you mother fuckers"
"People like that get slapped"
It's never ending with Nick.