GTA5-GTA5 full story line arrangement

Put away the overture, Franklin and Rama have borrowed and complicated their father and son, strangers and geeks.

The lines in GTA5' s plot are humorous, and the vulgarity also contains connotations. Here, I will bring you the overall layout of the plot of "Luo GTA5", which is also worth reviewing after customs clearance.

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Introduction to overture

Father: Michael is not always a good husband or a good citizen. He didn't die a hero. But he is a man. Our God was crucified with two thieves at the same time. Maybe we shouldn't criticize.

Cui: Michael

Father: We were born guilty and died of sin. From this point of view, Michael is just like everyone else. Father, we are different from your infinite mystery. But we know that you will sympathize with our friends.

Psychologist: Your son James, is he a good boy?

May: Is he a good boy? A good boy? Why? Did he go to fucking poverty alleviation? No. He sits all day, masturbating while playing games. If this is called a good man, no wonder this country is so bad.

Sim: What about you?

M: What about me? Hey, I wasn't born with a golden spoon like this child. I have been in prison twice when I was his age. I rob banks, pimp and smuggle drugs.

Sim: Do you think these are grades?

M: These are the opportunities I have had before. At least I have a chance.

Sim: So how do these opportunities affect you, Michael?

Mike: That's what I get! A dead end! A big house, a useless son, and then I can only tell you because no one cares about me. I live in a dream, baby, but it's a fucking nightmare! Yeah, what a fucking nightmare!

Heart: Let it go-let it go.

Mike: I'm done venting.

Sim: Really? I think that's all for today. See you next week at the same time?

Mike: Maybe, but to be honest, I don't think this thing is useful to me.

Heart: Yeah. In fact, a strong sense of powerlessness is an important part of the whole treatment process. You must accept the reality.

Doctor, this is your decision.

Franklin and Rama

Mike: (seeing the old drunkard down and out) I know how you feel.

Rama: Shit, that thing should be around here.

Franklin: Idiots, unless they bury things in the sand. Another clever plan of Rama Davis.

Laura: Fuck you. (To Michael) Excuse me, brother, where is the seaside villa in Bertol?

Mike: Dude, I can't.

Fu: (to Rama) Dude, can you? Fuck!

Mike: OK, I know it's that building over there, the one with the yellow stairs.

Laura: Yes, it looks good. Thank you, man.

Fu: Shit, let's go, retarded, damn it! Why don't you ask him if he knows his fucking boss? Or simply hire a plane to write in the sky, saying that there are two niggers going to steal cars here, in case anyone doesn't know.

Laura: Listen, you must understand that we are not here to steal a car. This is a legitimate business.

Fu: Legal? Oh, by the way, I forgot, huh? Retirement benefits, tax rebates, and so on. It's roar.

Laura: You're the nigger screaming for the job. I earned all my money on my own turf. I follow the rules, brother. I am very _.

Fu: Are you very _? _ What the hell? By drug trafficking and gangs? It's roar.

Laura: Whatever, man.

(opens the door)

Laura: Oh, brother, that's it. Your little brother Simon is not so bad as a tiger. Hey.

Fu: Get the fuck in.

Laura: What do you call fart, man? You always want to be the boss. Let's go Shit, this guy may have a penis.

Fu: Yes, and this thing was bought with a low credit loan.

Lara: Oh, oh! Come on, baby. You want that, nigger.

(after selection)

Laura: You are always so picky. Oh, driving a convertible, _ getting bigger?

Fu: Maybe.

Laura: No matter which nigger you are, even if you drive that car, you won't get anywhere soon. Call, I'm driving! I'm here (on the phone). I'll drive slowly for you, sissy.

Fu: I see. Yeah, remember, we should be careful with these cars, brother. Otherwise Simon will take my money again.

Laura: Brother, if you need money, I can introduce JB's towing work. It's a disgraceful job, but it's very profitable.

Fu: Then can he feel at ease taking drugs with Tong Ya? Dude, I really don't need it.

Laura: Wow! If you want to own this car, you must continue to sell drugs.

Fu: Then go to jail? I think it's better for me to do compulsory recycling business.

Laura: Let these filmmakers see what we can do.

Fu: Oh, is there a movie here?

Laura: Don't forget that this is Jetlin's car.

Fu: It's your call.

Laura: Turn left! Turn left!

F: OK.

Laura: Come on, Frank!

Fu: I see.

Pull: Turn left this way!

Fu: What? I see. Hey, Simon won't be satisfied until he drives these cars well.

Laura: If we don't reach the limit, how will he know whether these cars are good or bad? You got it?

Fu: Hey, brother, be careful yourself!

Laura: Let me teach you, brother!

Fu: I hit you in the back.

Lara: Turn right! Turn right! Turn right!

F: No problem.

Laura: Turn left. We are crossing the parking lot.

Fu: Cool.

Laura: I thought you were good at this.

Fu: Fuck you.

Laura: Come on, pig brain, we're going to joint savings!

Fu: That super bank? Asshole, are you crazy?

(Stop)

Fu: Dude, why are you driving so slowly on the road? Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Laura: Whatever, nigger. Besides, I told you to fuck off, too.

Fu: Dude, your jokes are hard to make people laugh.

Laura: Oh, shit.

(siren)

Laura: Shit, it's a policeman!

Fu: Come on, fool, we have documents to prove it.

Laura: Anyway, I'll leave it to you. See you in the garage! (driving away)

Fu: Fuck off!

(Get rid of the police and arrive at the car shop)

Simon: Oh, man, I really don't understand you. You are a racist, I don't like you, and I won't sell you this car, absolutely not. You are the kind of neo-Nazi ghost that numbs me all over. Oh, you are all the same. That's disgusting. Hey, this racist insulted me.

Rama: Hey, man, who are you calling a nigger?

Jimmy: No, no, I didn't call anyone a nigger.

Lara: Shit, what the hell are you talking about?

Ji: I mean black or something. It's not cool for me to say that. I wouldn't say that.

Laura: You are absolutely right. You'd better keep your eyes open. Because this person (pointing to Simon), he is engaged in international business and a multicultural person.

Lucy: I can't even think of such a good statement myself. But seriously, maybe he's not racist. But I don't think he is qualified to drive this kind of car (laughs).

G: wait a minute.

Laura: This guy over there? (pointing to Jimmy) Him? (Hit Jimmy) Give him a hybrid car. It's a real man's car.

Lucy: Ha ha ha. You're right, Rama. This will also reduce taxes. I know, money is a problem, right?

G: Money is not a problem.

Laura: (whispering to Franklin) Now is the best part. See what I do with him, and then transfer all this fool's money and wait for the show.

Fu: (pushes Rama away) Oh, I have to go, brother. Hey, Simon, I'm leaving.

Lucy: Brother, come again sometime.

Laura: That's the best part, man. So, Jimmy, Are you sure you have the courage? Then show me.

G: yeah, sure, yeah, ok.

Fu: Hey, brother, we should go.

(get on the bus)

Laura: Just a little money. If my pocket is not deep enough, how can I afford that mature and sexy girl?

Fu: Who do you want to show it to?

Laura: Your aunt Dennis, of course. Her ass is really super sexy.

Fu: She is very mature, yes. Cooked like an idiot.

Laura: No, she is very sexy.

Ricky: Sexy? She is more like a sex "dare".

Laura: No, she is the kind of person who likes carving. This is the kind of woman I like.

Fu: Dude, damn it, it's good to be home.

Laura: So, can a punk like me come to your house?

Fu: Fuck you, brother. See you at work.

Laura: Ah, don't be jealous of me just because I'm handsome, nigger. If you change your old-fashioned hairstyle, maybe there will be several girls to fuck. Oh, even better, maybe Tanisha will find you, a slut-if she doesn't want to have an affair with that brain doctor or lawyer again. Nigger-

Fu: What? ! Oh (turns to open the door)

Dennis: (on the phone) Oh, sweetheart, do you want to talk about it? Oh, here he comes. We spend a lot of time together, which is not right. Whew! Whew! Get out of here (Continue talking on the phone) Okay, baby, I'll wait for you there, okay? (hangs up) I was just talking on the phone, boy, don't eavesdrop! Fucking freeloader!

(Franklin goes back to the room)