Unused Audios

Cleon: You Mothers are messin' with the wrong dudes!

Stinky: Guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles, haha!

Swan: I don't think you heard me!

Destroyer: First you cut out, now this shit?

DJ: Every squad needs some heavy muscle. Whether it's a renegade who marches to its own mean beat, or a quiet giant who speaks with his fists. This is how Ajax and Snow became the Warriors.

Ajax: Which way did they go?

Ajax: C'mon Snow, we gotta find our fuckin' colors. Those Destroyers are going to pay!

Snow: You wanna see somethin'? Come here!

Destroyer: Step the fuck off, Dingo!

Destroyer: Hehe. Ruff, ruff! Hehe, fuckin' Dingos.

Fox: We're gonna need to find a way to open this.

Fox: The green dragon statue. Let's grab that shit and split!

Fox: Come on, the first thing we need is the green dragon statue from the Temple.

Fox: Better snuff out some more Hun tags before heading back to Coney!

Leif: Hey you, come over here!

Fox: We'll see what we can do.

Unnamed Chinatown Store Clerk: Hey thanks for taking out that punk kid, Jimmy Lo! He's been putting his graffiti all over my store for months. Here, take this for your troubles.

Fox: Hey man, thank you very much.

Bopper: I don't care what they doing, rumpy-ass Brooklyn trash ain't down in Harlem. Bust 'em up.

Vermin: C'mon Rembrandt, you gotta keep up!

Vermin: Cleon, me an' Snow we're gonna take Ash up to the Black Cat to check out some wool, man. You wanna come?

Vermin: You got it Warlord. C'mon guys, time to check out some tail!

Scopes: This showdown is over! The best you made should must known, but only the--

Snow: This gar-- this garbage supposed to be art? Scopes was a real artist, an' that freak took him out. Least we could do is trash the shit outta this place.

Ajax: Ain't this just perfect. The freaks will be right at home.

Swan: Shit, door won't budge without power, they must've slid in when they hit the breakers. C'mon, the switches gotta be around here someplace.

Chatterbox: Come in here. Get me, you dirty fuckers!

Chatterbox: Do you fake your lives through the night, Warriors?!

Chatterbox: Fuck! I'll kill you all!

Chatterbox: Your numbers up, Warriors.

Chatterbox: Aw, fuck! You stupid piece of shit!

Chatterbox: You Warriors feeling alright!?

Chatterbox: Now you've made me mad!

Chatterbox: Bastard! No!..

Rodney: Cleon! It's Charlie the plumber. He says you gotta come quick!

Swan: You got it, Martha?

Swan: Nah... nah, Jackie. We just came to collect our bread.

Rodney: The New Buddha is gettin' sacked by the Destroyers!

Rodney: Stefano's is getting wrecked!

Cleon: Where the fuck is Virgil?

Fox: Hit that switch over there. I already used the key, it'll let us get to those last two trains.

Vermin: Those were some desperate dudes!
Cowboy: Hey, so was we!
Cochise: Yeah, well we made it, and in an hour it is C.I. - the big Coney.
Ajax: Gimme that fist, buddy. Yeah!
Swan: When we get there, that's when we've made it.
Cochise: Hey, no sweat Warchief.
Vermin: What's the difference? We're home free.

Swan: We're going home.

Luther: Watch where you're going, bonehead!

Luther: Can't you go any faster?! Lay it down, you meathead!

Rembrandt: C'mon, Warchief. C'mon Cochise! Hurry up.

Rembrandt: Oh, shit! No!!

Swan: I got bad feeling about this. Let's just get those cutters and get down to the beach.

Cyrus: Tell me, Masai. What do you see before you?
Masai: I... I see the Van Cortlandt Rangers turf.
Cyrus: Turf? Turf ain’t nothin’ but where one gang stops droppin’ their colors and another gang starts. Lines on a map, that’s all turf is. You take away those lines, and you’ll see. You’ll see the possibilities, the profit, the power.

Luther: Hey!! Spread 'em!
Cropsy: Ahhhh... come on no... please...
Luther: Haha! Lighten up, man! C'mere an' check out what I got for us.
Cropsy: Shit man, we thought you'd be dead. Where's Tommy and Patches?
Luther: Who cares?.. They were getting on my nerves.
Cropsy: Did them baseball freaks get 'em? Why ain't they with you? How'd you get away? Hey!
Luther: What's with all the questions? Didn't I tell ya them wimps don't matter? Besides, I'm okay, an' I got some good cash from hawking our loot man.
Dee Dee: Oh, yeah!
Luther: C'mon Rogues, let's go!! Man, I wish those lights stayed off! Biggest raids I've seen in a while, total mayhem an' destruction. Even the suits was gettin' in on it man...

Cyrus: Do you see the possibilities Masai?
Masai: Cyrus, I see... but the armies? How will we call them out to meet? How do we ensure that they come in peace?
Cyrus: We must trust our brothers. We will invite everyone on our network, under a night of general truce and I will speak to them. And they will see, you cannot deny the truth.
Masai: I warn you Cyrus, this is not smart.
Cyrus: I don't need warnings... I have faith.

Luther: Yeah, yeah I got one now. No, no, no... we won't be takin' the heat. Yeah. Stick 'em up, man!
Cropsy: What're you thinkin' man?! Fuck off!
Luther: Boom! It's over!
Cropsy: Yeah great, but what about the body? Somebody'll find it.
Luther: You worry too much man, we got time. Besides, we ain't takin' the blame, so relax!! Let's go!!

Cyrus: Three! Four! Five!
Unnamed Messenger: Birdie got wasted by some small time outfit from Coney, the A.C.'s are looking for retribution.
Cyrus: No. There will be no retribution. Unity and peace, is what matters. What is the name of this outfit?
Unnamed Messenger: The Warriors.
Cyrus: They aren't on our network, but I want you to keep an eye on them, they may prove useful.

Cleon: It's still on, and we're going. Cyrus sent the emissary this afternoon to make sure. Now Cyrus don't want anybody packed, and he don't want anybody flexing any muscle. So I gave him my word that the Warriors would uphold the truce. Now everybody says that Cyrus is one and only. I think we'd better go and have a look for ourself.