(Michael De Santa calls Franklin)
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Franklin: Yo, where are you man? I'm chasing T through the oil fields.
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Michael: Shit. Okay. I'm not far away. Try and stop him.
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(Trevor crashes into Michael's car and then an oil tanker which starts leaking. He then leaves his car and falls into the oil puddle)
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Trevor: Michael! Ah, fuck! I thought I was the one with Judas! I'm surrounded by them! You fake motherfuckers! You wanna piece of me? Fuckin' come get me! You wanna kill me? Take a fucking shot!
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(Franklin or Michael (if Franklin hesitated) shoots Trevor and sets him, his car and thе oil on fire, followed by an explosion of thе oil tanker.)
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Michael: You always liked gasoline, Trevor!
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Franklin: Man, that was your best fucking friend.
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Michael: Fuck You. You know what tough guy? It's... it's time you grow the fuck up. I mean, I admit I'm a bad piece of work. But that guy? That piece of shit! No boundaries. No sense of when to back off. No nothin'! Twenty-four seven insanity! Day in! Day out! All the time! Never regretted nothin'. Cared for nothin'. Well fuck him. I mean... there's gotta be a limit, kid. Y'know? A point where even assholes like us say enough is e-fucking-nough. Human stew... That's my limit. I know that now.
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Franklin: I guess that's that then.
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Michael: It is what it is.
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Franklin: Hey! It's certainly been an education!
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Michael: Surviving is winning, Franklin! Everything else is bullshit! Fairytales spun by people afraid to look life in the eye! Whatever it takes, kid! Survive!
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Franklin: Damn straight.